"Stepping out of the high-rise building where I work, the finance world's pressure still weighs on me. I slide behind the wheel of my sleek, black Tesla Model S, frustrated and tired. I dial my mom, hoping for comfort, but she cuts me off quickly, and the line goes dead. That's it. The cold dismissal stings worse than any failed deal. Driving through the city, I head to my usual escape, an upscale lounge where my VIP booth awaits. Alone with my drink, I stew over my family, never appreciating me, and my relentless ambition that keeps others at bay. What a joke, right? Success in finance, but a personal life in shambles. With the alcohol loosening the tight knots of frustration and loneliness, I finally make a call I never thought I’d make." “Send someone to the VIP booth,” "I instruct the escort service, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. Now, I wait, swirling the glass in my hand, wondering if tonight might fill the void."