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happened to Mr. Skoca.
     
    “Someone tried to abduct him in town. He had escaped. However, he did not want to use his phone because he feared that his electronic devices were being traced. Also, he believes that he was being followed. He flagged down the police vehicle about an hour ago,” Mr. Rex explains. All I can think is damn, all that insanity was going down while Harold and myself were conducting the interviews.
     
    “Can we use all of this in the article?” I ask meekly. Mr. Rex thinks about it for a moment.
     
    “Go ahead and use it. The more graphic illustration of the situation in Veracruz the better. I would request that you do avoid using Mr. Skoca’s image. He is obviously a high profile target. And he may become even more of a target after the article is released,” my boss explains.
     
    “Understood,” I respond as my editor gives an affirmative nod.
     
    ***
     
    It’s one in the morning. Just about every floor of the Rex Building is empty save for the cleaning crews. A skeleton crew of execs stay in the office to keep on top of Rex Industries’ overseas interest. Mr. Rex, myself and Harold remain in the office as we anticipate the return of Mr. Skoca. To be honest, if Harold wasn’t here, I probably would have jumped on my boss’s bones. It’s been four days since we’ve fucked and I could really use nice pounding from the T. Rex.
     
    The office doors open. A security exec informs us that Mr. Skoca is in Dallas and enroute to the office via helicopter.
     
    “Excellent. I want to personally welcome him back and then I’ll be headed home,” Mr. Rex tells the security man.
     
    Several minutes pass. The office doors open and Mr. Skoca comes walking through the door, sharply dressed with noticeable scratch marks on the right side of his face. Mr. Rex walks up to his security chief and gives him a hearty hug.
     
    “Glad to see you home safe,” Mr. Rex tells his security chief.
     
    “Thank you, sir,” Mr. Skoca responds.
     
    The security chief looks around the room and notices Harold and myself sitting on the couches. He appears a little flustered that we are also in the room.
     
    Mr. Rex looks his security chief up and down. He tells him, “Why don’t you go home and take a rest for a while.”
     
    “I am fine. I would like to follow up on the Veracruz operation,” Mr. Skoca requests.
     
    “Okay. Do what you need to do. If you want to take a few days off to relax, don’t feel that it would be an imposition,” Mr. Rex tells his security man.
     
    The two continue to talk some more. Both Harold and myself take notes. This incident is going to be perfect for the article. All I need to do is interview Mr. Skoca to find out exactly how he thwarted the kidnapping.
     
    I patently wait as Mr. Rex and Mr. Skoca finish their chat. When the security chief leaves the office, I quickly follow him to the elevator.
     
    “Mr. Skoca!” I call out.
     
    The security chief looks back at me. He seems a little tired. But I don’t want to let this opportunity slip through my fingers.
     
    “Yes Julie.” 

    “I’m including the attempted kidnapping in the article. It will really highlight the dangers faced in Veracruz.”
    I can tell right away that Mr. Skoca is less than enthused about reliving the details of what happened. He hops into the elevator and I follow him inside. He does not appear too happy about that.
     
    “How exactly were you approached?” I ask as I hold my pen to paper.
     
    “There were two cars.”
     
    “Two sedans? Late model sedans?” I ask as the elevator descends down to the twentieth floor.
     
    “Yeah. Um, everything happened very quickly,” the security chief explains.
     
    “Did the men physically attack you out on the street or did they pull a weapon?” I ask.
     
    “Why do you need to know all of this?!” Mr. Skoca demands.
     
    “It’s for the article.”
     
    The security chief begins to get exasperated. “Look Julie. I really don’t