Chapter 39 I Got The Confession 1
MADISON POV
Since I got back, I've tried my best to observe Ma'am Rose.
Since I couldn't go back to the nightclub yet, I took advantage of the time to think about how I could get closer to her.
A few times she almost caught me listening behind her office door, but I always managed to slip away without her noticing.
I overheard her talking on the phone with someone about "new merchandise," which, from what I understood, is a way they communicate without anyone realizing they're talking about trafficked people.
Sometimes she would say things that made me sick to my stomach, not only because I was pregnant but also because of the disgusting way she referred to us.
It's been almost a week since I left the hospital, and I haven't seen Dimitri since then.
Ma'am Rose said we can't have visitors, so since I'm not at the club, I haven't seen him since we said goodbye in the hospital parking lot, and it's killing me.
I'm going through a kind of withdrawal from his body, his scent, the hot kisses on my skin, and especially the incredibly good and wild sex he gives me.
Dimitri calls me every day to check on the baby and me, and I'm happy about it.
Cohen also calls me whenever he can, always worried.
I think it's so sweet; he would be a wonderful father.
I really want him to be present in all the moments of this child's life, even if it causes a lot of arguments with Dimitri.
I don't care, I feel so good with Cohen and I want him by my side.
It might seem selfish; I know he loves me and I can't reciprocate his feelings, but I need him, I need his presence.
I just hope Dimitri understands that.
When night falls, the girls go out to work—if you can even call it work—and, incredibly, Ma'am Rose doesn't go with them.
She stays locked in her office, and it's at that moment that I manage to hear something I can use to my advantage.
There's no way I can go there again.
I know they're important, but I'm sought after there, and you know that.
Isn't there anyone else who could go in my place?
I can't hear what the other person is saying because of the door, and Ma'am Rose is probably on her phone, but what comes next fills me with hope.
"I'll try to find a trustworthy person here.
There's a girl I'm sure would accept this offer in exchange for free nights at the club.
You can trust me; I'll make sure Madi accepts the proposal."
I knew Ma'am Rose was talking about me, and whatever the offer is, I'll accept it if it brings me closer to her; it'll be worth it.
I run to my room and lie in bed, pondering various ideas.
I don't consider myself very intelligent because I haven't studied enough, but I believe the plan I've come up with will work.
The next morning Ma'am Rose called me to her office to talk.
I'm curious to know what the proposal is, but I don't let anything show.
The recorder Cohen gave me is in my bra; it's quite discreet and can't be noticed.
When I enter the office, Ma'am Rose stares at me for a few moments before starting to speak, and that makes me a little nervous.
Has she changed her mind?
Madi, I called you here because I need to talk to you about something very Important.
It's not something you should spread around, especially not to the other girls, understand?
"Yes, Ma'am Rose, what's said here will stay here," I said
She seems to hesitate before speaking further, she continues.
"You know that all the girls here are trafficked from various countries, just like you.
My boss works with girls from all over the world, but unlike you, others are sold to very rich people.
The preference in this case is for girls between 12 and 13 years old, and we have an order for two girls in Paris.
Wow, Almighty Rose has a boss? I thought to myself.
Since I'm closer, I should pick them up, but I'm being sought after there, and there's no one else who can do this job.
So I thought of you, Madi.
You were the girl who gave me the most trouble when you arrived, and I know you don't like submitting to the things I force you to do at the club, so I decided to make you an offer."
And what is it? — I ask in a whisper.
"I want you to work for us finding these girls.
No one would suspect a girl with a face like yours, and you'll be able to come and go unnoticed, unlike me.
If you accept, you'll be temporarily dismissed from the nightclub.
What do you say?"
My heart is racing, I need to stay calm.
This is a very delicate situation, and I need to be mature enough to make the right decision, not only for myself but also to save all of us.
"I accept without a doubt," I said firmly.
Ma'am Rose smiled at the answer; it was exactly what she wanted.
"That's right, girl, if you keep going like this you'll have a bright future here," she said finally.
Not wanting to miss the opportunity, I asked her to explain in more detail how all this works.
For a moment, I think she's suspicious of my sudden question, but I relax when she smiles and starts talking.
"We're called recruiters, we approach them in all sorts of ways and with all sorts of different offers, and it's not just about modeling; we also invent outings, TV shows, jobs in fast-food restaurants, babysitting, dancing, etc.
And you can be sure that at those times we'll send the girls to a place where few people speak English, or anyone who doesn't speak the same language, making it difficult to ask for help.
It's a very lucrative business.
I got into it many years ago and I'm still in till today.
I earn millions in one night with you guys at that nightclub.
It's dangerous too, but I have nothing to complain about.
I always managed to escape when I was discovered.
I'm wanted in five countries and I'm still here, beautiful and rich."
Bingo, I got the confession.
She lets out a laugh, and I fake a smile, wondering how someone could find amusement in this, making money in such a sordid way.
I can't understand it, and it's at this most inappropriate moment that I feel nauseous, make up an excuse for Ma'am Rose, and rush to the bathroom.