The popular magazine belongs to him—Crayson Carrington.
He controls everything, including my future as a budding columnist.
His reach knows no bounds, and his demands are never left unfulfilled.
Now those demands include me.
I have no idea how I caught his attention.
I should've been more careful.
Now he wants to own me.
Perhaps even control me.
I should be afraid of the consequences.
Part of me feels ashamed.
The rest of me remains on edge.
As cray cray as it may sound,
I am anticipating the unpredictable twists that lie ahead.