She Came on Fifty Motorcycles A Billionaire's Daughter Unleashed

My best friend since childhood, the girl I'd grown up glued to, told me she'd landed a job at a major corporation. Said once she was in, she'd pull me along for the ride and we'd finally live the good life.

I laughed and wished her luck. Cold as ice.

Because I knew the truth. By day she was a disposable intern worked to the bone for pennies. By night she was a "personal assistant" in a maid outfit, keeping her supervisor company in his hotel room.

A corporate punching bag. A sacrificial lamb.