Amelia's POV

It was now almost a week that I had arrived at Los Angeles, California. I was being treated like a queen. I was lodged in the presidential suite of a five star hotel with men and women at my service. I had people for every tasks including washing my feet. I wished I could live on like this forever.

I was still busy thinking about how big I would be if I got more contracts like the one Kovak, the Russian fatso on the plane, offered me. I would become an instant millionaire. Just then, one of the men guarding my suite came to tell me that I...