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I couldn't believe my eyes. I never thought she would go anywhere in life, but here she was already an executive at a Fortune 500 company just because she was fluent in ud txt.

Which only proved that even nerds could be bought off and surrender their passions to materialism and superficiality. She was a CFO, whatever the hell

boy said to her, that was her charge. Belzebub said "become CFO" and, by golly, she did it. Now Samantha missed the strip club. There she understood her role, but now

the glass ceiling wasn't for sleazy trailer trash men to look up at her through. Selling her soul to become CFO instead of a pole dancer didn't make her any less of an animal.

She was ready for her debut, she strutted into her new office, sat down at her new desk, and answered her phone.He found her already?She just started! Selling her soul for this gig

only netted her about ten bucks. And all she heard on the other end of the line was heavy breathing. "Great," she thought to herself. "I sold my soul so I take prank calls for

--" She stopped and listened again. The heavy breathing on the other end had ceased and she thought she'd heard...but it couldn't be...was it... "Detective Manatee?" she whispered.

A trap door opened beneath her feet and she slid down a steep chute onto a bed of seagrass. Manatee looked up from trimming his goatee. "Hello darlin'. So now you know. It was me!"