Calista was putting the money Kyle sent her to good use by going shopping. She bought some of the most expensive things she could get her hands on. As she had no sense of financial responsibility, she went through the entire amount in a day. She didn't care; she was a pretty girl and was sure she could get another sucker to pay her bills. However, this didn't mean she didn't have aspirations of her own. She wished to be a celebrity, an actress gracing the big screen and walking the red carpet with the biggest names in the industry, but that future looked like a long shot.
However, she was confused as to why that man sent her money and gave her his number, only to not pick up. "Would you like to do your manicure?" a lady asked in one of the most expensive salons in Los Angeles. She nodded; it wasn't cheap to look pretty, because to sell a certain standard, she had to look the part. But her phone soon rang, and Calista knew that moving would interrupt the manicure. Luckily, she had her wireless AirPods in, even though it would have been a lot easier to leave the call until later, but considering she had auditioned for numerous roles, this could be a return call.
"Hello, you've reached Calista Wave ," she began, waiting eagerly for a response from the other end. "Congratulations, Miss Calista Wave. Your application has been accepted by the JPD Agency! We look forward to working with you," Carly said, giving her some much-needed good news. Calista was relieved; the agency she had been with for the last few years not only had trouble getting her roles, their standing in the entertainment industry was also steadily declining. She couldn't be associated with an agency that wasn't even in the ranking.
The truth was, Calista was barely making ends meet. She was living a life she had no means of maintaining herself, and that's why she often accepted mediocre roles and erotic photoshoots to keep the lights on at night. Sex sells, that had always been the way, and Calista didn't oppose the system, she embraced it. The phone call soon came to an end, and so did her time at the salon. She noticed that she had received a message, and to her surprise, it was from the man who she had gotten fired. She had conflicting feelings regarding this, but if he was willing to send her that much money just to get her attention, it couldn't hurt playing along.
That way, she would be able to siphon as much money from him as possible, as she did with other men.
[[Hey, I was busy earlier, but I'm free tonight. How about dinner?]] The message read, but there was an attached photo right after, which she opened. It was a picture of a beautiful green dress; Kyle already knew she had a thing for designers, so all he did was search for some of the most expensive dresses.
[[I think this dress would look good on you, so how about you wear that when I come pick you up?]] The message read, but that wasn't all; Kyle had sent her a whopping $100,000.
Calista didn't know what to say, because what the fuck was he doing working that job if he had this much money? Was he some millionaire who wished to experience the life of a normal man? "H-He is fucking crazy…" Calista thought to herself, but she couldn't peel her eyes away from the dress. And the dress was beautiful; there was no chance in hell she was going to turn this down.
[Ding!] [Spent $100,000. 10X Critical Hit. Earned $1,000,000! 2X Bonus Critical Hit. Earned $2,000,000! The money has been transferred to account XXX-XXX-XXX!] [Spent at least $100,000 on a beautiful lady!] [Update in affection bar!] [Calista's affection: 20%!] This brought his total wealth to approximately $3,100,000. Kyle couldn't believe his life, but he knew that this woman would need a sterner approach. She was an untamed gold digger, but Kyle had just the means to tame her: an endless supply of the gold she was digging for.
Kyle had made reservations with one of the finest hotels in the city where only the rich could be found. He knew he couldn't bring Calista back to his apartment. Kyle wanted to see just how far his money could get him, and if he could get the bitch that ruined his life in the process, then so be it. One thing was certain, Kyle was going to screw her tonight, and the thought was a comforting one, as he knew that this was her karma.
But before he could delve deeper into the roadmap he had drawn up for her, his phone rang. "Mr. Jones?" Kyle thought to himself before picking up. The summary of the conversation was that Mr. Jones told him that there was a problem with his car, but he had promised his wife to escort her to pick up a couple of items that could only be found in a specific store. The problem was, it was a couple of miles out, and Kyle kissed his teeth in irritation.
Mr. Jones was becoming too comfortable, but his irritation quickly subsided when Kyle remembered that he had inconvenienced him for years. This must also have been how he felt, yet he put up with it for years. Kyle accepted; he didn't want to admit it, but he didn't have anything better to do with his time. If anything, this was a welcome distraction, but he feared that this might blur the lines between tenant and landlord.