She gets to the office.

The club was packed, the pounding music so loud you could barely hear yourself think. But that made it all the more easier for Max to slip unmolested into the offices near the rear of the club.

The music was dulled in the back rooms, muffled by the thick doors and walls but Max could still feel the slight vibrations from the music. Barefooted, wearing only wearing the tiniest excuse for a bra and panties Max padded silently through the carpeted hallway, stopping just before Richard's office.

Leaning in ever so slowly she listened for a moment. Silence. She tried the door handle.

"Too easy," Max whispered to herself closing and locking the door behind her.

Richard's computer flickered to life and Max quickly went to work trying to find any kind of incriminating evidence. Something Logan could use the nail this perverted bastard. Using some tricks Logan had taught her she easily accessed Richard's private files. Glancing over the files one caught her eye.

It was a list of names, she recognized some of them, overheard them in the dancers dressing room. Some of the names where labeled as sold with a date beside them. He was selling his girls. Max made a quick mental note on who was being sold today, in order to stop them when she noticed her own name, Maxine on the list. Marked as sold, the date labeled as today.

"What the?' Max confusedly muttered out. She had barely worked there for one day. How was she even on this list. She moved the cursor over the purchaser link, hoping to find out who had tried to buy her.

The office door handle twisted, and then sprung back place. Max nearly yelped out in surprise, her body jerked up and she quickly turned the monitor off.

Shit, shit shit, she thought, surprise quickly turned to panic. She was screwed.