Phoenix looked up at the clock mounted at the wall of his office. It was already seven in the evening. He's already one hour late from his appointment in the club.
He chugged the amber-colored liquid in one go. He wanted to drown his nervousness with alcohol, but it was futile. "Damn it!" He silently cursed himself for being so weak. It was just a woman, a stripper for that matter, but he was as nervous when he first entered the world of politics. He let out a frustrated sigh and pulled out his phone and dialed. "This is Senator McIntyre's secretary, he wanted to cancel his appointment. He will just notify you when he's available." He threw his phone on the table after he ended the call. His conscience was telling him that he wouldn't do such thing, but his buddy down there has been hard for hours now, and it was telling him to drive his car as fast as he could and go fuck the girl onece and for all. He leaned back on his chair and closed his eyes. He thought of ugly thoughts to calm his raging shaft. "Food. Dirty feet. Zeus' disgusting socks." And he enumerated the list. ***Brianna heard a knock from the door and her heart jumped. "Shit." She gasped and got herself ready. She had followed all the instructions stated in the envelope. She wore that sexy lingerie. She made sure the lights were dimmed, the only corner that was lit was the bed, where she sat so stiff. "Bri, dear? Are you still there?" Brianne felt a surge of relief when she heard Zendy's voice. The door knob turned and her manager's head poked inside. "Zendy!" She almost leaped and ran towards him. "You're here…" she drawled. Zendy entered the VIP room and clicked the switch. The whole room was illuminated. "Yes, dear. Something came up…" He looked at her with worried eyes. "What happened? Brianna frowned and expected some bad news. Zendy pulled her to sit on the bed. "Yes, unfortunately, our client won't be coming tonight. I guess it's postponed." Brianna's heart hammered inside her chest. Though she dreaded the thought that she's selling her body to some stranger, she needed the money. "What? Why? Did he back out? What about his payment? Zendy, I already used the money for my mother's treatment!" The thought that she'll be in debt in that huge amount made her want to puke. Zendy tapped her head. "Don't worry about it. I think something came up on his part that's why he can't come now. But he told his secretary that he'll keep in touch and tell you when he's available. So, hush now." "He's not taking his money back?" Brianna asked again, wanting reassurance. Zendy nodded her head and smiled at her. "Don't worry too much. For the meantime, you go home and take care of your mother. I'll call you if our client's ready. Okay?" Brianna felt relieved. At least for today she won't be facing that faceless stranger. "Thanks, Zendy. I really owe you this," she said sincerely. "Don't mention it. You're like a daughter to me already, Bri. Of course, I will help you with anything that I can." Zendy left her to change back to her clothes. Brianna looked back at the VIP room before she left it. Her mother was in the hospital, she's going to visit her since it's still early. She was already in the cab going to the hospital when her phone rang. When she answered it, she paled. Zendy wanted her to go back to Valkyrie. Her client just arrived. ***Phoenix arrived at the bar with his disguise outfit. After drinking too much alcohol, he decided to get this thing done and over with. The longer he resisted this urge, the crazier he gets, and he doesn't want that. "I'm so sorry, Senator. I didn't know you were coming tonight. We thought you canceled the appointment. Again, I apologized for this mess." "Where is she?" he asked. He could feel the manager was about to pee on his pants. His face paled. "I already called her, sir. She'll be here in a minute now. Again, I'm really sorry." Zendy kept on apologizing. He was so nervous when he received a call telling that the senator was coming. He already sent Brianna home at that time. "I will wait for her here." Phoenix roamed his sight in the VIP room, and he appreciated that it was arranged according to his instructions. "I will send a bottle of Bourbon, sir." Zendy left the room frantically. Phoenix settled on the love couch, it was on the dim side of the room. He was sure his face was unrecognizable, but he wanted to watch that woman in the dark. He peeked at his watch, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. "Will she still come?" he asked himself, and he doubted that she would, but he still hoped. After long hours of debating with himself, he decided to come. Alcohol and food were served, and he drank and waited. He closed his eyes as he felt the effects of the alcohol. He's been drinking when he's in this office. After waiting for almost half an hour, Phoenix heard a soft knock from the door. His body went stiff as he waited for the door to open. His eyes shifted and focused on the figure who just entered the vicinity of the VIP area. The first thing that registered in his mind was the sweet scent. He closed his eyes and took in her scent deeply. "At last…" he muttered. "Sir? Are you there?" Her sweet voice rang in his ears, and he almost came inside his pants. He watched her silhouette as she stood in front of him. Her small frame was so delicate when she's this close to him, and he wondered how would she react when he's in between her legs, thrusting hard and fast inside of her. "Fuck!" Phoenix cupped his hardness to prevent himself from coming.Phoenix’s grip slipped on the ballet barre, his knee buckling as he crashed onto the studio mat. Across the room, his dance instructor, Misha, winced.“Enough,” Misha said, tossing Phoenix a towel. “You’re pushing too hard.”Phoenix hurled the towel against the mirror. “I’ve been crawling for months. You said I’d walk by summer. Walk, not limp like a—”“Like a man who survived a bullet?” Misha snapped. “You’re alive. Adjust your expectations.”Phoenix glared at his reflection—the scarred leg, the cane propped against the barre. “I don’t do ‘adjusted expectations.’”His phone buzzed. Brianna: Board meeting meltdown. Can you come?He typed one-handed while hauling himself up. Be there in 20. Try not to fire anyone before I arrive.Foundation Headquarters – Conference RoomBrianna stood at the head of the table, flanked by Levi and Sarah, as board member Carl Hargrove slammed his fist on the polished wood.“You’re bleeding donors, Brianna! First the Truth Hour disaster, now this?” Carl s
Brianna stared at the studio lights, her palms slick against the arms of the interview chair. The makeup artist had caked on extra concealer to hide the stress-breakout on her jawline. Across the set, the host of Truth Hour, Lila Cruz, adjusted her earpiece, flashing Brianna a smile sharp enough to cut glass.“Remember,” Sarah Chen muttered, adjusting Brianna’s lapel mic, “stick to the foundation’s talking points. Don’t let her bait you into—”“Talking about Phoenix. Yeah, I got it.” Brianna swatted Sarah’s hand away. “I’m not an idiot.”Sarah’s jaw tightened. “You blew up at a donor last week for asking about his recovery. So yeah, let’s pretend you’re not a live wire.”The producer waved frantically. 30 seconds.Brianna’s phone buzzed in Sarah’s pocket. “It’s Levi. Again.”“Ignore him.” Brianna straightened. “He’s just pissed I didn’t run the segment by him.”“Because it’s a terrible idea.” Sarah shoved the phone back. “You’re giving Lila Cruz a primetime slot to grill you. This isn
The aftermath of the exposé was a whirlwind. Brianna became a symbol of resilience, a voice for the voiceless. She was inundated with interview requests, speaking engagements, and offers to write a book about her experiences. Sarah Chen, ever the savvy strategist, carefully managed the flood, ensuring Brianna was protected from exploitation and that her message remained clear and consistent.The money from the National Informer settlement, while initially a source of shame, now provided a foundation for a new beginning. Brianna used a portion of it to secure a comfortable home for herself, her mother, and Sophie, a sanctuary far removed from the shadows of Valkyrie and the glare of the media spotlight. She also established a foundation dedicated to supporting victims of media harassment and fighting for freedom of speech.But amidst the accolades and the opportunities, Brianna struggled to find her footing. The trauma of the shooting, the betrayal by the National Informer, and the los
The leak started as a whisper, a tremor on the surface of the stagnant pond that was the accepted narrative. Sarah Chen, her lawyer, called it “controlled demolition.” Brianna called it terrifying. Each carefully placed piece of information, each anonymous quote, chipped away at the National Informer's fortress of lies.The first sign of cracks came when a rival tabloid ran a sidebar article titled, “Senator’s Sweetheart – Victim or Villain?” Levi called Brianna, his voice tight with anxiety.“They’re onto something,” he said. “They’re asking questions about the NDA. Be careful.”“I am,” Brianna replied, her voice steadier than she felt. “Sarah Chen’s got this.”But the unease lingered, a knot in her stomach that tightened with each passing day.Then came the phone call. The call that changed everything. Brianna was braiding Sophie's hair, the familiar routine a small comfort in the storm brewing around them. The caller ID was blocked."Hello?" Brianna answered cautiously.A gruff voi
The decision to break free from her gilded cage was a seed planted in fertile ground. Brianna watered it with newfound courage, nurtured it with a burgeoning sense of self-worth, and watched as it began to sprout, its tendrils reaching towards the sunlight of truth. But breaking free from the constraints of the NDA wouldn’t be easy. The National Informer had deep pockets and a reputation for ruthless tactics. She needed a plan, a strategy, and allies she could trust.Her first call was to Levi. Despite his role in facilitating the NDA, she knew he had acted out of concern, not malice. He was, at heart, a decent man caught in a web of political intrigue."Levi," she said, her voice firm, when he answered the phone. "I need your help."There was a long pause. "Brianna?" he said, his voice laced with surprise. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Did something happen?""I'm fine, Levi," she said. "But I can't stay silent anymore. I need to tell my story. I need to break free from this agreement.
The four walls of the apartment pressed in on Brianna, each hour amplifying the suffocating silence she had bought with cold, hard cash. The TV blared a mindless sitcom, a pathetic attempt to fill the void, but the hollow laughter only served to amplify the gnawing emptiness inside. She was a gilded cage, with all the comforts, but devoid of freedom.Days blurred into weeks, each one a carbon copy of the last. Brianna spent her time cleaning, organizing, and staring out the window, watching the world go by, a silent observer in her own life. She called her mother every day, assuring her that everything was fine, that she had found a new job, that they were going to be okay. But she couldn't bring herself to tell her the truth, to confess the source of their newfound wealth. The shame was too great.Sophie, thankfully, was blissfully unaware of the chaos that had engulfed their lives. She was happy in her new school, making new friends, and adjusting to their new surroundings. Brianna