Epilogue #2
Big Daddy leaned back in the luxurious leather captain’s chair on his private jet. He’d spent last week island-hopping around the Caribbean looking for the perfect place to build his exclusive retreat. Epstein had some good ideas but was an idiot. Big Daddy wouldn’t make the same mistakes.
When his satellite phone rang, he smiled at the caller ID. “Johannes, I take it my lawyer has paid your bail?”
“There’s a private plane waiting for you at the airport we always use.
The pilot will take you to the Caribbean where you’ll undergo plastic surgery.
This is only a temporary setback. There are thousands more girls where they came from.
I’ve already selected a new site in Los Angeles.
They didn’t get the membership list. Men like those don’t go long without their proclivities.
As soon as your surgery is completed, I’ll send the plane for you.
In the meantime, two of my best men are overseeing the renovation of the new building.
I’ve already sent out another team to start collecting girls.
The training house is still safe, so you’ll be able to start with a full staff upon opening. ”
That evening, Big Daddy walked into his D.C. club, recognizing several congressmen, senators, and political power players. Blondes, brunettes, and redheads in every skin color and age saw to the needs of his clients.
That little bitch can take down my houses one at a time, but I’ll rebuild. There will always be men ready, willing, and able to buy what I provide.
The End