Chapter 1

I'm a pharma rep. For years, I've spent my nights weaving through the beds of powerful, older men.

I did whatever it took for the sake of my sales numbers. I used every dirty trick in the book.

Eventually, I stepped into the abyss. I destroyed others, but I destroyed myself too.

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I have delicate features and skin as smooth as silk. Standing at five-foot-eight, I'm the kind of woman people call a natural beauty.

My legs are long, pale, and straight. I'm a total head-turner.

My parents are proud of me, and most men see me as an untouchable, wealthy socialite. Everyone thinks I'm a massive success.

But deep down, only I know the truth. I know exactly what kind of creature I've become.

Today, Mercy General Hospital was looking to buy ten million dollars' worth of medication. If I could land this deal, my commission would be five hundred thousand.

With that kind of money on the table, we pharma reps were like sharks smelling blood. We all swarmed the place, desperate for the big payday.

I was no different. I was determined to win this contract at any cost.

I drove to Mercy General and sat in my car for a moment. I pulled off my plain white tee, jeans, and sneakers.

I slipped into a silk halter top, a micro-skirt, and five-inch heels. I showed off my shoulders, my midriff, and those legs that seemed to go on forever.

Finally, I did my makeup in the mirror until I looked like a Hollywood starlet. I stepped out of the car and felt every eye on me.

Men looked with lust, and women looked with envy. I had a one-hundred-percent turnover rate.

I strutted like a runway model toward the office of the Director of Pharmacy, Arthur Sterling. A female assistant stood by the door, and about forty other reps were sitting in the hallway.

The assistant looked at me with a robotic expression. "You're here for the contract too, right? Take a number and wait your turn."

With so many people fighting for this deal, playing by the rules was a losing game. I needed to use "unconventional" methods.

I smiled at her and pushed a briefcase toward her. "I'm not here for the sales pitch. I have personal business with Mr. Sterling. Give him this, and he'll understand."

She looked skeptical. "If you aren't a rep, then who are you?"

I didn't answer. Instead, I slid a gold chain into her hand and whispered. "This would look stunning on someone with your grace. You should wear it."

She snatched the chain in a flash and beamed. "Wait here. I'll let him know you're here."

Inside that briefcase were my three secret weapons: protection, a morning-after pill, and some very lacy lingerie.

I also included a few of my most provocative professional photos. Honestly, I wasn't great at public speaking or actual sales.

I had made it to Sales Manager not because of my talent, but because of my willingness to please. In three years, I had slept with 156 men.

Every time I did it, I walked away with a profit ranging from thousands to hundreds of thousands. With my body, no man could resist the temptation.

I knew it was shameful. I knew it was filthy.

But I was a girl from a poor, rural town who grew up with nothing. Without money, there is no security.

I was terrified of being poor again. That fear drove me to do anything for a paycheck.

After every man, I felt a wave of crushing guilt. But the money always acted as a bandage for my conscience.

It was a vicious cycle. One man after another used my body, and I sank deeper into the hole until I couldn't get out.

Two minutes later, the assistant came back with a wide grin. "Ms. Vance, Mr. Sterling saw your… information. He's very interested and wants to talk to you in private."

"Perfect," I said with a slight nod.

I gave the other reps a disdainful glance as I walked past them. I held my head high and stepped into Arthur Sterling's office.