Uncertain of what more he could do to find Bonita, Benjamin was almost tempted by his old friend’s sudden offer of help. The man’s powerful family connections and vast social network could make it easy to trace Bonita, even though she was traveling the world with a different nationality.To mask his vulnerability, Benjamin accepted an invitation to drink in the friend’s hotel room. Too late, he realized the man had hired several escorts to join them.“I’m leaving,” Benjamin declared after downing his final glass, rising unsteadily and leaning against the wall for support.“Oh, come on! They’re just here to drink with us. They won’t bother you unless you let them touch you,” said Tristan, arms outstretched, his half-empty glass in hand.“They’re here for you, not me.”The slam of the door punctuated Benjamin’s exit. Tristan turned to the women with an amused smirk. “What an idiot, huh?”The women nodded like puppets. Their lives, sadly, were pawns of money, hired to entertain.Slamming
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