Chapter 93.

I’ve always thought the classification of men as animals who want one thing was a stretch

Of course up until an hour ago, I didn’t need something from a man i had met a couple of times enough to stay in his office and listen to him tell me to barter myself out to him for a trade deal

Cerebrus smirks as he looks at me and asks, “What do you say, Antonia?”

I should chuck this marble figurine on his table at him, but my better judgement advises against it.

Nobody ever said busines would be easy, and sometimes these are the things we have to do to see what we love lift off the ground

I’m not hinting at selling my bod

I’m hinting at the truthful fact, that in a world of men, some of them will always see a woman a meat. Fair game. Especially in busines. In the business world, a woman’s body is always on the table.

It’s just one of those bargaining chips no one speaks about

“Don’t you have a wife Cerebrus?”

He does. We’ve had dinner with her. He fills his glass of wine and responds smugly