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Authors: June Stevens, DJ Westerfield
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operations. She wanted as little face time with Sebastian as possible. Yet, there was little for Cindy to do in between appointments. Both Della and Sebastian’s real personal assistant, Eric, were aware of Cindy’s role as body guard. Eric was working from home via computer, so Cindy didn’t have any real tasks on that front, except to follow Sebastian to meetings and record them with her laptop so that Eric could type up the minutes later.
To stave off boredom, in her downtime Cindy analyzed the normal security practices of the Prince Industries building, and found several areas that could be improved and made a full report. That took all of two hours, and after that she began helping Mrs. Porterfield with minor tasks like photocopying and filing, since both the copy machine and filing cabinets were in Cindy’s temporary office.
There were two interviews with callers claiming to have been the woman Sebastian met at the ball on Monday, but by Tuesday there was an interview every hour. Each one followed the same routine. Frank, who was stationed at the security guard station, escorted each visitor to Mrs. Porterfield’s office. From there Cindy escorted them into Sebastian’s office then took her place, as his personal assistant, at a small writing desk in the corner of the room behind Sebastian’s desk. From there she recorded the interview, streaming the video up to Faye and the FBI tech analyst in the building’s video surveillance room. They would run facial recognition there, but Cindy had faces of a few known assassins that were top suspects on her screen to check each claimant by, just in case.
But there were no hits. It had been nothing but fraud after nutcase. They came in, flirted, and gave a fake description of the necklace. Each time Sebastian thanked them for their time, and they were escorted out of the building, some of them kicking and screaming. Cindy’s frustration came from the fact that before each meeting Sebastian would get a hopeful look on his face, then be crest fallen as the woman walked in. Each time Cindy wanted to smack him in the face. Of course those women were fakes. She was the one he was looking for. She alternated between making sure to stay out of his line of sight as much as she could, speaking around him only when necessary, and wanting to shake him for not noticing her.
By Wednesday afternoon Cindy was almost wishing for an assassination attempt. She was afraid if something didn’t happen soon she would either go into a coma from sheer boredom or push Prince against the wall and kiss him until he recognized her. She was saved from both fates by Sebastian’s three o’clock appointment.
As she had so many times that week, Cindy waited with Della as Frank escorted the latest fake into the office. The woman was tall and slender and impeccably dressed in a navy blue, sleeveless sheath with a wide brimmed, floppy hat pulled down over her professionally highlighted blond hair. Her eyes were covered with expensive, dark sunglasses. She looked familiar, but then, she looked a lot like most of the women that had come in during the week.
She’s just another crackpot society butterfly that thinks this is a chance to snag a billionaire husband. Cindy thought.
Looking down at the appointment list, Cindy said, “Ms. Gatlin?”
“Oh, please call me Darla,” the woman said in a thick southern accent, offering her hand.
Cindy shook the proffered hand, forcing a smile. She couldn’t be sure, but there was something off about the accent. Was it just a little too thick? She wouldn’t be able to tell until the woman spoke more.
“I’m Mr. Prince’s assistant, he’ll see you now,” she said, not sure why she’d refrained from giving her name to this woman. “Please follow me.”
“Mr. Prince, Ms. Darla Gatlin to see you,” she said in a crisp, practiced tone.
“Ms. Gatlin,” Sebastian said, in the
To stave off boredom, in her downtime Cindy analyzed the normal security practices of the Prince Industries building, and found several areas that could be improved and made a full report. That took all of two hours, and after that she began helping Mrs. Porterfield with minor tasks like photocopying and filing, since both the copy machine and filing cabinets were in Cindy’s temporary office.
There were two interviews with callers claiming to have been the woman Sebastian met at the ball on Monday, but by Tuesday there was an interview every hour. Each one followed the same routine. Frank, who was stationed at the security guard station, escorted each visitor to Mrs. Porterfield’s office. From there Cindy escorted them into Sebastian’s office then took her place, as his personal assistant, at a small writing desk in the corner of the room behind Sebastian’s desk. From there she recorded the interview, streaming the video up to Faye and the FBI tech analyst in the building’s video surveillance room. They would run facial recognition there, but Cindy had faces of a few known assassins that were top suspects on her screen to check each claimant by, just in case.
But there were no hits. It had been nothing but fraud after nutcase. They came in, flirted, and gave a fake description of the necklace. Each time Sebastian thanked them for their time, and they were escorted out of the building, some of them kicking and screaming. Cindy’s frustration came from the fact that before each meeting Sebastian would get a hopeful look on his face, then be crest fallen as the woman walked in. Each time Cindy wanted to smack him in the face. Of course those women were fakes. She was the one he was looking for. She alternated between making sure to stay out of his line of sight as much as she could, speaking around him only when necessary, and wanting to shake him for not noticing her.
By Wednesday afternoon Cindy was almost wishing for an assassination attempt. She was afraid if something didn’t happen soon she would either go into a coma from sheer boredom or push Prince against the wall and kiss him until he recognized her. She was saved from both fates by Sebastian’s three o’clock appointment.
As she had so many times that week, Cindy waited with Della as Frank escorted the latest fake into the office. The woman was tall and slender and impeccably dressed in a navy blue, sleeveless sheath with a wide brimmed, floppy hat pulled down over her professionally highlighted blond hair. Her eyes were covered with expensive, dark sunglasses. She looked familiar, but then, she looked a lot like most of the women that had come in during the week.
She’s just another crackpot society butterfly that thinks this is a chance to snag a billionaire husband. Cindy thought.
Looking down at the appointment list, Cindy said, “Ms. Gatlin?”
“Oh, please call me Darla,” the woman said in a thick southern accent, offering her hand.
Cindy shook the proffered hand, forcing a smile. She couldn’t be sure, but there was something off about the accent. Was it just a little too thick? She wouldn’t be able to tell until the woman spoke more.
“I’m Mr. Prince’s assistant, he’ll see you now,” she said, not sure why she’d refrained from giving her name to this woman. “Please follow me.”
“Mr. Prince, Ms. Darla Gatlin to see you,” she said in a crisp, practiced tone.
“Ms. Gatlin,” Sebastian said, in the
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