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There was nothing he or the Resistance could say or do that would stop the WG from unplugging each and every last one of them.
CHAPTER EIGHT
World Leader Rosario Donahi nervously pressed the sides of her skirt to her legs. If she could sweat, her palms would have left streaks upon the silken material, but her eHuman form prevented such betrayals of emotion. Instead she stood as tall as she could and stared at the door in front of her. The smooth, wooden, mahogany surface seemed to dare her to enter.
“Open,” she commanded out loud.
Slowly it swung forward to reveal the posh study within. Edgar Prince rose from his seat as she entered his domain.
He was extremely handsome, with pale skin and dark, chin-length hair. His coal-dark eyes glittered with an electricity that had long held power over her.
“You requested my presence?” she asked.
The World Leader of eHumanity wasn’t always so formal with him. She’d been his puppet for over two hundred years and had no need for such manners. Yet even after centuries of servitude, she still felt weak each time he requested her for business purposes. Her fear of failure haunted her. Each task was a challenge of her fealty. Each demand an inquisition into her worthiness as the World Leader. After ruling the eHuman population for so long, she’d become quite used to it. She was determined to do anything to keep her power. Which meant doing anything Edgar Prince wanted.
Edgar smiled as she entered. He adored her current eHuman form, which had been designed specifically for him. Every curve meant to bring his eyes pleasure. Every feature in her face from the blue eyes and pouty red lips to the luxurious brunette mane of hair that fell to her waist had been designed for his desire. And her hands! She was the perfect combination of beauty, pleasure and faithfulness— everything Edgar wanted in an eHuman woman.
“Rosario, welcome,” he purred.
He could sense her fear. Of all her features, her desperate need to please him was her best. It had served him immensely over the centuries.
“Edgar my dear,” she answered, “I came as soon as I could. Why the face-to-face when we could’ve simply TeleConnected?”
“Please, have a seat,” he offered.
She immediately sat down on the blue velvet, eighteenth century chair in front of his desk, never taking her eyes from his. He glided over to take the seat next to her and gently took her hand in his.
“I don’t trust TeleConnect, or messaging. My Guardians have egos my dear,” he explained. “And that means anything we say is for sale. No matter how hard I’ve tried to surround myself with loyal constituents, someone always fails me.”
“What do you mean Edgar?” the World Leader asked, a note of alarm in her voice.
“Oh darling, not you Rosario. You’ll never fail me,” he smiled, “But what I want to tell you is too important to risk on the network, no matter how well I’ve secured it.”
A look of relief washed over her face. She relaxed and squeezed his hand, sending an erotic pulse for his Lux to contemplate. He nodded approvingly while a momentary look of seduction clouded his eyes.
“I understand,” she said, “What is it you need to say?”
“The Resistance is on the move.”
“The Resistance is always on the move Edgar,” she noted passionately, “Which is why we unplugged Chengdu. It’s time we bring those bastards to the light and finish them once and for all.”
“True,” Edgar agreed, “And they’ve taken the bait. They’re planning to retaliate.”
“Really? How can you be sure?” Rosario was astonished.
“My confidant within their ranks has told me,” he replied, the look of a recently fed snake upon his face.
“Your confidant?” she cried.
“It’s as I said Rosario, all organizations have a rat. My organization is infested with them, but so is the Resistance,” he gloated.
“Wonderful!” she was beside herself with joy. Only Edgar could manage to have
There was nothing he or the Resistance could say or do that would stop the WG from unplugging each and every last one of them.
CHAPTER EIGHT
World Leader Rosario Donahi nervously pressed the sides of her skirt to her legs. If she could sweat, her palms would have left streaks upon the silken material, but her eHuman form prevented such betrayals of emotion. Instead she stood as tall as she could and stared at the door in front of her. The smooth, wooden, mahogany surface seemed to dare her to enter.
“Open,” she commanded out loud.
Slowly it swung forward to reveal the posh study within. Edgar Prince rose from his seat as she entered his domain.
He was extremely handsome, with pale skin and dark, chin-length hair. His coal-dark eyes glittered with an electricity that had long held power over her.
“You requested my presence?” she asked.
The World Leader of eHumanity wasn’t always so formal with him. She’d been his puppet for over two hundred years and had no need for such manners. Yet even after centuries of servitude, she still felt weak each time he requested her for business purposes. Her fear of failure haunted her. Each task was a challenge of her fealty. Each demand an inquisition into her worthiness as the World Leader. After ruling the eHuman population for so long, she’d become quite used to it. She was determined to do anything to keep her power. Which meant doing anything Edgar Prince wanted.
Edgar smiled as she entered. He adored her current eHuman form, which had been designed specifically for him. Every curve meant to bring his eyes pleasure. Every feature in her face from the blue eyes and pouty red lips to the luxurious brunette mane of hair that fell to her waist had been designed for his desire. And her hands! She was the perfect combination of beauty, pleasure and faithfulness— everything Edgar wanted in an eHuman woman.
“Rosario, welcome,” he purred.
He could sense her fear. Of all her features, her desperate need to please him was her best. It had served him immensely over the centuries.
“Edgar my dear,” she answered, “I came as soon as I could. Why the face-to-face when we could’ve simply TeleConnected?”
“Please, have a seat,” he offered.
She immediately sat down on the blue velvet, eighteenth century chair in front of his desk, never taking her eyes from his. He glided over to take the seat next to her and gently took her hand in his.
“I don’t trust TeleConnect, or messaging. My Guardians have egos my dear,” he explained. “And that means anything we say is for sale. No matter how hard I’ve tried to surround myself with loyal constituents, someone always fails me.”
“What do you mean Edgar?” the World Leader asked, a note of alarm in her voice.
“Oh darling, not you Rosario. You’ll never fail me,” he smiled, “But what I want to tell you is too important to risk on the network, no matter how well I’ve secured it.”
A look of relief washed over her face. She relaxed and squeezed his hand, sending an erotic pulse for his Lux to contemplate. He nodded approvingly while a momentary look of seduction clouded his eyes.
“I understand,” she said, “What is it you need to say?”
“The Resistance is on the move.”
“The Resistance is always on the move Edgar,” she noted passionately, “Which is why we unplugged Chengdu. It’s time we bring those bastards to the light and finish them once and for all.”
“True,” Edgar agreed, “And they’ve taken the bait. They’re planning to retaliate.”
“Really? How can you be sure?” Rosario was astonished.
“My confidant within their ranks has told me,” he replied, the look of a recently fed snake upon his face.
“Your confidant?” she cried.
“It’s as I said Rosario, all organizations have a rat. My organization is infested with them, but so is the Resistance,” he gloated.
“Wonderful!” she was beside herself with joy. Only Edgar could manage to have
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