I didn't know much about Phillip Sterling before I went to meet with the board of his charitable foundation. They had awarded Tom Bavington, the head of my lab, an enormous grant for his work in cancer research. The board requested that a representative of the lab present an overview of our work prior to the monetary award being given. Unfortunately, Tom decided to go skiing the weekend before his big presentation and bro...

Working for Andrew was far more challenging than fucking him. When I got to his office it was worse than a mess. There was nothing in the way of a filing system for his contacts. His office was a series of disorganized piles of papers with his computer lost in the midst of it all. Nobody had been keeping a calendar for him, so all of his appointments were recorded on little pieces of paper that he stuck to the receptionis...

I got to the cafe at the same time as Alice. Alice turned purple and stared at the sight of me. "What the fuck happened to you?" "Andrew made me shower and stole my dress," I grumbled. "You look fabulous," she told me. "I don't want to look fucking fabulous," I hissed at her. "I don't need to increase expectations around me." "Andrew did this?" Alice asked, sounding very amused. "You fucked him, them?" "No. He found a loo...

My room was a mess, which was typical of me. I was a mess, too: long, dark hair untrimmed, dull clothes hanging loose, nose unpowdered, and nails unpainted. Honestly, I was lucky that I could feed myself with all the care I took. Nonetheless, the clients found me. I had just finished dinner when the intercom beeped, letting me know that someone was watching. It was a courtesy. It gave a worker about ten seconds before the...