“Julio has a point” the handsome Mexican said and suddenly, Julio looked like he just won employee of the year for the tenth time in a row.
His eyes turned to me and weighed me. The Mexican weighed me too.
“Then I’m not selling. I’ve had two weeks to come up with a price, two weeks and I will not negotiate”
“I’ve bought girls for far more less” the man said.
“She’s flawless, she has not even a single dent in her skin. Do you know who she is? A super model and actress. Not just that, do you know who would pay far more than forty million to have her right now”
“Then why don’t you sell her to him?”
“I don’t want to. He’s mine”
Julio’s brows crinkled and he groaned.
“What am I?” He asked Elisa but she didn’t pay attention, she just stared at the good-looking Mexican as if she wanted him too.
“Thirty million ” the man said.
“Fine, but only because I need money badly, she could pass for half a billion if I was seriously selling ”
The middle aged woman returned with a steaming plate of food, my treacherous stomach grumbled audibly for everyone to her.
“How many times has she been given food?” The Mexican asked.
“Three times a day, every day” Elisa said.
“A total into this goddamned hell hole” I told the man, not because I wanted pity but because I wanted Elisa and Julio and the middle aged maid to realize that they were cruel.