PROLOGUE

"Eva Valencia." The receptionist called.

That's my name.

I'm an escort but then I'm not an escort right? I mean if I establish an actual friendship with my clients I'm not, but then why are they paying for my company?

My phone rings in my handbag sometimes I forget I live in the age where our telephones are cellular and they could ring at any time. I still get scared by the sudden vibration and sound. It’s funny because it’s not like I grew up at a different time.

I'm losing it aren't I?

"Hello?" I answer.

"Eva?" A female voice responds.

"This is she."

"Hey, it's Katie." How I manage to forget people's existence is quite weird.

"Oh hi. What’s up?"

"You have a new client." She says.

"And?" I really don't care

"You need to come to the office like yesterday." She announces.

"I'm on my way." I say.

I never argue with anything to do with work. If it's about my money then it's about my life.

"Ma’am, this way please." The receptionist directs me. But I can't go on with this I have to leave.

"Sorry miss something just came up and I have to go. I'll reschedule for later." I tell her. At least she doesn't press me for details.

"Oh, sure." She says with that practiced business smile.

"Thanks." I say and wink at her. I walk away and get to my car.