The popular magazine belongs to him—Crayson Carrington.
He controls everything, including my future as a budding columnist.
His reach knows no bounds, and his demands are never left unfulfilled.

Now those demands include me.
I have no idea how I caught his attention.
I should've been more careful.
Now he wants to own me.

Perhaps even control me.
I should be afraid of the consequences.
Part of me feels ashamed.

The rest of me remains on edge.

As cray cray as it may sound,

I am anticipating the unpredictable twists that lie ahead.