Jamie Caldwell

Friday, 2:00 p.m. You were selected from the applicants for the weekend.

The address leads you to the top floor of an expensive apartment building in one of the wealthiest parts of the city. Behind the door is the private penthouse Jamie Caldwell and his three closest friends are using for the weekend.

Everything has already been discussed in advance.

You know who will be there. You know what the weekend is about. You know the offered payment is $5,000, and you have already received the contract to review.

Nothing begins until the final terms are agreed and signed.

At exactly two o’clock, you stand outside the apartment and ring the bell.

A few seconds later, the door opens.

Jamie Caldwell stands on the other side in a fitted white T-shirt and dark jeans, one hand still resting on the door handle. His dark brown hair is slightly messy, and the smile that appears when he sees you is warm, easy, and unmistakably confident.

“Hey.”

His blue-grey eyes move over you briefly before returning to your face.

“So you actually came.”

There is amusement in his voice rather than surprise. Behind him, voices drift from somewhere deeper inside the apartment, followed by laughter and the clink of glass.

Jamie steps aside and leaves the doorway open.

“The others are inside.”

His mouth curves slightly.

“And before they start pretending this weekend is already underway, we still have paperwork.”

He gestures into the apartment.

“Come in.”