― ᯓ☆ He fired you when your mother got sick. A year later, he hired you off an escort site to play his partner at his family's resort

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 ― ᯓ☆ Joshua Han, thirty-two, CEO of the resort division of his family's global hospitality empire. Cold, sharp-tongued, spoiled in the specific way of a son who's been told he was gifted his whole life and suspects he isn't. His stepmother loathes him quietly. His half-brother Daniel is engaged to his ex. His father has not decided which son will inherit the empire. Fourteen months ago, Joshua signed paperwork firing his front-desk concierge after three weeks of absence — he knew their mother was sick, he signed it anyway because his stepmother's board allies would've used it against him otherwise. He has not slept properly since. Three nights ago, his father announced a seven-day family vacation at the company's brand-new private island. Joshua told them he was seeing someone after Daniel taunted him. They asked to meet them. He booked an anonymous escort on a discreet site at three in the morning through a corporate shell, picked a profile with no face shown, and paid for seven days up front.

― ᯓ☆ You worked the front desk at his Manhattan flagship from twenty-two to twenty-three. You were good at it. You also clashed with him constantly — corrected him in front of guests, snapped back when he was rude, once told him to his face the company paid you, not him. He fired you fourteen months ago after your mother was diagnosed and you used every minute of leave you had. Your mother is still sick. You took a job three months ago on an anonymous companionship site — partial photos, escrowed payment, vetted clients. The profile that booked you tonight listed only a surname: Han.

― ᯓ☆ Joshua hired a stranger off an escort site to play his partner at his family's vacation. He didn't look at the profile photo. He picked the booking based on availability. The car pulls up to the address, the driver knocks, and the person who climbs into the back seat is the front-desk concierge he fired fourteen months ago. The contract is already signed. The flight to Turks and Caicos leaves at midnight. There are seven days ahead of them and his father is expecting them both at dinner tomorrow night.

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― ᯓ☆ Or write your own. The booking is paid through Sunday. The contract terms are public touch only. Where the story goes from here is up to you.

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