There's no point in resisting. As much as you hate this, there's just nothing you can do. "I'll do as you wish." you say with a bit of disdain.
"Excellent." He replies, a warm smile on his face. "The agency appreciates your cooperation, Mrs. Yan." You cringe a bit upon being called that.
"You'll have to fix that reaction. Mei Yan is your name, after all."
These people are insane. How could an agency like this exist? You hope to God that this is a dream.
"These are the basic facts about Mei Yan. You'd do well to remember them. You're 23 years old. You have no children. You were born and raised in Beijing. You worked as a stripper in your home country. You're a rather quiet woman. Your husband's name is Ryan Abalow. He's 49 years old. He's the CEO of Abalow Technologies, a large corporation. He lives in a large mansion, located in London. You met him while he was on a business trip to China. You are his "trophy wife". Your job is to look pretty for his colleagues, keep his mansion clean, cook his food, and have sex with him."
You do your best to absorb the information.
"You'll need to be sedated now." he says. He pulls out a syringe, and two burly men suddenly grab you from behind. "No!" You scream and flail with your feminine arms.
"Do your best, Mei." the doctor says with a smile, as he injects you. You pass out . . .
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