Courtney's Journey Begins

Courtney is a 25 year old college student, winner of a cooking show and a former stripper in a gentleman's club. She got a phone call from her former boss at the gentleman's club, asking her to come by. There was a special request for her to perform for a special client. " What kind of man requests a lap dance? Why is he at the strip joint, she was a former dancer at? if he is so wealthy? Why is he Philidelphia?
Rich people don't let their interests walk away, they pursue them and conquer. " You're playing with fire Amethyst. Let today be your last day." her best friend told her.

Courtney is curious and intriged by the request. She received another call asking her to go to the Malone tower, She ended the call. Walking over to the Malone Tower pondering her best friend's advice. Courtney walks into my office to find me sitting behind my desk looking over business proposals. " Glad you accepted my invitation," I commented, " Now close the door." Courtney stood in the doorway frozen. I rose from behind the desk moving over to the door, closing it myself. " Would you care to have a seat while we have a discussion." Courtney moves over towards the conference table to get away from my forceful presence. I follow her over to the table sitting directly across from her. He threw an envelope on the table between them. " Winning the cooking show means a large amount of money," I stated. Courtney stares at me as I slide an envelope across the table to her. She opened it to find a contract and check.

" I think you're smart enough to interpret the document yourself," I said. I turn a sardonic smile on Courtney. " Signing the contract means you accept my company to represent you in any business deals," I said. Courtney looks into my green eyes, feeling a sliver of apprehension racing down her spine. Who has eyes that color, she wonders to herself losing track of the conversation. It really is a nice color. I noted the distant look that has crossed her face, deciding to wait it out and see how long it will take her to respond.
I take pity on her repeating my question. " Do you want to sign the contract accepting my company as your representative?"
" Yes," Courtney snaps. I offer a smile. " Good. Then I'm sure you understand, you will be working with me." " Excuse me," Courtney interjected with attitude and less respect. " I read the contract thoroughly and no where did it say that I would be working with you."
" Yes, you recall correctly," I agreed. " But it went on to say in the very next paragraph that you may be working with the CEO, you will work closely with the CEO of Malone Industries."

" So," Courtney queried, not understanding my point. There are no other representatives in my marketing company she could be assigned to. " So," I started, taking my time delivering my unpleasant news, " Malone Industries has their hand in many pies. There is many businesses in this city that is connected to or in fluenced by Malone Industries, therefore, I will over see all business proposals and deals." Courtney recalled the clause as soon as I mentioned it. She ignored the clause as being of no importance to her. Courtney bristled at being trapped. " Well then I guess I have no choice," she agreed, " But let me make myself clear in saying I by no means intend to enter into any relationship with you aside from our professional one," Courtney vowed. " I would expect no less from you," I replied, " But let me also make myself clear," I started with menacingly. " I will pursue you for my own personal ends outside of our work environment and there is nothing you can do to keep that from happening."

" Well, good luck to you," Courtney sneered, " Because I'll be leaving from here to go directly to my other job, so I doubt you'll have ample opportunity to pursue me as you assume." " You will quit that other job," I demanded. " I will not," Courtney refused. " You may have say over what happens here, but you have no authority over what I do when I leave here." I chuckle in the face of her fury. " That's where you're wrong, Courtney. Section 4 of your contract indicates that you will not engage in any behaviors outside of your work hours that will reflect poorly on your public image, which is in direct connection with Malone Industries." Courtney feels her anger rise to new levels as she listens to me. " So it is okay for you to parade around in the gossip columns with a thousand different lovelies on your arm, and have the tabloids speculate that you sleep with every one of them? That does not violate the good public image clause," Courtney railed. " Certainly not," I replied, the very picture of calm in the face of her agitation. " It makes me enigmatic, and therefore newsworthy, resulting in Malone Industries being newsworthy. It's good PR. However, as the CEO of this organization, I am not under contract." " Yes, but –" Courtney began.

I ruthlessly cut her off. " I am not discussing this further with you," I replied coldly. " Quit that job by

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