Aspen drummed his fingers against the table, impatient as to what his father deemed so important that he’d made his son cross continents to come meet him.

Carlisle and his son Aspen looked very alike except for the change in their hair color, Carlisle was brown-haired whilst Aspen took after his mother and his hair was as black as the night.

Both men were evidently formidable, their personalities radiated dominance and power and for good reason.

“You want to take over the whole business now, I suppose.” Carlisle said, his tone cool enough to freeze over the whole of Asia.

“No, I’ve been handling most of our businesses now for the past decade, foreseeing the manufacture of drug cartels, travelling all over the world to widen our connections even more. I’ve been training since I was fucking 16 only to watch my brother take over your business.” Aspen sarcastically remarks, scoffing at his father.

Ignoring his son’s sarcastic remark, Carlisle continues, “I’ll hand over the business to you but on one condition.”

Raising an eyebrow at his father, Aspen asks, “What condition ?” He was definitely intrigued now, he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life. But he was cautious too, he knew his father too well for him to fool him into thinking that this would be a piece of cake.

“I need you to train a girl.” Carlisle explains with a straight face.

Spitting the water back into the glass from which he’d just taken a sip, Aspen replies, “That’s it ? That’s all I have to do ?” He was shocked he must admit for he had surely been expecting something much more challenging.

“I need you to train her very well, she needs to be an expert in all the ways to please a man. The reason I’m handing you this job is because any other trainer would need at least 3 years to turn an innocent, naive girl into a seductive and cunning woman. Only you can do it in 3 months.” Carlisle explains.

“I’m guessing since you’re highly prioritizing training some girl, she’s not meant to be kept in our sex-slavery mansion.” Aspen says, his eyebrows taut.

“No, she’s meant to be sold to a certain gentleman.” Carlisle replies.

“Fine.” Aspen says, irked by the task he’d been handed. He was suspicious as to why his father hadn’t disclosed the identity of the man who the girl was being prepared for.

Carlisle answers the phone when it starts ringing, after a couple of “uhmms”, he ends the call.

“She’s here. Fly her to Mexico, she needs to be trained where all the other girls are trained if we have any hope of changing her normal mind process into that of a slave in such a short time.” Carlisle states.

“Why not just sell some girl from the whore-house to this man ?” Carlisle’s son asks him, growing curiouser and curiouser.

“He doesn’t just want any girl. He wants only her.” The superior Santiago states, his tone a bit annoyed

“And what’s so special about this girl in particular to him ? “ Aspen asks, a frown etched on his face.

“You'll see.” His father replies, a mysterious grin overtaking his mouth which was usually set in a grim line.

Aspen was surprised to say the least, his father was an imposing man who rarely ever sported a smile if ever. All his father had seen in his life was bloodshed and hideous killings, no man could ever be happy after experiencing what his father had been through.

Aspen was now even more intrigued about this girl.

Little did he know that this girl would make his world come crashing down.