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I staredat the envelope curiously. The thick envelope had a rich elegance to the paper. There was no return address. My name was written in beautiful white calligraphy on the front and the back was sealed with a red ink stamp with the initials BC.

It was so beautiful, I didn’t even want to open the envelope but curiosity got the best of me. What was this?

I opened the envelope to reveal a cream stalk card with the same BC emblem at the top.

Dear McKenzie,

We were very impressed with your performance today at the swimsuit competition. We would like to extend to you the invitation to join us for the evening. A little birdy told us you are short on your medical school tuition. If you join us tonight, consider your first year paid in full.

A black limo will arrive at your residence to take you to your destination at 11pm. It will wait only five minutes. The choice is yours. If you do decide to come, come just as you were today in full hair and make up. Attire will be provided. You will arrive home no later than 6am with your payment in full. No cell phones. No personal belongings.

Cordially Yours,

The Elusive and Exclusive BC

I rereadthe note over and over. Was this some sort of practical joke? Behind the stalk card, the following words were written:

Verbal password is as follows:

BlueAlpha118

11pm? Bluealpha118? What the heck was this?

I looked at my phone. It was 6pm. I could still make the study group from 7 until 9 and then come home and primp. Damn it. I didn’t know how to re apply my professional make up and Shelly was out at some party. Wait a minute, was I really considering going? Just because some money was thrown my way?

I re read the phrase . . . If you join us tonight, consider your first year paid in full.

Yes. I would do anything to go to medical school.

But was this even legitimate and true?

There was only one way to find out. I had to go. I spent the next hour googling “what does bc stand for?” Besides British Columbia and other standard replies, I got nothing. “The Elusive and Exclusive BC”. Nothing.

It was pointless going to study group. The entire time, besides avoiding knowing stares from male members in my study group, I was preoccupied with what the night would bring.

What if my kidney gets cut out?

What if I’m expected to be a prostitute?

How did they know my personal information?

Who are they?

What are they?

Finally, the moment of truth came. My heart beat like the loudest drum and I was a bundle of nerves when the limo pulled up outside of my apartment at 11pm.

I looked left and right to see if anyone saw me. There it was. The moment of truth. I reached for the door, then stopped. After taking another deep breath I opened the door and got inside the limo wondering what in the world I was getting myself into.

The limo was empty. I looked nervously around, feeling like I might have a full-fledge panic attack. My heart pounded so loud in my chest that now my ears rang. Sitting next to me in the empty limo was a giant black box with a silk tied ribbon.

McKenzie Kanewas written on the tag.

I stared at it for what felt like minutes. Finally, I carefully pulled the satin bow. A thousand possible ideas were running through my brain. A dress maybe? I lifted the box and there laying on top was a small black lace looking fabric with a note on top.

Put this on immediately after you are dressed. Please make sure to obscure your vision. Please do not delay in changing. It is in your best interest if you do this as soon as you can.

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