York before going west to Colorado and working in the fitness and nutrition field. But eventually she branched out on her own. She set up her business and started offering nutrition package information for a nominal onetime fee. She didn’t just stop at one person at a time type advertising. She hit up companies assuring them how their insurance rates could be lowered by adding her program for their employees to get healthy. When she met Sterling everything changed. The man was determined to do things his way and to possess her time exclusively. He hired her on for her insane asking price. Honestly, she only asked for two point five million because she didn’t think he would do it. But before she could leave his office she was sitting with his lawyer and his lawyer was drawing up the paperwork for her to take to her lawyer.
Two point five million was more money than she had ever seen and would ever see. Her business was doing well, but she was middle class income at best. She had been in shock when she went home that day. She was so much in shock that she didn’t ask just what her working for his company would fully encompass. She assumed it would be what she did with nutrition and fitness plans already, but it was so much more. She found that out after she signed on the dotted line, closed her own business and went to work exclusively for Lancaster Enterprises.
She still wasn’t completely sure what Lancaster Enterprises did, but she knew it was more than face value. Sterling had a military boot camp style training facility where some of the finest in government employees would go to train. He also trained high end bodyguards, people who provided protection for high end clients with a lot of money. From celebrities to royalty, Lancaster’s employees were guarding them all. Still, that didn’t tell her how the man had amassed so much money.
He kept Jocelyn happy without spoiling her. She still had to work for the money she received. Even though he would splurge sometimes he thought it was only fair to let her understand that money did not grow on trees. He said he was glad he hadn’t had the money he had before his divorce otherwise Jordana would be cleaning him out right now. Since he had been moderately middle class during their divorce, Jordana had settled for stealing the house his parents had left to him when they moved back to Australia. She had been content with taking a huge chunk out of his bank account. And she had forgone serious alimony payments for a larger child support payment. Thankfully, with shared custody the judge had gone lighter on Sterling than she could have. Nearly one thousand a month in child support, a lost family home, and about two hundred thousand of his three hundred fifty thousand dollar bank account at that time was all he had lost. He said it was worth it to gain his freedom.
“Is it okay if I go back to get her?” She wasn’t going to squabble over words. She wasn’t his lackey and she wasn’t his assistant either. She was…well, she wasn’t sure. She traveled with him all the time, going to his companies around the U.S. and Europe, but she was training and educating on nutrition while doing a softer side of fitness for the employees who were more administrative than get thee to a Charge that needs protecting. That’s what they called their clients—Charges.
“Go on. That little slut won’t open the door though.” She stormed off toward the kitchen.
“She’s not a slut,” she mumbled as she walked toward the back of the house. She rapped on the closed mahogany wood door. “Jocelyn,” she called loud enough for her to hear. “It’s me. We really have to get ready to go. Open the door, honey.”
“No.”
“I’m not going to talk to you through the door.”
“Is that woman the law calls my mother out there?”
Bambi looked behind her. “No.”
The locks on the door turned. Jocelyn had added a few since the
Two point five million was more money than she had ever seen and would ever see. Her business was doing well, but she was middle class income at best. She had been in shock when she went home that day. She was so much in shock that she didn’t ask just what her working for his company would fully encompass. She assumed it would be what she did with nutrition and fitness plans already, but it was so much more. She found that out after she signed on the dotted line, closed her own business and went to work exclusively for Lancaster Enterprises.
She still wasn’t completely sure what Lancaster Enterprises did, but she knew it was more than face value. Sterling had a military boot camp style training facility where some of the finest in government employees would go to train. He also trained high end bodyguards, people who provided protection for high end clients with a lot of money. From celebrities to royalty, Lancaster’s employees were guarding them all. Still, that didn’t tell her how the man had amassed so much money.
He kept Jocelyn happy without spoiling her. She still had to work for the money she received. Even though he would splurge sometimes he thought it was only fair to let her understand that money did not grow on trees. He said he was glad he hadn’t had the money he had before his divorce otherwise Jordana would be cleaning him out right now. Since he had been moderately middle class during their divorce, Jordana had settled for stealing the house his parents had left to him when they moved back to Australia. She had been content with taking a huge chunk out of his bank account. And she had forgone serious alimony payments for a larger child support payment. Thankfully, with shared custody the judge had gone lighter on Sterling than she could have. Nearly one thousand a month in child support, a lost family home, and about two hundred thousand of his three hundred fifty thousand dollar bank account at that time was all he had lost. He said it was worth it to gain his freedom.
“Is it okay if I go back to get her?” She wasn’t going to squabble over words. She wasn’t his lackey and she wasn’t his assistant either. She was…well, she wasn’t sure. She traveled with him all the time, going to his companies around the U.S. and Europe, but she was training and educating on nutrition while doing a softer side of fitness for the employees who were more administrative than get thee to a Charge that needs protecting. That’s what they called their clients—Charges.
“Go on. That little slut won’t open the door though.” She stormed off toward the kitchen.
“She’s not a slut,” she mumbled as she walked toward the back of the house. She rapped on the closed mahogany wood door. “Jocelyn,” she called loud enough for her to hear. “It’s me. We really have to get ready to go. Open the door, honey.”
“No.”
“I’m not going to talk to you through the door.”
“Is that woman the law calls my mother out there?”
Bambi looked behind her. “No.”
The locks on the door turned. Jocelyn had added a few since the
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