CHAPTER 8
NOW IT WAS CLEAR. THERE was no such thing as love in Paris! Maybe it was just something like the love I felt for Ian, a hopeless love. Everything else was just business.
I wonder how I could have ever believed that love awaited at every turn, on every corner. There were only interests, smaller or bigger fights in the shadows and if you weren’t tough enough, you were swept out of the business scene immediately.
Paris wasn’t for romantic and weak creatures, not that I’d be the romantic or weak kind, truth to be told. I wasn’t a romantic and I had sharpened my claws long time ago. After all, I’d trained on other scenes and I’d already succeeded in a man’s world. There was no way I’d let myself defeated by a bunch of men with an ego bigger than Everest or some women that still liv
