A/N: These next chapters I want to dedicate them to my top fans most especially @sgtcwby.
Thank you, guys, for the support this far!
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The thing is, Madison didn't know her aunt's "agency" had a quiet hallway that bled straight into the Wellness Center's private wing. I did. So, I didn't waste time pretending this was a mystery. These women weren't hunting résumés—they were calibrating appetite, discretion, control.
I knew if I passed the test here, they would just direct me results directly to Meridian Agency and I will then start getting tasks.
So, I wasn't gonna hold back babe!
The first round was paper dressed as confession: lifestyle, boundaries, medical history, stamina, aftercare. Green, yellow, red. I ticked boxes like I'd already played this level, added notes in the margins that made the brunette evaluator—Victoria Sinclair—press her lips together to hide a smile.
I slid the clipboard back. She didn't even pretend to read.
