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photos of Boswell
and its surrounding area.”
    Smith saluted
and quickly made his escape, happy to have come out of Sakla's
office alive. Few did. The boss was rather known for removing the
entrails of anyone who brought him even slightly bad news.
    Neither
nervous Smith or fuming Sakla noticed the tiny aphid atop Sakla's
much mauled rubber tree plant as it took flight, leaving via the
vent system.
     
4
     
    Present
day...
     
    Tyra held the
mobile phone to her ear, glaring at the direction the discussion
was going in. “No they can’t just go ahead and blithely demolish
the adjacent buildings. That’s the town’s history they’re wanting
to bulldoze. If they want building approval to build their
supermarket on Valeton’s disused recreation ground they need to
come up with a design that sympathetically incorporates the
existing structures and puts them to good use. We’re offering to
give them the land anyway. They can give a bit back. Perhaps a
childcare facility and fun park where shoppers can safely leave
their children. Free site-wide WiFi, a taxi rank and a once a week
shuttle bus for the old age home residents.”
    “Yes I do want
much. They’re a global corporation with more money than any single
country in the world today. And make sure they get an archeologist
to document the history of those buildings and do some interpretive
signage.”
    “Yes they’ll
have my backing if they agree to all that. Yeah I’ll see you at the
meeting tonight. Oh and by the way, if those buildings mysteriously
burn down the whole deal’s off, is that understood?” She hit end
and threw the phone on the bed in disgust then stretched out an arm
so Arion could help her into the jacket he'd chosen for her. “I
don't wear suits?”
    Arion had
always known it was going to be a tough job getting Tyra to dress
the part. She wasn't one for dressing up, accept that is when she
was doing it for her guys but that was in the privacy of their
home. “Mayors wear them. Impressions are important. I'm just trying
to paint a scene with these clothes. Something that says power,
confidence and don't mess with me, or something like that.”
    Tyra sighed as
she put her other arm in the jacket. “I appreciate this, I really
do. I just...how the hell did all this happen?”
    “It happened
because you care. Cripes, the holdups because of the new building
regulations have been frustrating the hell out of all of us. But it
was you who got up the gumption to do that radio interview. After
that it was inevitable that everyone would get behind you. All you
had to do was put your name on the ballot paper.”
    “I just didn't
expect...”
    “Yeah, I know,
stuff happens like that sometimes.”
    A wash of
guilt rolled over Tyra. Here she was whinging to someone who'd
spent millennia trapped in stone. “Sorry Arion.”
    “Hey. It's
good to face these things head on. Just don't waste too much energy
angsting over it. It is what it is. You'll be great. You already
are great. Now pirouette around so I can decide what jewelery and
shoes go with this.”
    “As long as
it's not pearls.”
    “Pearls look
great on women in power.”
    “Pink
pearls?”
    Arion had a
sudden vision of Tyra draped in strands of pink pearls. He would
gently tug them against her nipples. Maybe fasten a strand at her
waist. His cock twitched thoughtfully. But somehow he couldn't see
the members of the Shire's Chamber of Commerce seeing the potential
of pink pearls. “I don't think so.”
    “Well I'll
wear the dolphin pendant you gave me then. That's my good luck
charm.”
    Arion was glad
that she valued the pendant, it had been his mother’s before she’d
evolved on to a plane of existence where jewellry held little
meaning. “It's dainty enough to be understated.”
    Tyra took her
chance while Arion was distracted in his musing to make a grab for
her favorite strap on sandals.
    Arion was
quicker and snatched them out or her hands, replacing them with a
pair of elegant black