Because Shane McCutcheon was a tester. The Tester.

People contacted her to know if their partner was a reliable, trustworthy, faithful person or not. And Shane did the dirty job for them. And she was paid for that. 3,500 $ per head, as she liked to say.

The funny part of all that was that she really didn’t care about what was in the Tested’s head. Not at all. She did care more about what was between her legs. Funny. Oh so very funny.

Shane had magnificent skills in terms of seduction and she knew it, and she used them to her own advantage. After all, she just had to try and seduce the Tested, she just had to try and take her to bed. That was her job and she did it emotionlessly, even though she took every case very seriously.

Through the years, it had become easier to keep herself at a distance from everyone. It was because she had seen dozens and dozens of women falling into her arms, again and again, even when they professed true and eternal love to their official partners with a huge amounts of poetic words. But, in the end and in most cases, they ended screaming and shouting and twisting into her arms and under her body, hissing unrepeatable things into her ear, do me do me do me.

And, one fine morning, Shane had woken up realizing that she didn’t believe in love or faithfulness or authenticity or fidelity or commitment anymore. Not that she had ever tried or felt it on her own skin, no, but still… It wasn’t a big deal because she didn’t really believe it could exist.

She was thinking about all of those things, locked into her office, when she heard the hurly burly at the counter.

“Where is she? This is what I wanna know, ‘kay? Just tell me where the fuck she is!”, the man was screaming against Helena, Shane’s business partner.

“I don’t know! I just know that she’s busy, now chill out, okay?”, Helena was replying.

Shane ran her hands on her face in a bothered motion and got up, motioning to the door. It opened wide before she could put her hand on the doorknob and Mark Weiland’s torn face appeared into her field of view.