Scott Thompson sat in a meeting with the partners of Wolfram Communications, the television and radio broadcast studio he now owned, as of 3:45 that afternoon. It was a boring meeting, made even more so by the fact that<em>this</em>wasn't the purchase he was waiting for. Every 5 minutes he found himself checking his cell phone. Nothing yet. He'd put up good money, enough that he hoped to get out of the bidding process altogether.<br/><br/>"I think you'll find that I'm a very valuable asset to this company, Mr... Halsin was it? This is not the first studio I've run, I've brought 5 television shows to primetime and purchased 3 radio stations from Clear Channel to bring them into the highest ratings those studios have seen in years."<em>Where was that text?</em>"I don't plan to change much about the studio, no, I plan to keep things running much as they are, only<em>better.</em><em>Bzzz.... ahh there it is.</em>"I'm sorry, if you'll excuse me, I really have to take this. Send the paperwork to my office, we'll get this finalized by tonight."<br/><br/><em>Finally, out of that damn meeting. Now to see exactly what I won.</em>Scott turned on his iPhone and opened up that first text. Scott exhaled slowly at the first image that popped up.<em>Definitely</em>worth every bit of the 2.7 million that Scott paid. He took a moment to look over the profile of this girl. There was a special note on this one. Apparently she had a mouth on her. He'd have to break that habit real quick. He didn't much let equals talk back to him, he wasn't about to let it slide for property. At the end of the text was a message asking for confirmation. He put in the confirmation code he had been given to authorize the transaction and closed his phone. Suddenly his day was looking a lot brighter.<br/><br/>Scott walked out of the studio with his phone in hand, calling his wife. "Hey honey. No, the meeting is running a little late as usual. You know, red tape and paperwork... its normal for these transactions. When I get home if you're still awake we'll go out and celebrate. Tell John and Lisa that I love them. Oh, and tell John I will definitely be at his little league game this weekend. I know, I know, I've missed 4 already. Work has been hectic honey. Alright, I love you and I miss you." He closed his phone and put it in his pocket, climbing into the red Maserati Quattroporte he drove to the meeting.<br/><br/>When in the car, he tossed the gray jacket of his suit into the back seat, unbuttoning the top two buttons on his shirt and loosening the cuffs. Work was done, now was time for play. Scott never involved Katherine in this part of his life. She had no idea what kind of man he was outside of his businesses and his home life. Scott drove up to the address he'd been given. It looked innocent enough on the outside. He pulled up to the front of the building, walking in through what looked enough like a hotel lobby. It was a large suite from the looks of it, well worth the money even if the girl didn't pan out.<br/><br/>Scott stopped in the kitchen of the suite to make himself a Gin and Tonic, sipping slowly on the drink as he passed through towards the back room. He could hear sounds coming from the other side and his pulse started to race a little. On the other side of that door was his prize, his newest acquisition. With a shuddered breath of harnessed excitement, he pushed open the door and laid eyes on his purchase for the first time in person. She was facing away from him, burlap sack over her head so he couldn't see her face. He'd seen it well enough in the picture they sent him though. It wouldn't look nearly that pretty when he was done with it. Her hands were tied behind her back, secured to the chair she sat in, in the middle of the garage-like room he found himself in. Slowly, making as little noise as he could for now, Scott closed the door behind him and made his way over.