watched horrified when she saw a jeep block their exit and a motorcyclist draw to the Bentley’s side, it’s rider pulling out a gun.
Without thinking Stacy grabbed Fielding's truncheon and ran towards the gunman just as the first shot broke the tinted back seat window. With years of rage, anguish and loss she lashed out at the unsuspecting gunman.
Everything that had been taken from her came lashing out on the gunman's back and head until she felt herself being prized of the limp, fallen body.
With tears of rage she swiveled to lash out but stopped when she met Horatius’s eyes.
“Horatius.” Kissing him frantically she wanted to express all the feelings she had suppressed throughout the years.
“I was just coming to see you. You beat me to it.” Stacy looked at the empty back seat of the Bentley in confusion as Horatius spoke.
“Sorry we bugged your phone.” He pointed to some of the body guards who were exiting a 4x4, blocking the jeep.
Happiness lightened her heart and looking at Horatius she couldn’t resist touching him, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and he responded by enfolding her in his.
“I know about the energy fuel saving thingy.” He laughed at her description of what was arguably the most significant piece of technology this century.
“Yes my head of security was confused at my angry phone call this morning. As he was sure he had already spoken to me.” Horatius paused lifting her chin and looking though her eyes and into her heart. “I’m sorry. I never meant...”
“I know.”
Although surprised, he let the matter go at his good fortune.
“I sold the technology. I was coming to get you back.”
“But it was...”
“Not as important as you. Let someone else worry about what to do with it.” Horatius left his security with the police and led Stacy back into Harper and Son.
“You didn’t sell it to Haramco?”
“No. Their competitor. They’ll probably shelf it.” He looked at her with sadness and guilt. The lift opened and he lead her in.
“Live today. Fight tomorrow. You can still make a difference.” For long moments they embraced savoring the connection.
Horatius broke first. Holding her face in his hands he said “My Hero.”
Stacy heard the door ping. Taking his hand she stepped forward with her hero.
THE END exportedGraphic.pdf ¬1__#$!@%!#__exportedGraphic.pdf ¬
Without thinking Stacy grabbed Fielding's truncheon and ran towards the gunman just as the first shot broke the tinted back seat window. With years of rage, anguish and loss she lashed out at the unsuspecting gunman.
Everything that had been taken from her came lashing out on the gunman's back and head until she felt herself being prized of the limp, fallen body.
With tears of rage she swiveled to lash out but stopped when she met Horatius’s eyes.
“Horatius.” Kissing him frantically she wanted to express all the feelings she had suppressed throughout the years.
“I was just coming to see you. You beat me to it.” Stacy looked at the empty back seat of the Bentley in confusion as Horatius spoke.
“Sorry we bugged your phone.” He pointed to some of the body guards who were exiting a 4x4, blocking the jeep.
Happiness lightened her heart and looking at Horatius she couldn’t resist touching him, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and he responded by enfolding her in his.
“I know about the energy fuel saving thingy.” He laughed at her description of what was arguably the most significant piece of technology this century.
“Yes my head of security was confused at my angry phone call this morning. As he was sure he had already spoken to me.” Horatius paused lifting her chin and looking though her eyes and into her heart. “I’m sorry. I never meant...”
“I know.”
Although surprised, he let the matter go at his good fortune.
“I sold the technology. I was coming to get you back.”
“But it was...”
“Not as important as you. Let someone else worry about what to do with it.” Horatius left his security with the police and led Stacy back into Harper and Son.
“You didn’t sell it to Haramco?”
“No. Their competitor. They’ll probably shelf it.” He looked at her with sadness and guilt. The lift opened and he lead her in.
“Live today. Fight tomorrow. You can still make a difference.” For long moments they embraced savoring the connection.
Horatius broke first. Holding her face in his hands he said “My Hero.”
Stacy heard the door ping. Taking his hand she stepped forward with her hero.
THE END exportedGraphic.pdf ¬1__#$!@%!#__exportedGraphic.pdf ¬
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