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“That’s fair. I guess we need to come up with a plan of action soon. Let me take you out for drinks so we can discuss it.”
I felt myself tensing for a moment. That offer sounded a lot like a date. Except, of course, a hot guy like Jason would never date a fat pig like me, I told myself. I had nothing to be nervous about. In his eyes, I probably had the same sex appeal as the dumpster behind the local Applebee’s.
“Alright,” I said. “Not too many drinks, though. I need to be sharp tomorrow.”
“Not too many,” he vowed. “You are amazing, Tiff!”
And with that, we hung up. I closed my eyes and sighed.
No, you are amazing, Jason,I thought to myself hopelessly. Then I focused on the goal and only the goal of dismantling the Sunshine Sanctuary. Self-pity wasn’t going to help me save those animals.
Istood behind Susan as she spoke on the phone. My hand was like a conch over my ear, so I could hear better through my earpiece as I eavesdropped on her conversation. I gestured for Susan to put the woman on hold on the other side of the line.
“Give me a moment, M- Agent Auble,” Susan requested.
She reached for the computer, put the person on hold, and pressed a button on the custom call deck under the monitor. The small window showed ‘call on hold.’ Susan rotated her office chair, turning towards me and the man next to me. He had a bald head, broad shoulders, and an aggressively Slavic physiognomy. Igor sat in his own chair, his big body making it look comically small, as he listened into our conversation through his own earpiece.
“Yes, Mr. Hill”, Susan said, a little too formal as she tended to be in front of Igor.
“What do we have on the caller?” I asked.
“Not FDA, that’s certain,” Susan said, with a dose of annoyance at how transparent the lie had been.
On her second monitor, the database of FDA inspection agents and personnel was up. No results for the provided name. Igor exhaled through his nose. I knew he had something to say. He was not a man to waste words. I turned to him.
“Cross-referencing cell phone data with the location of our trace on this call and comparing it against our database of local ‘persons of interest’, we have a hit. Tiffany Thompson. Animal Activist,” he reported.
“Animal activist?”
“She’s a member of ‘the Children of Gaia’ NGO,” Igor said.
“Oh, another one of those,” I said, almost immediately losing interest. “Let’s give her a scare. The usual rodeo. Schedule a meeting, intimidate her over charges of impersonating a federal agent, and maybe send a description of her to our security offices. We have a description to give, I assume?” I concluded and started to walk towards the door.
The facility required my attention and my counterintelligence team required no micromanaging from me. As the new CEO, I had more important things to do than to chase idealists who didn’t know the first thing about industrial espionage.
“Yes, Carter. Mr. Hill - sir,” Susan was still adjusting to my change in title.
“I think we’ve seen her scouting around the facility before, so we have that. Overweight, brown hair, skin spots and…” Igor began.
I stopped in my tracks. Then I almost immediately turned around, surprise showing through my usual deadpan expression. I went towards Igor’s computer, putting a hand onthe broad man’s shoulder slowly, but firmly, pushing him aside so I could see for myself.
“Let me see her,” I demanded. Igor pressed a button to place the pictures of the activist on full screen.
She was wearing a light summer dress and pretending to have a picnic on the hill right in front of our facility’s main entrance. As I pressed the arrow on the keyboard, moving forward through the pictures saved, I could see her taking binoculars out from her picnic basket, looking through them in the direction of our facility, and writing something in a book. No doubt trying to keep track of the times and routes of our security patrols.
That wasn’t what I was interested in. She had thick thighs, was chubby in a way that made her look soft and welcoming, with heavy, gorgeous breasts. The pattern of the vitiligo spots across her body was almost perfect. Perfect, like the beautiful pattern of a purebred Frisian Holstein. Something stirred inside me, starting in my throat and quickly echoing down my lower belly until my manhood twitched to life. My white slacks grew taut as I moved my fingers to caress Tiffany’s fat thigh through Igor’s computer screen. She was exquisite. She had to be mine.
“Actually, cancel that last order,” I said. “Igor, find me every possible detail about her. I meaneverything. Leave no stone unturned. And Susan.”
“Sir?”
“Tell ‘Agent Auble’ that she has an appointment with us,” I ordered, feeling a smile creep to the corner of my lips.
“Sir, are you sure about that? She might not be the smartest activist, but allowing her into the facility can still offer some risks,” Susan murmured.
“Yes, I’m certain. Tell her that we are waiting for her here. Very eagerly,” I said, before I walked out of the room, allowing for no further discussion.
She was going to be mine.
