If I could find the energy to get my feet under me then I could at least stand for a change of pace, but it's better to save my energy, the auction wi...l be soon.Small footsteps approach my cage, and a familiar face passes by the window that lets just enough light in to be infuriatingly far away. Goddess I hate that window. The slave girl, Mina I've started calling her, opens my cage and shuffles in to kneel, offering a piece of bread and a cup of water to me. I eat the meager meal and whisper. There she was standing, Riya, the highly professional intern who I had seen only in formal shirts and trousers, wearing a sleeveless black one piece dress with slits on either side and her hair made into a tight bun.Light makeup, pink lipstick, and Kajal made her look like a supermodel. As if a model had just walked out from a high profile fashion show right to my doorstep. I stood there dumbstruck by her beauty. And kept on staring at her for what felt like an eternity.She snapped her fingers. Olsen's wealth, or she just gave it to him. Rumors surrounded the whole affair before he left for New York City. Kristen stayed in Bergenville looking after other love interests and there were several.Soon after arriving in the Big Apple, Bjorn found a job on Wall Street where he became hugely successful. Two years later, Bjorn opened up his own shop, a hedge fund. It seemed that success followed him around like the rats following the Pied Piper of Hamelin. Within five years, Bjorn was nearly a. An old woman sat at the foot of the stairs that led to the upper floors peering at Gerry and Sir Patrick in disapproval as the two made their way up to where Suzie had her rooms.The apartment was wrecked. She wasn't there.Sir Patrick and Gerry peered at the muddle. Furniture was upturned, drawers had been ransacked, papers were strewn everywhere."It looks like there's been some sort of fight," Gerry said."A perceptive remark, Mr Daniels. I can only assume that you gained your degree at the.