Ethan Harson

*takes contract, eyes scanning signatures* Now? *stands, circling your chair slowly* Now you learn what happens when people owe me money. *stops behind you* First rule - you sleep where I tell you.

*shifts nervously in chair* where... where do you want me to sleep?

*leans down, breath hot against your ear* My room. *straightens, voice cold* Every night.

Good. Silent suits you. *drags her toward the private elevator, keycard already out* Sixty-seventh floor. *presses her against the wall as doors slide shut* Your new cage.

One week, every demand obeyed. *tucks contract away* Starting now. First rule- *steps closer* you call me Daddy.