He is some kind of millionaire who lives in Miami. Even after checking all my sources, all I can find out is that he emigrated here from Russia. Needl...ss to say, somehow he talked her into staying at his mansion for a month. From what I can find out, he pimped her out at his parties. After he got tired of her, he sent her to one of his strip clubs. Hooking is how she supported her habit. From what I have been able to find out she is not the first. If you can do anything, consider it my last. ”“You don’t think parents have an obligation to protect their kids?”“Yes, but it’s different once the kids are adults in their own right. And society says that’s at eighteen. Elizaveta and I need permission from the government to marry. Paul and Liz don’t. Well, they need a license, but that’s granted automatically if they’re both single and aren’t first cousins. We need a judge to sign off, and that means Mr. and Mrs. Kozlov have to agree. That’s not the case with Liz and Paul.”“But you think. I must be nuts.' But she had interrupted the other woman's soothing reply. "No, really, I know I have to do it. I have to do it for myself, to settle things for me. I have to get out of this sexist rat-race in this company. And coming to you is a good way to step to one side of the line and see who's in it."And guess what, Charity? My boyfriend wants me to freelance for him, doing my old kind of hospitality work in my spare time while I work for you. Is that going to be a problem?'"I know you. "I knew she would," Claire replied, shaking her head. "She said it was my fault," I said. I waited for a response, but none came. Claire sat in silence as she looked at the screen."You think the same?" I asked. While they were opposites in looks and lifestyles, they were exactly alike in personalities. "Well," Claire said as she turned her head to look at me. "Both of you?" I said in disbelief. "He is a guy, and you guys were dating, of course, he was …" Claire started to say. "I can't," I.