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the subtlest fashion.
    “Underneath it all, a man will naturally want to lay between the legs of a gorgeous woman.  But we add to that the realistic possibility of this woman actually being attracted to him, feeling his vibes, actually into his topics of conversation.  We add to the equation that possibility of a fine, classy lady falling head over heels for an average, boring, sometimes totally unattractive man.  We sell an overall potential experience.  We at Nushu’s cast spells and create long term clients.  And by doing so, we live well, becoming a part and portion of these well-to-do men’s lives, locking onto their pockets for the long run,” Sadie said, standing before her group of seven new escorts.
    “We are serious. You will be supplied with a week’s wardrobe.  You will be given image consulting courses.  And you will be given your own personal websites linked to our website.  You will be a force to be reckoned with.  And all I ask for from you is your loyalty and your best.”
    Sadie had rolled the proverbial dice on many occasions.  But, with Nushu’s Escorts, Inc., Sadie had bet the entire pile.  And so far, she was winning in a major way.
    “Sadie is the shit,” Lacy blurted from the back of the room.

Chapter 14
    Biz Boom
    April, 2014
    Sadie felt that she’d chosen her battles wisely.  She’d cruised by women she once idolized, far surpassing their accomplishments.  She knew of many streetwalkers from Harlem who’d began “banging”, shooting heroin into their veins.  She knew of women her age who’d been on the grind with her at her earlier stages in life who now were obese, ugly, and drug addicted.  Sadie had seen the writings on the wall early in life.  Her goals had never stopped at merely surviving.  No indeed.  Sadie, in her own way, knew her worth.  And she felt that she was worth more than the devastating fate of most whom had started out the way she had.
    Sadie had robbed, stolen from, lied to and swindled so many people over the course of her life that it was miracle fate hadn’t dealt her the hand of death.   She’d been raised in a world of wicked, dog-eat-dog principles, and she really didn’t know much else.  But, she’d forced herself to develop to a higher level, privately reading, taking various certifications and courses.  And once the internet had gained mass appeal, Sadie had also learned all she could.  But the knowledge she gained was still tied to the only way she’d ever learned to function: like a vicious she-wolf.
    Nushu’s Escorts, Inc was her halo company.  The epitome of her life achievements.  She planned to put no more than 36 months into Nushus and XXXtra Productions.  Following that timeframe, she planned on sitting on so much that she would lay back and travel for the rest of her life.  Maybe find her “soul mate”, if such a creature existed.
    “I’m making $25,000 -$45,000 per week with this ‘advanced porn’. Nushu’s is netting me triple digit thousands on an annual basis.  And all of this stuff is growing like a horny trick’s dick,”  Sadie said to herself while thumbing through a Cosmopolitan magazine. 
    XXXtra was drawing women ready to take it all off on camera like bright lights draw bugs.  Her “advanced porn” was mainly drawing wealthy and white collar white men like dog defecation drew flies.  Nushu’s was acquiring a new name for itself.  And Bella and Reena held strong under police pressure, proving their loyalty.
    Sadie’s phone rang. “Homicide or some FBI or politicians are coming!” Sandie yelled into the phone. 
    Before Sadie could react to the news, she heard a solid knock on her office door.  Three gentleman stepped inside, each flashing authentic identification with badges plainly visible.
    “FBI, Ms. Whyte.  We’d like to have a few words with you if you don’t mind,” one of the three agents said with a smug expression on his face.
    Sadie glanced up at them without raising