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'Ah, Ms Dainty; thank you for coming in. This is Mr Weiss, and Mr Lvov. We are about to conclude a most important agreement with them, one which the practice is very pleased to have won. We look forward to a long and constructive relationship with these gentlemen and the organisation which they represent.' I nodded, smiled—a little uncertainly; the two strangers were looking at me in a way that somehow didn’t fit. At the time, I couldn’t figure out what it was, although it would be obvious to me now. In any event, the next statement utterly shocked me; 'I have a slightly surprising request of you, Ms Dainty, but one which I require you to consider most carefully. The practice requests that you sexually entertain these two gentlemen, this afternoon, in an anonymously hired suite at the Regency Hotel.' [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 48 minutes; 10100 words

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There was the need in me for something — by this point almost anything — to happen. Anything that would make my experience real, make it mean something — even if that turned out to mean something terrible, I needed it. Equally, though, there was the despair in me that anything, ever, would happen — so solid was the stone wall that seemed to have been built between the events of that afternoon and the daily life of the firm. I had no possible way of imagining just what would happen within the next few hours. [Read More]

Estimated reading time: 47 minutes; 9900 words

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