Seriously…

The job interview was a mere formality. They knew the power and prestige of Xiao Mei’s father. Having his daughter as a dentist would be a great connection. Plus she had a degree from Paris with honours.

They didn’t know she grinded the poles — stripping at an erotic club during her studies. Not for petty cash. She was loaded with daddy’s credit card.

Xiao Mei walked through the shopping mall. A grand mall with eight floors of Rolex to Gucci. She looked at a Tissot watch and then settled on a Micheal Kors bag. It was dainty and the retail therapy was lukewarm…

The interview was piss easy. And they offered her a contract straight after like a pre-mature ejaculation. Seriously…

She could just board a plane. Back to Paris. Back a life that was fun and warm — but she would be cut off. Her father didn’t respond to games.