Before Megan could respond, the call was abruptly ended, leaving her stunned in place.
She knew she had no choice but to go; otherwise, the company would surely demand a hefty penalty fee. But she was broke, penniless – where would she find the money to pay?
Now, she could only hope her tolerance for alcohol would hold up long enough to thwart their plans.
At 8 p.m., Megan arrived wearing a simple white dress, her face bare of makeup.
Yet, even unadorned, her natural beauty was striking enough to turn heads.
When the so-called senior executive saw Megan, his eyes practically popped out, his excitement causing his chubby cheeks to tremble.
As Megan approached the repulsive, greasy old man, she stiffened slightly but forced herself to appear submissive.
Pleased with her compliant demeanor, the man nodded approvingly and then broke the ice with a sleazy invitation. “Ah, you must be Megan. Indeed as lovely as I’ve heard. Come, sit by my side.”
Her agent discreetly nudged her forward. Megan stumbled slightly before sitting next to the man who immediately grabbed her smooth, pale hand with his clammy one, his tiny eyes nearly disappearing into his fleshy face as he leered at her.