Rebecca was one of my best girls for 6 months. She didn't see to particularly like the work, amd would often complain avout various aspects, but she was a very good earner, especailly for the type of clientelle we had ad that point: party calls. I would send 2 or 3 or 4 girls to go hang out with some rising WallStreet star, and they would keep the girls all night and pay thier hourly rate and just hand out and party with them. Rebecca was really good ay handling these guys, and the girls who had to be brought along.
But one day, she walked into my affice and I knew something was wrong. It was written all over her face. She creid as she told me she just couldn't do it anymore and how sorry she was for disappointing me since she knew how much I depended on her. Then I did something I never do: I told her I'd take care of her while she recharged her batteries. I rented her an apparmtent in the Village. She answered phones for my a little bit, but basically I wanted her to detox. things seemed to be going along fairly well, and after about 5 months she seemed normal again.
One day she tells me she's going home to CA for a few weeks to setlle some old issues and when she comes back she thinks she's going to be ready to go back to work. After about 10 days into her trip I got a call from one of the other girls. Her and her junkie ex-were found dead OD'ed in a seedy motel / shooting gallery.
I still flip flop ove how much of this was my responsibility.
But one day, she walked into my affice and I knew something was wrong. It was written all over her face. She creid as she told me she just couldn't do it anymore and how sorry she was for disappointing me since she knew how much I depended on her. Then I did something I never do: I told her I'd take care of her while she recharged her batteries. I rented her an apparmtent in the Village. She answered phones for my a little bit, but basically I wanted her to detox. things seemed to be going along fairly well, and after about 5 months she seemed normal again.
One day she tells me she's going home to CA for a few weeks to setlle some old issues and when she comes back she thinks she's going to be ready to go back to work. After about 10 days into her trip I got a call from one of the other girls. Her and her junkie ex-were found dead OD'ed in a seedy motel / shooting gallery.
I still flip flop ove how much of this was my responsibility.