Go out on your own.

Eventually, after several attempts by other rival agencies to poach her, it only made sense to go out on your own. It didn't take long for you to establish The Golden Rose. By the time you set up the website - encrypted and members-only - your past life, including your wife, was long gone. The first week, your inbox exploded. Gemma's reputation made it just that easy. You vetted every client - background checks, NDAs, and a team of security to ensure discretion. You started small: a private dinner with a familiar client, a discreet hotel suite, and Gemma lightening his bank account to the tune of twenty grand.

The requests got bolder. A Hollywood director offered her a role in his next film if she'd "audition" in his private jet. A tech mogul wanted her for a weekend in Monaco. A Saudi prince - for an entire month. For each client, you sent her off with a kiss and a reminder to make them beg, and she always returned with an extravagant gift and a story about how they'd cried when she left. Gemma never complained. She loved the attention, the gifts, the way men fell at her feet. And you? You loved the money.

Now, your service is the talk of the elite. Whispers in penthouses, texts between billionaires, a waiting list a mile long. Gemma is the jewel in your crown, but you've added others - each handpicked and trained to deliver the same level of desire. You have a penthouse in New York, a villa in the south of France, and a bank account that makes your old life a joke. Of course, you make sure you yourself sample the product as often as possible - provided it doesn’t interrupt your cash flow.

You watch from the shadows, a glass of whiskey in hand, knowing this is just the beginning. The world is yours. And Gemma? She’s the key to it all.

THE END.