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"Can I have her, daddy? Pleeeaaase?" Lindsey begs, stretching her arms across the huge, mahogany desk in her father's penthouse office.

Thomas Crill looks at his daughter's hopeful, lovely countenance with warmth... and slight annoyance. It was a mistake last month to have filled her in on the illegal side of his business dealings. Because, now she thinks he should obtain anything her spoiled heart desires, including people. However, he recognized early in her teen years that she shared his driving thirst for power, and he finally decided to confide in his intelligent, but more importantly, morally ambivalent daughter.

The young woman is about to graduate from high school, after all, and he found she was lacking clear direction. And, without being aware of the most exhilarating aspects of the shadowy side of his operations, she might have made the mistake of rejecting his generous offer to join the company.

"These decisions are not made lightly, Lindsey. People do not just disappear without questions being asked. Our work requires exceptional planning and talented personnel to carry out those plans. Why don't you think this through, and let me know how you expect this doubtful idea to work." He tries to ignore the blinking light on his desk phone, signifying the arrival of his next appointment.

"I thought you'd never ask, daddy," Lindsey responds with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. She withdraws a leather-bound folder from her Louis Vuitton backpack, and opens it in front of him. "Take a look at everything I've collected. It's foolproof!"

Sitting in her school uniform, she raises her shoulders, and clasps her nervous fingers together in her lap, watching as her father flips through the material.

Over the next half-hour, he asks her pointed questions about the elaborate scheme she's devised. He always taught her to bring him solutions, not problems. And, he is surprisingly pleased to see she has learned the lesson well.

"My, my," he says, lounging back in his executive chair, "it looks like you've been busy these last few weeks. Alright... I'll set you up to meet with Sebastien, and it will be up to him to give the go-ahead. However, you will follow his every order and recommendation, even if he decides it's not a viable capture. That is how things work here."

"Oh, thank you, daddy!" She almost trips over her backpack in her rush around the massive desk to throw her arms around him.

Thomas pauses for a moment as she steps back, tilting his head to the side and staring up at her, at the woman she's become. "Have I mentioned how proud I am of you, sweetheart?"

"Yes, I love you, daddy." She gives him a quick kiss on the cheek before she gathers her things and departs on now lighter feet.

She smiles at herself in the mirrored doors of the descending private elevator. That bitch is finally going to pay for crossing me, she thinks. And, she will spend every single moment of her pathetic life making it up to her new owner.

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Andrea walks with purposeful self-assurance towards her eighth-period Government class. Her pleated skirt swishes down the hall with her brisk pace, and her blonde ponytail bobs with her barely contained excitement.

In one hour, the elections will be held for Prom Queen, and she has little doubt the student body will overwhelmingly choose her as their favorite candidate. As the hottest senior girl at Ridge Valley High, she's sure the other dumb bitches on the ballot don't stand a chance. Especially Lindsey Crill, that slut.

Lindsey thinks because her dad is a billionaire, and gave her a Porsche for her last birthday, the whole world should bow down at her