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I was in a relationship with Terrence. We met because he was online lookin for models. We ended up talking and our relationship went way past modeling gigs. Terrence lied about the millions and things he had. I found out he has 5 kids and never takes care of them. He is from Omaha. He had me doing all types of crazy things just to get by. He even tried doing a illegal escort agency. Terrence was having sex with the women and taking all of their money and running off. He messed up lots of my money and ran. From being around Terrence I realized that he preys on young women trying to start modeling careers. He gets in good with them and use them for what they are worth. Terrence is no good and does not deserve a decent life. I found that he has ruined so many women's lives and credit.

Wow this guy has been doing a lot he got me for 200 he had me feeling sorry for him sayin he had eye surgery then said he got jumped and his ex girlfriend went through his stuff. It was always something when he was supposed to deposit money in my account that he owed me. U can't trust people

This guy meets women online. Basically he sells these women dreams and tells them how rich he is. I will say that Mr.Grandberry or Baltimore is somewhat smart. He has very great marketing skills. But he also wants to live his life as a scam artist. This guy lies to many women and uses them. Then they eventually become apart of his scam. Terrence Wendell Grandberry born Nov.11 1968 has 5 children by 5 different women and does not pay child support, To my understanding has research he has children on the way. This guy and his family have been scamming for years with financial businesses and model scams. Eventually this will catch up with Mr.Grandberry. Mr. Grandberry has stole from many women, ruined their names, credit, and many other things. Please protect yourself and do not become apart of scams...

Oh yes, he did the same thing to me and several other "employees." He had an actual office when I worked for him here in Dallas (on Commerce in Downtown). The names of the "businesses" he ran were "TWG Inc." and "AMA Entertainment." Long story short, we were to drive (spend our own gas) to local businesses and solicit "vendors" and sponsors of celebrity hosted events. He ripped off companies and many, many "sales reps" on a daily basis. Most of what he did in the month that I was there was interview hundreds of people and make them pay a large amount of money for a background check. My position was as a "promotions assistant." We were to be paid every two weeks; however, we never were and there was always an excuse. I worked with his primary assistant and the primary assistant's sister. While I do not remember his assistant's name, her last name was claimed to be "Peoples" and her sister, "Virginia Peoples." Anyway, eventually, one day he never showed up and we waited for him at the office until 9pm (we had figured out it was a scam and were going to confront him). He showed, made excuses for the office being vacant and not paying us, etc. ANYWAY, I acted like I believed him, but was smart enough to get my employee folder so that he would'nt have my SS number, etc. I just knew he was a liar and scam artist. Anyway, get the hell out of there if you ever come across him; he is a snake. Follow updates about him on Twitter: www.twitter.com/terrencegrand1

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My Vegas Testimony: Sex Slave Scam
Recently I've landed a job for TFC USA as a personal assistant with the freedom to continue my modeling. I was to be trained in Las Vegas for two months while studying my finance books for my financing license. My pay was $35 an hr, housing (hotel)and food was paid for. then I was to re-locate to Atlanta, Georgia to the corporate office. Too good to be true? Indeed it was. I flew over to Vegas with my life packed in my luggage to begin a new chapter. Before I had left I checked out every possible detail of this job and even my mother spoke with my "boss" and gave me the thumbs up. Upon my arrival my new "boss" greats me at baggage claim. An African-American who severely needed a haircut, dressed in a black, suede jogging suit and tennis shoes paired with a striped polo shirt. Not the image I had expected in meeting my new "boss" that would be paying me $35 an hour and is supposedly banking being the owner of this million dollar company. He explained to me he had lost his wallet with all of his credit cards, cash and identification when I asked for his I.D. to send a photo of it home. That should have been my first sign. As my mother has always said to me, "You're too trusting StormyGayle and one day it will bite you in the butt." And I was. I gave this man the benefit of the doubt and understood that people sometimes lose their wallets. He asked me for the money in my wallet and I then explained that I had to spend my cash on my luggage to fly with me and how expensive airports food and drinks were. In other words, no dude, you're supposed to be MY boss, paying ME. There was my second sign that I over looked. He declared we'd have to say at the airport till morning until we could go to a western union to pick up some money. I asked how so if he didn't have an I.D. and he replied with I told them to send it in your name. Again I understand he had lost his wallet along with his I.D. to I overlooked that as well. If someone had owned a company and were paying for all of my expenses along with $35 an hour couldn't they just call their office and have a car sent over? Or even one of his employees to be there to get us? There's my fourth sign I missed. After sitting in the airport for a while, I complained about how exhausted I was from my traveling and couldn't wait to get to my hotel "The Gold Spike." Then my job description changed and I realized I was now a victim of a sex slave scam. Terrance Douglas, my new boss, then said "Well how tired are you? We can go make some money right now, we're in Vegas, men come here to party, gamble, and have sex. If you see 10 men in one day and charge them $$ for an hour than you'll have this amount of money in this amount of days." BAM! PawPaw flashed in my head along with images of my family and friends over the years, images of my loved ones searching for me, images of my loved ones crying over the mangled remains of my sold, used body. I played it cool, no matter how horrible the thoughts were in my head and how much I was freaking out on the inside, I remained cool, calm and collected. I excused myself leaving my luggage and taking my purse and phone with me to the ladies room. I called home to my mother and explained to her what was going on, to call Dad and tell him because I was leaving the ladies room and returning to my baggage and not trying to raise suspicion. Terrance Douglas was not the person I thought he was so I did not know how he would react if I didn't play along until finding my safest exit. I returned to our seats and my Dad called. He was freaking out telling me to get the hell away from him, to call the police and I was having a completely different conversation with him. "Ok Dad, I'll text you my license number for that paperwork so you can send it in for me" and hung up. Now I can only imagine what my parents are going through at this point and ignored it and put my phone on silent and ignored their calls while digging in my purse pretending to look for my I.D. when I told my new "boss" I thought I had dropped it and was going to the desk to see if anyone had turned it in. I approached the desk and spoke in a low voice for them to act normal, and as I explained to them what was going on and I needed them to call the police for me I lost it and the sting of the first tear smudged the picture perfect makeup I had applied before my flight in order to look my best for my new "boss." They called the police and he was arrested and during me filling out my report I read on the detectives notes the real name of my "boss." The man I knew as Terrance Douglas was actually Terrance Granberry. He had scammed me under the pretense that I was to have this badass job and he was really going to sell my body in Las Vegas. I'm so thankful I made it back home. I never have been more appreciative of waking in my own bed and seeing the loving faces of my family and friends and as irritated I use to get at my dogs, Jake & Jasmine, for licking me I am appreciative I get to have them love on me again. I hope my testimony and my story will help others see that it can happen to anyone. I feel embarrassed and ignorant, I know I shouldn't because that's how well put together the scam was, but normally I do. I never ever for a second thought I would ever be put in such a position in a million years, but it can happen to anyone. I hope some will learn from my story.



Here is a link to my story with Terrence Grandberry