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Authors: Anastacia Kelley
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Organization of Vampire Investigations . Did they truly have to waste her tax money funding this crap? Her mother died of cancer. What about using that money for cancer research? AIDS? Diabetes? IBD?
Oh, no . The OVI was practically stealing funds to run their project out of the hands of people who honestly needed it to survive. She would never understand the government and their motivations to do whatever it is they do. They only thing they were good at was lying to the people. She hated politicians with their empty promise s and false hope. And how did they get elected into office? By telling the people what they wanted to hear. Then they would do the exact opposite once put into office. They were no better th an common criminals in her eyes. They were more crooked than the people behind bars. That’s why she always flat out refused to write pieces on them. She didn’t write garbage.
But today was different. When she had mentioned her concerns over the wasting of tax dollars-no mincing words there-Mr. Hobbs said he wasn’t an official. He claimed he didn’t work for the government, saying that this was way over their heads. The OVI was not funded through them. It was run from private donations. He declined vehemently on revealing his so urces, however. Although, he was more than willing to divulge information on vampires.
Simone thought Mr. Hobbs was a little backwards. Why tell people you believe in vampires? Wasn’t he afraid of the fact that people would look at him as if he belonged in the loony bin? But he couldn’t reveal the person or persons donating the money? She wondered if it was because, in some way, it wasn’t on the up-and-up? No. That couldn’t be it. Mr. Brant wanted a story on Mr. Hobbs. If it was illegal, Mr. Hobbs definitely wouldn’t have breathed a word about any of it. Why give himself away? Telling a newspaper was certainly one way to get caught. If it was illegal, Mr. Hobbs would’ve kept his mouth shut. Simone was sure of that. He didn’t look like the type of person to take what he dished out.
She really wanted to find out the source. Who was feeding him this stuff? And why did a grown man believe in such a myth? Vampires and dragons were the stuff kids daydreamed about when they were still in elementar y school. A man in his forties should know better. Maybe Mr. Hobbs wasn’t all there. A screw was loose somewhere. Maybe his brain didn’t fully grow with the rest of him.
Oh, but how she loved a challenge. She reveled in the idea of an unsolved mystery. It really got her adrenaline pumping.
Simone had a good friend who could probably sway Mr. Hobbs into revealing enough for Simone to put the pieces together. Her friend, Indea Sky, with her dark hair and cat green eyes and svelte body, might make it happen. Mr. Hobbs was just a man, after all. They were weak in matters of the opposite sex. A bat of the eyelashes, a shake of the hips and they were putty.
Simone had no problems in the men department either. At five feet eight inches tall and one hundred and thirty pounds, she had her share of devotees and lusty looks. A flick of her beyond the shoulder fire red waves of hair and a hazel eyed wink, men were practically on their knees. If she wanted it that way, that is. She preferred the le ss shallow way: be direct and just talk to a man rather than play the coy vixen. It just wasn’t her style. It never had been.
Simone couldn’t use her feminine wiles on Mr. Hobbs any way. He already knew she was a journalist and would be using him to get her story. She wondered, though, if he would be smart enough to catch on if Indea wanted to know things. Of course, she wouldn’t flat out ask. She could find a way to get the information subtly.
Oh, yeah. Mr. Hobbs would barter. That she was sure of. He had made it no secret during the interview that he found her attractive. She had a strong feeling that he would give her the whole story if she gave him her whole body. The thought made her
Oh, no . The OVI was practically stealing funds to run their project out of the hands of people who honestly needed it to survive. She would never understand the government and their motivations to do whatever it is they do. They only thing they were good at was lying to the people. She hated politicians with their empty promise s and false hope. And how did they get elected into office? By telling the people what they wanted to hear. Then they would do the exact opposite once put into office. They were no better th an common criminals in her eyes. They were more crooked than the people behind bars. That’s why she always flat out refused to write pieces on them. She didn’t write garbage.
But today was different. When she had mentioned her concerns over the wasting of tax dollars-no mincing words there-Mr. Hobbs said he wasn’t an official. He claimed he didn’t work for the government, saying that this was way over their heads. The OVI was not funded through them. It was run from private donations. He declined vehemently on revealing his so urces, however. Although, he was more than willing to divulge information on vampires.
Simone thought Mr. Hobbs was a little backwards. Why tell people you believe in vampires? Wasn’t he afraid of the fact that people would look at him as if he belonged in the loony bin? But he couldn’t reveal the person or persons donating the money? She wondered if it was because, in some way, it wasn’t on the up-and-up? No. That couldn’t be it. Mr. Brant wanted a story on Mr. Hobbs. If it was illegal, Mr. Hobbs definitely wouldn’t have breathed a word about any of it. Why give himself away? Telling a newspaper was certainly one way to get caught. If it was illegal, Mr. Hobbs would’ve kept his mouth shut. Simone was sure of that. He didn’t look like the type of person to take what he dished out.
She really wanted to find out the source. Who was feeding him this stuff? And why did a grown man believe in such a myth? Vampires and dragons were the stuff kids daydreamed about when they were still in elementar y school. A man in his forties should know better. Maybe Mr. Hobbs wasn’t all there. A screw was loose somewhere. Maybe his brain didn’t fully grow with the rest of him.
Oh, but how she loved a challenge. She reveled in the idea of an unsolved mystery. It really got her adrenaline pumping.
Simone had a good friend who could probably sway Mr. Hobbs into revealing enough for Simone to put the pieces together. Her friend, Indea Sky, with her dark hair and cat green eyes and svelte body, might make it happen. Mr. Hobbs was just a man, after all. They were weak in matters of the opposite sex. A bat of the eyelashes, a shake of the hips and they were putty.
Simone had no problems in the men department either. At five feet eight inches tall and one hundred and thirty pounds, she had her share of devotees and lusty looks. A flick of her beyond the shoulder fire red waves of hair and a hazel eyed wink, men were practically on their knees. If she wanted it that way, that is. She preferred the le ss shallow way: be direct and just talk to a man rather than play the coy vixen. It just wasn’t her style. It never had been.
Simone couldn’t use her feminine wiles on Mr. Hobbs any way. He already knew she was a journalist and would be using him to get her story. She wondered, though, if he would be smart enough to catch on if Indea wanted to know things. Of course, she wouldn’t flat out ask. She could find a way to get the information subtly.
Oh, yeah. Mr. Hobbs would barter. That she was sure of. He had made it no secret during the interview that he found her attractive. She had a strong feeling that he would give her the whole story if she gave him her whole body. The thought made her
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