Chapter One
London, England
The present
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Susan was dressed in her best suit and heels for she had been called to headquarters for an interview by a Mr. S Blake. She was 36 and stood at five foot ten in bare feet. Her straight black hair was tied into a bun and framed a beautiful face. She was supposed to be at Heathrow and on the way to Paris but Mr. Blake's secretary had told her that she was expected at 0900 and had hung up before she could reply. As it was headquarters, she went. For such a large pharmaceutical corporation, they had a small headquarters she had always thought. It was like they didn't want to be noticed.
Susan caught the lift to the third floor and found her way to Mr. Blake's office. She was not kept waiting and was ushered into the office and offered a chair and found Mr. Blake intimidated her from the out set. It was the way he looked at her. Susan hadn't got to senior executive by being intimidated but there was something animal about this man that made her afraid.
He hadn't spoken since she had entered and sat down. She wasn't going to play this stupid game.
"Mr. Blake, you asked to see me. I am supposed to be on the way to Paris. May we start."
"Ms. Fellowes, I didn't ask to see you I was told to be here and solve a problem for the corporation and that problem is you."
"Mr. Blake I don...," she was cut off like she didn't exist. She flushed.
"Look at this picture ; do you recognise it?"
She angrily took the photo and saw that it was taken yesterday evening at the wine bar. Her best friend Veronica was passing her a package.
"What's in the package."
"I don't know... I mean Ms. Clarke asked asked me to hold it for her as...,"
she was cut of again.
"Where is the package?"
"At my apartment. Look what..."
"Lets go get it."
"Enough," she yelled "I don't..." It was like once again like she hadn't spoken.
"Ms. Fellowes there is a phone. Please us it. Call anyone you want. You have one minute. If you
choose not to use the phone I am going to call for my car and we are going to get that package or I am going to call Scotland Yard and they are going to get the package. Your choice."
"There are no choices are there Mr. Blake.?"
"Lets go," he said.
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Susan was very confused and angry and it was a silent drive to the underground car park of her apartment. She used her remote to get the doors opening. Mr. Blake seemed to know where he was going as he drove straight to her park. They got out of the car and she used her card to call the lift. You could cut the air with a knife.
Susan carded her door and led the way into the reception area and turned.Mr. Blake just stared at her. She walked to her bedroom and felt the his presence follow her. She knew what he wanted but it was in her panties drawer and she didn't want him to see that. She tried to shield the contents with her body but he was right beside her. His hand moved amongst her panties until he found the package, he turned and went to her office and computer and booted it up.
"Password?"
It was the first time he had spoken. Susan was very scared now and starting to be frightened with this man in her apartment. She watched as he opened the package, removed a disk and inserted into the hard drive. He started to scroll through the disk and gave a grunt of satisfaction. He left the chair and moved to her lounge bar.
"Have a look Ms. Fellowes. Have a good look."
Susan sat and froze in fear, this was "Project Blue" her company's most secret and lucrative research project. It was in her possession. She couldn't focus, her mind was a blank. After what seemed an eternity she heard her self being called from the lounge. She seemed to move as in a trance. He beckoned her to stand in front of the chair he was sitting in.
"Two choices Ms. Fellowes. Your choices. Scotland Yard or this is fixed internally within the corporation."