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The Elite Broker Ch. 01

By: magee113



Chapter 1
High Hopes

Monday 
Chicago, Illinois

Adriana smelled the coffee she had set last night to brew at 7:00 A.M. wafting into her room. The tendrils of that wonderful aroma, reached out, floating her directly into her kitchen, nose first. Not quite awake enough to face the brilliant sun filtering through the curtained windows, Adriana blocked the brightness with her hand. Stretching and yawning, she worked at waking up, trying to find the energy she would need to function on a higher business and mental level than any other candidates. With coffee cup in hand, Adriana cranked up the radio to some heart pumping music, getting her into a groove for her morning routine. Feeling the groove, she sashayed and be-bopped her way into the shower, shaving her legs as she went. Toweling off, she got her hair together, then dabbed on her favorite cologne behind her ears. 

Today was special. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach turning into bats. In just a few hours, a new journey would hopefully begin. Success, however, hinged on the interview process and physical exam, which she had been told would be very in-depth.

Elite Brokerage was one of the newest premier Fortune 500 companies in Chicago, getting an interview with them, was like hitting the lottery. Their New York and Los Angeles offices wouldn't even look at unsolicited résumés; they had their own headhunters constantly on the prowl for the best and brightest.

Adriana was thrilled to have gotten get the call from the human resources department at Elite. She was walking on could nine, even before she heard the voice on the line. 

The department manager sounded more like a very strict librarian, telling her: "Ms. Manarro, this is Helen Carter from Elite Brokerage, H.R. Department. A car will be sent for you at 9:00 A.M. tomorrow. 

You are to be in front of your apartment, in business attire, waiting for our driver, Kyle. You are to bring nothing with you except your purse, your identification, your health insurance card and a list of any medications you might need as well as two emergency contacts with complete and updated information. Should you not be able to provide the information and items that are required, your interview will be terminated immediately and you will be taken back home. 

We prefer you wear as little makeup as possible and style your hair in a modest and feminine manner. The group here is very traditional and maintains a very high set of standards, with which you will become familiar, should you be welcomed into our employ. 

I do not recommend drinking alcohol tonight, as you will want to keep your mind sharp for tomorrow. You may however partake of any drinks available to you once you arrive at our office."

Adriana's excitement was too great for her to speak, let alone gather intelligent questions for the woman. 

Not hearing a response, the director continued. "Since you do not, I will look forward to meeting you tomorrow morning. Have a good day." Ms. Scrooge Librarian had hung up.

That was it. It seemed more mandate than invitation, which made Adriana uncomfortable, but the HR Manager was not the CEO of the company, sorting through the youngest and brightest professionals, doing the picking and choosing. From their short conversation, Adriana surmised the manager would be a peon and she was very grateful for that. A foot in the door with Elite Brokerage, Co., was a very rare opportunity; she wouldn't be the one to scoff.

Before leaving her apartment, Adriana did a quick check on the iron, coffee pot and curling iron, unplugging each to insure against the potential for a fire. Being late fall, the sunset came earlier in the evening, she turned on a couple of lamps. Tripping in the dark apartment would not be a good thing, if the appointment ran late into the afternoon.

Adriana felt the excitement course through her body, as she rode the elevator down to the lobby of her security building. Outside, standing under the canopy covering the doorway, she enjoyed the shade.

Mike the doorman, always the perfect gentleman, offered to call her a cab but she told him it wasn't necessary. She was waiting for a private car to pick her up and the driver would be here shortly.

Adriana was dressed for business, wearing her charcoal pinstripe, pencil skirt suit, crisp pressed blouse, white stockings and black pumps with modest heel. Her black handbag hung from her left shoulder, holding the items required to bring to the interview. 

Mike was in one of those chatty moods, which he didn't get into very often. He commented on how lovely she looked asking her, "Will you be returning from work on time this evening, Ms. Manarro?" He would hold her mail for her if she were running late, so she wouldn't have to go around the dark corner of the lobby to retrieve it. A little nervous, Adriana could only smile at Mike's thoughtfulness and gave him a sincere, "Thanks Mike."

Adriana saw the car slowing to a stop directly in front of her. The driver parked the car, walked around to the passenger rear door and opened it for her. "Ms. Manarro, I am Kyle your driver. May I help you into the car?" 

Adriana, tickled at this kind of treatment, simply took Kyle's hand and slipped gracefully into the car. "Thank you sir," she said smiling at him.

"Oh no Miss! You must never call me sir in front of any of the Elite Brokerage Company employees. You may call me Kyle at any time and I am happy to answer to that. Now let's be on our way Miss, so that you are not late for your interview."

The dark blue sedan was well appointed with seats that were plush and comfortable. The material was soft to the touch as she ran her hand across the fabric. Once the car pulled out into traffic, the butterflies in her stomach began to flutter again making her feel a little giddy. Kyle, although quiet, gave off an air of authority. Knowing he was a company man gave her the feeling he was not to be troubled by innocuous questions or comments. The motion of the car, even in the flow of dense traffic was quite soothing. Soon Adriana slipped into a thoughtless calm that finally allowed her to relax.

Although Adriana lived outside the Chicago Loop the trip to the Elite Brokerage office seemed to take forever. Kyle managed the car like the pro he was, weaving in and out of traffic through the heavily populated streets. Most of the ride was spent driving up and down streets she had never explored in all the years she lived in the city. He didn't use the Dan Ryan Expressway or approach Lake Shore Drive. It seemed as though Kyle was 'trying' to disorient her in her own city doing a very good job of it, too

Finally they pulled into one of the many underground-parking garages. Kyle slowed the car to a stop in front of an elevator bank marked only 'EB'1. "Here we are Ms. Mannaro. Please allow me to help you out of the car and give you some instructions". Kyle got out of the car, coming around to open her door; he extended his hand to assist her. "Once you are inside the elevator, there is only one button. The elevator will take you to the fourteenth floor where you will find a reception desk. Give them your name and you will be instructed from there". 

Her legs were a little shaky now that she was actually here, but Kyle merely smiled. She held his hand a little firmer than necessary to keep her balance. "You will do well Miss Mannaro; I wish you all the best".

Adriana approached the elevator and pushed the button. As she stepped in, she saw the sedan pull away, leaving her with no option. She pushed the button that led to her next destination.

The elevator door silently slid closed. Without so much as a hiccup, the car traveled upwards like a small rocket, making her legs shake even more. Adriana held the handrail as her stomach did a small flip. It was so quiet with only the sound of wind in the elevator shaft and a low mechanical whir. All too quickly, the elevator came to a stop and the door opened. Just as Kyle had said, she found the reception desk and stopped to give her name. The woman behind the desk was rather surly, telling Adriana to give her the purse and have a seat.

Adriana complied, becoming a little agitated. She felt as if she were being treated like a terrorist, but without the x-rays and body search. "Ha! That comes next." Smiling a little at her thoughts, she once again relaxed a little taking the first available seat. She wouldn't be sitting there for very long.

The double doors to the right of the receptionist's desk opened to reveal a tall, matronly woman. She looked every bit the typical old librarian, wearing a severely pulled back hairstyle, navy blue business suit, and dark rimmed glasses complete with chain to keep them from falling off. "This has to be 'Ms. Scrooge' from the HR department," Adriana thought. 

Ms. Mannaro, I'm Helen from the HR department." 

Adriana held out her hand but found that an unwelcome gesture. She smiled and said, "Hello, please call me Adriana". That got a huff from Helen as she turned her back, expecting to be followed.

She led Adriana down a long hall with only one door at the very end. Helen stopped in front of the door, looking Adriana up and down, as if she were bug under a magnifying glass. "I guess you will do for now. I will introduce you to our lead broker, Mr. Adams. He will ask you many questions, which you will answer truthfully. He is on a time schedule and doesn't have time for nonsense. You are not his only appointment for the day. No matter how private, embarrassing or humiliating the question may seem to you, do not falter or stall with your answer. Lack of an answer or too long of a hesitation, will see you dismissed from this appointment and your chance of working for Elite Brokerage will vanish. You will never have this opportunity again. Keep that in mind. Any questions you have you may ask now. Mr. Adams will not tolerate questions and again, will find this as grounds to disqualify you."

Adriana was in shock; this didn't feel like a job interview. What was with all of the 'no questions' and 'you will answer even if embarrassed or humiliated'? This wasn't making sense to her. The whole thing seemed to get more confusing as it went along. Feeling as if she had just slipped down the rabbit hole, Adriana looked at Helen and asked, "What kind of job am I applying for, that I have to disclose private information and can't ask questions?"

Helen stared at Adriana, cocked her perfectly penciled eyebrow and said, "Why my dear Miss Manarro, you are applying for one of the most coveted jobs in our company. You wish to make your dreams come true? Would you like to live a more comfortable life with more meaning? Do you wish to travel? Learn new cultures and all with a company that will foot the bill for your advancement? If this is not what you hoped for, then now is the time to make that decision and leave. I hear McDonald's is hiring. Is that where you would like to be?"

Adriana was stunned! Never had anyone spoken to her in such a demeaning manner. Her bottom lip trembled. Unshed tears formed in her eyes. She would not give this evil woman the satisfaction of crying in front of her. Feeling dejected, she looked at the floor, then back to Helen replying, "No Ma'am".

From her pocket, Helen produced a tissue. "Let's not waste any more time then. Here's a tissue. Dab your eyes and let's get you in to see Mr. Adams before you turn to jelly. This is the opportunity of a lifetime young lady. Now, put on a pretty smile and go be your very charming best and give him everything he asks you for!"

Though Adriana was ready to break into tears, to run screaming back to the reception area, she thought, "This woman is right. I do want all those things! I know I can do this!" She took the tissue Helen had given her, dabbed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I just don't want to fail before having the opportunity to show the company that I am the person you need for this job." She said with a sniffle.

"At this rate you will fail Miss Manarro. We don't want failure for you either. Our headhunter chose you specifically. Your qualifications meet our needs exactly. Now, give me that tissue." Helen looked down her long angular nose, one hand on her hip and tapping her to on the tiled floor as she wiggled the fingers of her outstretched hand huffing impatiently. Adriana took a deep breath, nodded and handed over the dampened tissue.

Helen knocked then opened the door. "Mr. Adams, this is Adriana Manarro." Reaching into her pocket, Helen produced a small flash drive, handed it to Mr. Adams, telling him, "I'll be at my desk should you need anything further."

"Thank you Helen, that will be all for now." Taking the flash drive, he plugged it into the laptop on his desk. Adriana stood perfectly still, waiting for Mr. Adams to look at her. His eyes never left the computer screen. After a few seconds, he said, "Have a seat Miss Manarro and let's get started, shall we? Our headhunter was very impressed with you. He gave you exceptionally high marks in all areas for future employees. Your college education, though lacking in some regard, is quite thorough and your grades, excellent. Should you be chosen, the company will train you further getting you up to speed as needed. I spoke with your current employer. Your supervisor gave you an excellent review. Apparently you adapt quickly, follow directions to the letter, have few problems with authority and work well given specific guidelines. When allowed to work independently... blah, blah, blah..." Suddenly, his words trailed off.

Adriana, caught up in her own thoughts, looked searched the man before her. He certainly wasn't the typical nerdy broker she expected, but was quite handsome. She watched his hands as they glided gracefully as swans over the keyboard, long fingers hovering to peck at the keys. His eyes, behind silver rimmed glasses, were a warm hazel; his face was narrow with nose, cheekbones and lips chiseled as a Roman statue. "My God," she told herself, "This man is gorgeous, the man of every woman's dreams." Her mind drifted. She felt his hands roaming softly over her body, giving pleasure...

"ADRIANA!" He snapped, making her jump. 

"Holy crap! Where did those thoughts come from?" Startled and ashamed, she let her gaze fall to the floor She was embarrassed at being caught staring at him, not paying attention. 

"Yes sir. I am so sorry. It won't happen again." She said.

"Good! Now, when you entered the room, I told you to take a seat yet you are still standing where Helen left you. Sit so we may continue. As I was saying, your current employers are very happy with your performance. They did not, however, know you were looking for a position outside their company. Are you unhappy there, Adriana?"

"No sir, not really. They gave me my first job right out of college and I have worked for them ever since. Your headhunter approached me with information about Elite Brokerage and I felt that I owed it to myself to check out any opportunity that might be offered."

"A simple 'no' would have sufficed, young lady. Keep your responses short and to the point. So, you have ambition. Do you have the drive to do more with yourself and your career? As an employee with us, you will be expected to grow. You will strive to excel at every task and challenge. The words 'no' or 'I can't' are not tolerated by any of the brokers you will work with. Should you decline to perform as directed, your superior has the power to carry out disciplinary action or dismiss you without notice. We conduct business with many companies, privately owned corporations and individual investors globally. They expect all of our representatives to meet their needs to the letter without question. Now that I have made this clear to you, we will move on to your personal information. You will answer each question without hesitation or embellishment."

Adriana's heart was racing! Did she dare read into his words? It sounded as if she were already hired. As she allowed herself this wishful victory, she also had to consider what the opportunity would do for her life. Mr. Adams' words entranced her, pulling her in deeper with every word from his gorgeous mouth.

Mr. Adams had seen that look in a woman's eyes before. This beautiful young woman could and would be molded to perfection. She may not have the slightest idea what Elite Brokerage expected of her, but our needs would be made clear to her very soon. Knowing her personal information was displayed on his computer screen, he viewed the questions as a formality, a test to determine how much more pliable she would become. Would she become a willing employee or would she need a little coaxing?

"Would you like a drink Adriana?" he asked. "Water or soda?"

"May I have water please? My throat is getting a little dry."

"Bottle or a glass with ice?" 

"A glass with ice would be perfect. Thank you Mr. Adams."

He walked across the office to the bar. Opening the mini fridge, he poured a bottle of water over ice into a glass. Grabbing a bottle of soda for himself, he handed her the glass. As she reached out, her fingers softly brushed his hand. He felt the slight tremble in her touch. A shock of excitement tingled up his hand. He knew right then this was the girl. Everything about her, her submissive answers, the way she lowered her eyes when she was embarrassed, even her skittishness, was delightful. If he kept the upper hand here, Adriana would not easily get away from him. He would see that she was trained by one of the best brokers in the company. He would have James teach her all she would need to know. Then he would take her under his wings. Teach her to fly.

"How tall are you Adriana?"

"Five feet, two inches sir."

"And how much to you weigh?"

"One hundred fifty pounds."

"What size clothes do you wear? You will need to keep a business wardrobe, cocktail dresses and formal evening gowns. Business is conducted in the office but there will be times that you will accompany the broker to a cocktail or dinner engagement to close a deal. You must be ready for any occasion at any time. A personal shopper will acquire the clothes for you. They are trained to know exactly the types and styles we want. You will be assigned a personal trainer who will establish a fitness program designed to get you in peak physical condition. For your height and body frame you will need to lose about twenty five pounds."

With a little more defensiveness than she meant, Adriana said, "I wear a size ten or twelve right now Mr. Adams. I don't understand why my weight or body shape should affect the performance of my job." She knew better than to question Mr. Adams, but her weight had always been a problem, a source of ridicule from her peers. His matter-of-fact attitude stung. Her reaction was simply a defensive reaction.

Irritation laced his voice, "Consider this your final warning Adriana! From this point forward you will give only direct answers to direct questions! I won't tell you again!" Mr. Adams stared at her with a sternness she hadn't seen since she was a child being yelled at by her Father. It made her feel small. Insignificant. Adriana wanted to melt into the chair, to become invisible. Hot, stinging tears spilled over her eyelashes. This time, there was no tissue to wipe them away. Mr. Adams saw her tears, had hoped for them, and planned for them. He needed to illicit a response from her other than embarrassment. Now he had. If he didn't act fast, this woman would run from his office never to be seen again. He wouldn't let that happen. He paused for a moment to take a deep breath and allow his voice to even out, telling Adriana, "Our motives in keeping you at a healthy weight are strictly from an investor's point of view, Adriana. You will maintain a desired weight so that you can keep up with the physical demands of your position. Everything being laid out for you will become very clear once you pass the physical exam after we are done here."


The Elite Broker Ch. 01



In hopes of calming her nerves and getting his thoughts under control, Mr. Adams added: "Ms. Manarro, I am hiring you. Employment will be probationary for six months. I am taking a huge risk by not completing this interview properly. Helen will accompany you to our clinic in just a few minutes. Once I have our Doctor's report we will set a start date for you." Mr. Adams hit the speakerphone calling Helen back to his office. "Take Adriana to the clinic. Tell the doctor I want the report as soon as possible." 

Helen bustled into Mr. Adams' office nodding to him in understanding then turned to Adriana. "Ms. Manarro, follow me please."

The women left the office. Walking back to the reception area to the elevator, Helen then pushed the call button. Entering the elevator, Helen pulled out what looked like a credit card and slid it down the track of an electronic reader, that Adriana hadn't noticed when she arrived. As the car began to ascend, Helen continued with her instructions, "The physical you are about to undergo will be intensive. You will be exhausted when it is completed. I have made arrangements for you to stay in one of our on-site suites. Our driver, Kyle is on the way to your apartment with the keys from your purse, to get some personal items for your comfort. Is there anything in particular that you would like him to include?"

Adriana's mind was in a whirl. I got the job... I. Got. The. Job.... I GOT THE JOB! Beyond that thought, she couldn't think of anything important! "Helen there is a book on the nightstand by my bed. May I have that please?" she asked.

Helen looked over the rim of her glasses. With an annoyed sigh, she told Adriana, "The bag will be there at the suite when you arrive. I will call you in the morning with your next instructions from Mr. Adams. Good luck with the physical Ms. Manarro."

"Good luck? With a physical? Exhausted? From a physical exam?" Adriana thought she detected a certain something, a sort of 'aha' in Helen's voice? "What was that about?" For a moment she had a feeling she was not being told the whole truth. "Never mind," she told herself. "I got the job!"



The Elite Broker Ch. 02



Chapter 2
The Doctor 'is in'

Monday
The clinic

As the elevator continued to whisk them ever upward in the building, Adriana thought about how little she actually knew about Elite Brokerage. Her current position with Chicago Title And Trust gave her the opportunity to work with the Senior Brokers, buyers, sellers and investors, so she knew what the markets were. What she didn't know precisely was what markets Elite, dealt with. Not being able to ask questions during the interview with Mr. Adams left her at a complete loss. Helen was no help either; being the 'harpy' that she is about rules and regulations.

Helen was still droning on about the damned rules. "Once we arrive at the clinic you will find the same rules from the interview apply. No questions! No hesitation! You will do everything to the letter; immediately! Some of the medical practices, will seem... 'Unconventional' however each procedure has an exact purpose to benefit the company in providing the most accurate results." Helen told Adriana in her 'no nonsense' tone of voice.

Finally the elevator slowed to a stop, the door sliding open. Adriana was instantly astounded by what she saw. She thought the clinic would be similar to a Doctor's office. What she saw before her could only be described as a state-of-the-art emergency room to be envied by Northwestern Memorial Hospital.

Wooden cupboards and glass-fronted cabinets filled with medicines, linens, and various pieces of medical equipment, lined the walls on two sides of the room. To the far side, in front of her, five gurneys were lined up against a floor to ceiling glass window that overlooked the city. She felt like a goldfish in a bowl. Dominating the center of the room was an open circular Nurse's desk, where a man and woman in scrubs busily worked at computer monitors, that occupied almost every square inch of the counter. Adriana swallowed hard! "What in hell have I gotten myself into?" she asked herself. Looking to Helen for emotional support, she found none in the woman's hard eyes.

Stepping further into the clinic Helen said, "Good morning Doctor Manning. This is Adriana Manarro." Turning to Adriana, she said, "The Doctor and his Nurse Suzanne will be conducting your physical."

Doctor Manning looked Adriana over. He gave her a warm smile, extending his hand to shake hers. Without releasing her hand, he said, "So you are the new recruit. I've been looking forward to meeting you, Ms. Manarro. Or may I call you Adriana?"

"Adriana will be fine, Doctor Manning," she murmured nervously. Her nervous tremble was quickly becoming a case of the full body shakes

Doctor Manning did not release his grasp on Adriana's hand. Her skin became clammy as he watched her closely, the color draining from her lovely heart-shaped face. Beads of perspiration formed on her brow. "Let's have you sit down, all right Adriana?" he said to her, as he led her to the exam table. Getting her comfortable, he supported her shoulders with both of his large warm hands. Looking to Helen, he told her "We'll take it from here. Please tell Mr. Adams we will be finished in a few hours." Helen nodded at the Doctor, then left the clinic.

In a moment of sheer panic, Adriana thought, "A few hours?" She felt herself become lightheaded. The bright light in the room seemed to dim, the room tilted. "Or is it me," she thought fuzzily. Her breathing became erratic and she began to hyperventilate. 

"Suzanne, I'm losing her here!" Doctor Manning called out to his Nurse in an urgent and commanding voice. Those were the last words Adriana heard before she faded into darkness.

Doctor Manning and Suzanne moved Adriana's limp body to one of the gurneys. "I want an EKG reading on her, then let's start an IV." He told Suzanne. 

They worked together in well-practiced movements. Suzanne was already applying a blood pressure cuff, setting the machine to take readings every fifteen minutes. She grabbed a pair of surgical scissors, swiftly cut the material of Adriana's blouse, then snipped the center portion of Adriana's bra, revealing the young woman's small, firm breasts. Wheeling the EKG monitor to the gurney, Suzanne began applying the electrode pads while Doctor Manning attached the wires. Within a few minutes they had the first reading. Doctor Manning looked at the paper read-out; concern for his patient showed on his face. 

Suzanne, having prepared the supplies for the IV, was already looking for a good vein in Adriana's left hand. Finding one, she quickly inserted the catheter, taped it down securely and set the drip rate. 

"I would also like a Pulse Ox reading. Get four vials of blood, run the samples for CBC, lipids, Hemoglobin, A1c. I want a full Metabolic panel too Suzanne."

"Yes Doctor," she said in acknowledgment. Already in motion, Suzanne placed a small black clip with a wire, on Adriana's right index finger then tied a rubber tourniquet on Adriana's right arm. Finding another good vein, she inserted the needle of the Vacutainer, drawing the rich red blood into four vials. Once everything was completed, Suzanne took a blanket out of the warmer, covered her patient and went to the desk to monitor Adriana's vitals.

Beep...beep...beep... Adriana stirred awake slowly. Beep...beep...beep... "God! I hate that alarm," she thought. Beep...beep...beep... "Okay, okay! I'm up, I'm up!" she muttered, but as she reached to her nightstand to shut off the damn alarm clock, she encountered the metal bars of the gurney and saw a strange man smiling down at her.

"Hi! You're finally awake. Enjoy your nap?" the Doctor asked. "I was beginning to get concerned. You passed out cold a little over an hour ago Adriana. Do you remember what happened?"

Confused she said, "I passed out? I've never fainted in my life." 

"Well dear there is a first time for everything. While you were 'out', we took some blood samples. Your blood sugar levels were well below normal. What did you eat for breakfast this morning young lady?" the Doctor asked her.

Adriana felt as if she were being scolded. "Nothing. I was too nervous to eat before the interview," she said contritely.

"Working with this company you will have to get past that habit immediately. Part of keeping you in peak condition will be to establish a properly controlled diet. Your personal trainer will do that. Do you feel good enough to sit up?" he asked.

"I think so." Adriana said. She pushed herself up with her hands, feeling a sting on the top of her left hand. Seeing the IV taped in place, her fear filled eyes then flew to the Doctor's face. She could feel the panic begin to rise again.

"You are fine Adriana! We set up the IV in case you were dehydrated and needed to give you fluids or if we had to give you medication. Now take a deep breath for me." The Doctor already had his stethoscope on her chest above her breasts. 

Looking down at his hand, she saw that her clothes were gone. A blanket puddle at her waist. Faster than the Doctor could move, Adriana grabbed the material pulling it up to her chin, knocking his hand out of the way.

"Where are my clothes? Why am I naked? What the hell are you doing?" she screeched at the Doctor. The wave of pure panic had overcome her. She tried to get off the gurney, only to find she couldn't get the metal bed-rails down. The Doctor glared at her in aggravation not trying to help. "What is the matter with you? " Adriana screamed. " Can't you see that I don't want this?"

Her high-pitched scream was getting on the Doctor's nerves. "Suzanne!" he commanded across the room. She was already beside him with a syringe in her hand. Taking it from her, he inserted the needle into one of the little rubber ports of the IV tubing, quickly pushing the plunger of the syringe.

Adriana was moving rapidly from panic to sheer terror. Suzanne and Doctor Manning tried to restrain her flailing limbs. When simply trying to hold her down was unsuccessful, Suzanne moved swiftly across the room to one of the cabinets, returning to the gurney with four restraints, handing two of them to Doctor Manning. Adriana put up one hell of a fight. Before they could secure her to the gurney, she had hit Suzanne in the chest and Scratched Doctor Manning's face.

"The Rohypnol should kick in soon Suzanne. Are you alright?" he asked her.

"I'll bruise a bit but nothings broken Doctor," she replied. "There's blood on your face, let me take care of that for you." Moving to a different cabinet, Suzanne brought back some antiseptic on a gauze pad to clean the small wound.

Doctor Manning looked at the red mark on Suzanne's chest. Prodding it gently yet firmly, he told her "You're right, that will definitely bruise!" Suzanne applied the antiseptic to the Doctor's face. His cheek was tender from the scratch but it was the sting of the medicine that hurt. With each other's injuries tended to, they looked at Adriana.

The drug was working. Adriana's body was relaxing. Her will to fight was waning. 



Adriana's glazed eyes widened with fear. She tried to speak. No words came past her lips. Her tongue felt swollen in her mouth. A strange sensation was creeping over her body. As she tried to struggle, her limbs began to feel like lead weights. The more she tried to fight the drug's effects the heavier her body felt. Finally she turned away from the Doctor's angry eyes. Tears slid silently down her cheek creating tiny wet circles on the pillow beneath her head. Her last coherent thoughts slipped away. She felt as if she were on a fluffy soft cloud floating away without a care. The Doctor's voice was tinny echo in the distance. Adriana couldn't process his words, but in a remote area of her brain, she knew he was talking to her. Maybe if she closed her eyes she could fly away on her soft cloud, away from here, making it all stop.

"Now that we have all of the preliminary reports, Suzanne, we will begin with her Pap test. Restrained as she is we can also implant the Intrauterine Chip. We'll program it as we go."

Suzanne moved around the gurney attaching metal extensions with canvas slings to each side. Once she had them locked in place, she maneuvered the backs of Adriana's knees into the slings, spreading the girl's legs, exposing her feminine mound.

Surprised to see so much hair, Suzanne quickly lathered and shaved Adriana from her belly button to her anus making sure the area was completely smooth. Using a warm damp towel she wiped away the remaining lather. Tiny razor bumps dotted the girl's skin. Once Adriana began her training, the company would insist on laser hair removal that would keep it from growing back.

Doctor Manning wheeled his stool to the end of the gurney, pulling a lever underneath that released the portion under Adriana's bottom. He looked to Suzanne who was wheeling over two cloth-covered trays. "You've already shaved her." He said as he snapped on his rubber gloves. "Remind me to tell Mr. Adams you need another raise Suzanne!" God he loved this woman! She's always a step ahead without ever having to ask or tell her to do something twice!

Suzanne lowered her gaze from the Doctor's handsome face, smiling sweetly. She knew what kid of 'raise' she wanted but not from Mr. Adams. She would 'negotiate' with the good Doctor... later.

Doctor Manning removed the cover of the first supply tray, revealing a small jar of ThinPrep solution a cytology brush, cervical scraper, two different size specula and a tube of K-Y Jelly. He lubricated both speculums placing them back on the tray while he performed the manual exam.

"Our recruit's sexual organs don't show much sign of active use." He said as he ran his lubricated fingers over her sensitive skin. He then examined the outer labia. Taking his time he looked for lesions, lumps or any appearance of infection on her moist pink skin.

Adriana let out a little moan; a tiny sigh. Her mind tried to tell her to move away from the doctor's inquisitive fingers, but her body betrayed her, working her hips toward his probing fingers.

Doctor Manning continued his exploration as he observing Adriana's young body respond to his touch. "Are we recording her responsiveness Suzanne?" He asked his nurse.

"Yes Doctor. The camera is in position recording with audio as well." Suzanne replied.

"Good! Thank you Suzanne." He said as he slid his index finger from Adriana's vaginal opening to her tightly closed anus. Pressing the opening gently yet firmly, the little muscle 'gave' but with resistance. "I'm pretty sure she's an anal virgin. We will have to proceed cautiously. Mr. Adams will want to take her anal cherry himself."

Adriana felt something wet slide down to her anal opening then press in firmly. She gave an uncontrollable shiver at the sensation. It didn't register as unpleasant. Her mid was too befuddled for that. Whatever was happening to her hole, felt rather nice. A tiny semblance of a smile appeared on her lips.

The Doctor seeing her response smiled himself. He moved his finger from the little brown rosette to her clit. Using the fingers of both hands to examine her hidden little pink pearl he pushed the hood aside and found it glistening with lubricant. Gently he pulled at her clitoris, twisting and turning it slightly between his thumb and forefinger.

Another small moan escaped Adriana's soft pink lips. Her hips rocked into his touch avid for the pleasure he creating. Even in her near unconscious state she felt the arousal rise up in her. She wanted more. Needed more... but then the doctor stopped. 

"Suzanne, how much Rohypnol did we give her?" he asked.

"The usual dose Doctor." Suzanne replied. "Why? Is she doing all right?" Concern etched on the Nurse's face.

"I'm going to stimulate her clit again. This time I want you to pay close attention to her responses." He told her.

Again Doctor Manning plucked at Adriana's clit, manipulating the sensitive nub gently. This time however, he inserted the index finger of his other hand slowly into her vagina. Simultaneously massaging, teasing the tender flesh, he began moving his finger inside her to stroke the pink inner walls, crooking his finger then equally slowly sliding it back out to stop all motion with both hands. 

Adriana thrashed her head from side to side as those delicious sensations overwhelmed her once more. Moaning through partially opened lips as she arched her neck pushing her head into the pillow. The fingers of her restrained hands, languidly opened and closed. Her toes curled slightly and her back arched ever so slightly off the gurney.

"Holy shit Suzanne! Are you seeing this?" he asked excitedly. "I expected minimal sexual response at best but not this level given the does we gave her. Get Mr. Adams on the phone. Tell him I need him to come up here! Now!" Shaking his head in disbelief at what he was seeing.

"Mr. Adams isn't answering Doctor." Suzanne told him from across the room at the desk.

From the doorway they heard Mr. Adams voice, "That's because I'm right here. What's going on Robert?" he asked the Doctor. His body was tense. His face full of concern for Adriana's well being. "She's all right, isn't she?"

"She's fine Edward but look at her! We gave her the same dose of Rohypnol we have given all of our recruits in the past. She should be out cold for the next eight hours, at least! Yet... she is responding at a level that a woman might and I stress the word might, respond to if we had only given her half that amount!" 

Mr. Adams, Doctor Manning and Suzanne all stood around the gurney staring at the naked girl's, prone form. 

Adriana's nipples were becoming firm hard nubbins set against her light brown areolas, which pebbling right before their eyes. A light sheen of sweat slicked her body.

"Edward, you remember the text book explanation of the side effects of Rohypnol, don't you?" Doctor Manning inquired.

Edward had to think for a few seconds but recalled the drug's effects. "Of course I do. That was why we chose to import it for our use in the first place."

"But... Do you ever recall reading or seeing anything that told you it could also be a sexual stimulant? A sexual enhancing agent, if you will? Or that it could not only enhance sexual responsiveness but could 'intensify' it as well?" The Doctor asked him.

"No I don't but get to the point here Robert!" impatience in his voice, Mr. Adams continued, "Will she be okay when the effects wear off?" asking the Doctor as he looked to both he and Suzanne.

"Rohypnol is 'not' a sexual stimulant Edward. It is a strong sedative that suppresses the nervous system. And yes, she will be fine. The headhunter's report on her medical history, showed no signs of cardiac disease or respiratory issues. So, she should be okay physically. You may however have problems with her mind. If her sexual responses are overriding the purpose of the drug, the chance of her remembering any of this may be affected as well. She could come out of this remembering everything and from the fight she put up earlier, I would venture to say, that you will have one very pissed off wildcat on your hands!"

"Okay, I get it. Do you think the intrauterine chip will work to control her? Or should we rethink the implant as well?" Edward asked as his thoughts narrowed in on Adriana's safety.

"That should work as planned. In the future though, she will have to be under strict medical supervision if we have to give her any other drugs or medications. In my opinion, her body's chemical make-up may not allow for typical or text book reactions. You must be very, very careful with her Edward." The Doctor warned him sternly. 

Edward looked down at Adriana, his facial features softening. He moved to the head of the gurney where her right hand was restrained. Softly, he ran his fingers from her wrist to her forearm, watching little goose bumps appear in the wake of his touch. "It will be okay angel. I've got you now." He spoke softly to her as he leaned over whispering his assurance in her ear.

The Doctor and his nurse watched this unprecedented moment in silence. Neither of them had ever witnessed Mr. Adams show any personal attachment to past recruits. They were rather stunned.

Mr. Adams gently cradled Adriana's fingers in his hand as he looked out over the city through the huge window, contemplating how he would move forward with her. He had never taken a recruit as his own. He wasn't making his usual clear concise decisions. He was thinking with his heart. "Or am I just thinking with my dick?" he wondered. Unsure of himself he told Doctor Manning and Suzanne, "Complete the exam and implant the chip. Do not administer the enhancement medications. Obviously she won't need them. I will stay while you finish up. Helen has made arrangements for her to stay in one of the penthouse suites. We'll move her there before the drug wears off. I don't want her coming around in the clinic. With her anxiety and will to fight? That would be an issue I don't care to address right now." 

Doctor Manning rolled his stool to the bottom of the gurney ready to continue the exam. Taking the smaller of the two specula, he gently slid it into Adriana's vagina, the metal bills spreading the delicate tissues inside. The metallic clicks of the device repeating as he opened her fully. He could see her cervix pink and healthy, as he took the cytology brush sliding it slightly through the cervical opening, then giving it a quick twist, to get a sample of her cells to send to the lab. That done he used the cervical scraper, retrieving yet another sample to view under the microscope later. Adriana was moaning softly as the Doctor performed his task. 

Suzanne had already removed the tray of samples, pulling the second tray to within the Doctor's reach removing the cloth covering for him. The doctor then used the first of two metal tools that would dilate the opening to the cervix to allow the intrauterine probe to pass and install the chip in the uterine wall. His did this quickly and carefully knowing how much pain this procedure caused for the recruits. Satisfied that he could get the tiny chip through it he took the long metal probe with chip attached and threaded it deep into her uterus, making a slight jabbing motion to imbed the chip. 




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Adriana's body tensed. Her muscles contracted on the bills of the speculum. Her fingers curled into tight fists, the knuckles turning white. Her head turned to the side away from Mr. Adams. "God please..." her words came out on a choked breath. Tears of pain silently sliding down her cheek to the pillow.

He didn't have to see the tears to know they were there. He held her hand firmly, squeezing it now and then attempting to reassure her, knowing she didn't even realize he was there, for her. He knew. Right now, that was what mattered most to him.



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Chapter 3

Things are not as they appear

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Monday

The revelation

Mr. Adams took off his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. The stress of the day's events, building in his neck muscles, was giving him a migraine. Standing at the nurse's desk, he grabbed the phone and called Helen.

"The physical on Ms. Manarro is complete." His voice reflected the pain in his head as he spoke. "Make sure the audio-video file is on the server, please Helen. Doctor Manning is wrapping things up now. We will be moving her upstairs to the suite in a few minutes."

"Mr. Adams... 'Edward', I can hear the tension in your voice. Is everything all right?" Asking with sincere concern for her employer.

"It could have gone smoother Helen. Ms. Manarro is a fighter. She hit Suzanne and scratched Robert's face, before they could sedate her. They're both fine but the drug didn't effect her the way we expected. Robert seems to think she might remember everything instead of having no memory, like the girls in the past. We may have real issues with her. I will be staying in the suite with her tonight." He continued wearily. "Would you please send up my laptop, some clean clothes, blackberry... my...um..." his mind drew a blank. 

Helen knew the day's events had taken a toll on him. He wasn't thinking straight. "I'll take care of everything. Get her situated upstairs, then take a nice long hot shower. You sound like you could use it! A good stiff shot of something strong seems to be in order as well! And, stop looking for trouble. We've had issues in the past that we handled just fine. You're just looking at this one - differently. I will deliver your things shortly." Helen said before she hung up. 

Adriana was out cold as the doctor and Suzanne wheeled the gurney past Edward on their way to the elevator. Pressing the call button, they waited for him. Though covered with a soft blanket, he could see the leather straps of her restraints hanging below the metal bed-rails. This was definitely not how he saw this play out in his mind during the interview. 

A stabbing pain behind his eyes brought him back to the here-and-now with a jolt. "Damn!" he exclaimed out loud, not realizing he had said it. Helen was right about that hot shower. He was looking forward to it now, as they entered the elevator, hoping it would decrease the intensity that seemingly increased by the minute.

Always observant, Suzanne asked quietly, "Mr. Adams would you like something for your headache before we leave the clinic?" She had been watching him struggle with it for the past half hour.

"I'll be fine, thanks for asking Suzanne." He said with a grateful smile. "I'll take something later. I appreciate the offer though."

Turning to his friend, Doctor Manning he asked, "Robert, will she have to be restrained for the night?" The idea of keeping her tied to the bed didn't set well with him. After her ordeal in the clinic, he thought keeping her in restraints would terrify her beyond reason.

The Doctor was exasperated with his friend. His patience waning he said, "Edward, she has already proven to us that she's a hell of a fighter. Christ! She injured Suzanne and I. Both minor injuries I'll admit, but come on will you! We both know that she should not have responded to the drug with that level of sexual responsiveness or react to the pain of the implant procedure, again proving that the drug in her system, in unpredictable at best. Knowing all this first hand? I'm going to say -- for God's sake, keep the restraints. Think of her physical safety and yours, will you please? Stop thinking with your dick for a minute!" The doctor was clearly aggravated with his longtime friend. He shook his head in frustration realizing that Edward would do whatever Edward wanted; this could be trouble he wouldn't want.

Edward didn't appreciate his friend's tone. With his migraine escalating, his own patience was evaporating. Not bothering to look at the doctor, he answered with a disgusted, "Fine."

Finally the elevator arrived. Edward swiped his key card, allowing them to travel up to the penthouse floor. Upon arriving, he swiped the card again. The elevator door opened on the 30th floor. Doctor Manning and Suzanne rolled the gurney into the foyer, waiting for him to open the door to the suites. Instead, Edward opened the door to his private residence. He knew he would find cold condemnation in Robert's eyes so he didn't bother to look in his direction, having no desire to deal with Robert any further.

Robert kept his thoughts to himself. Instead he looked to Suzanne who was busily picking at unseen lint on the blanket covering Adriana, attempting to be invisible.

Edward could feel the disapproval and derision rolling off of Robert, thickening the air between them. Nevertheless, he wouldn't, couldn't let anything distract him from taking care of Adriana the way he wanted to. Needed to.

"Let's take her to the first room on the right down the hall. The master bedroom is directly across from hers. With both doors open, I'll be able to hear her, if there should be a problem." Edward said as he strode ahead of them to open the door. Why did he feel that he had to justify his actions or intentions? Was he trying to convince himself it would all work out fine? His migraine became a solid, steady pulse of pure agony, from his shoulders to his ultra-sensitive eyes. All he wanted was to get Adriana on the bed then kick Doctor Manning and Suzanne out!

Pulling the gurney into the room they positioned it along the side of the king size bed. Transferring Adriana was going to be tricky. As Suzanne pulled the comforter out of the way, Edward and Robert released her restraints. Suzanne and Doctor Manning attempted the lift but from Edward's view, they looked awkward. Pulling the blanket from Adriana's body, he lifted her himself. Cradling her to his chest. "God," he thought. "I want to hold her like this forever." Closing his eyes for a brief second, he lowered his chin to the top of her head, breathing in her scent.

Robert, standing out of the way, crossed his arms over his chest, rolling his eyes at what he was seeing. Edward's emotions had always been in check, his air of dominance and control ever present no matter the occasion. Whether conducting business or enjoying a relaxing day with close friends, the man was renowned for his self control. 

Robert's thoughts evoked the memory of the horrible death of Edward's parents. Killed in a tragic car accident in New York City four years ago. They were driving in to the city to see the play, "West Side Story" at the Palace Theatre, when they were struck broadside on the passenger side by a semi careening out of control, the driver intoxicated well beyond the legal limit. The impact killed Edward's Mother instantly. His Father's spinal cord was severed in three places. Mr. Adams Senior died of his injuries in the emergency room at Mount Sinai Hospital.

Edward's relationship with both of his parents had been strong and loving. His Father, though caring and supportive to him as a child, became increasingly distant as he graduated from college, creating his own business, constantly pushing his son to do better, be better. Senior was a real bastard in the business world, known for his cutthroat tactics that garnered him many enemies. Though Senior was a brusque man, Edward respected his Father greatly. 

Edward's Mother however was her husband's polar opposite. Lila was a genuinely lovely woman who met each day's challenges head on with admirable grace, endearing her to anyone having the privilege of knowing her. Her love and pride in her son always apparent, she had never held back an embrace or quick kiss on the cheek, no matter who was present. Edward, though he loved both of his parents, absolutely adored his Mother. Their deaths devastated him.

He had made all of the arrangements himself. He would not allow any detail to be overlooked, forgotten or mismanaged by anyone. Receiving many offers of assistance, Edward had graciously declined each one. During the memorial service at the church, then graveside at the cemetery, Edward had maintained a strong outer front, never leading anyone to believe that he wasn't emotionally in control. Some of the mourners viewed him as cold, indifferent - heartless. Not knowing the man personally, they didn't realize how deeply he was grieving. 

Robert was now seeing his friend in a whole new light, displaying a new range of emotions that he was unaccustomed to. Maybe this all will work itself out, he thought to himself. A diversion from the norm. This could just be what Edward needs!

After Suzanne helped Edward position Adriana in a comfortable position, she went to Robert, placed her hand gently on his arm to get his attention and motioned to the door with her eyes.

"Edward, listen..." Robert said hesitantly. Though he knew his opinion on how to handle Adriana would not be well received, he continued, "At least attach her ankle to the cable system at the foot of the bed, using the padded shackle, so she can get up and use the bathroom if she is able, but not leave the room if she panics and tries to run."

Edward nodded his understanding, wordlessly to the doctor without taking his eyes off his girl's sleeping form. 'His, girl...' To him that thought was completely alien.

Suzanne led the doctor from the room. Robert shrugged his shoulders knowing, his words fell on deaf ears. "Suzanne and I will stay in the suite across from the penthouse. You can call me any time through the night and I will be here in an instant." He had said all he could. 

"Hopefully I won't need to bother you, but thanks Robert. You too Suzanne," he called out to them. They were briefly in the hallway, then out the door.

Finally, Edward was alone with Adriana. Moving to the side of the bed, he sat on the edge watching her breathe. Gently, me moved a few wisps of hair off her forehead, brushing her skin softly with his fingers. Her skin was cool, but damp with small beads of perspiration. At least she doesn't have a fever, he thought to himself. 

He examined her wrists. They were a little pink but there were no indentation marks from the leather restraints. That was a good thing. She may have pulled against them but the leather hadn't dug into her skin. Moving to the foot of the bed, he pulled the comforter up over her calves, inspecting her ankles. Again, pink with no pressure marks. As he stood there looking at her, the thought of restraining even one ankle troubled him. Robert was right however; a restraint really would be for her protection.

Crouching down, reaching under the foot of the bed, releasing the locking mechanism, he pulled the plastic coated cable up, laying the excess on the bed. There were four spools of the cable. One under each corner of the bed. Each had an adjustable, padded, shackle attached to the end, which could be unlocked only with a special key. Once locked on to the limbs, the spools would retract the excess cable essentially pulling the subjects arms and legs to the corners, effectively keeping them in a spread-eagle position.

Tonight Edward would only use the bottom corner shackle, applying it to Adriana's left ankle, adjusting the tightness then locking it. He pulled the excess cable out, letting it coil up on the floor, then locked the spool so the cable wouldn't retract, hurting or tripping her if she got up to use the bathroom.

Edward didn't realize he was holding his breath until he was forced to take a large gulp of air. Going into the en-suite bathroom, he looked around carefully for anything Adriana might use to harm herself with - or him. Finding only a ladies razor, he took it with him, as he went to his room.

The bright red display on his alarm glaring the time boldly, 5:12pm. 'Holy shit!' he thought. "The day just disappeared." His head still throbbing, he loosened his necktie, pulling it off, throwing it onto the chair in the corner. Rolling his head on his shoulders, he felt and heard the loud pops releasing some of the tension in his muscles. Moving to the dresser he got out a clean pair of boxers and a gray t-shirt. He unbuttoned his shirt, took off his belt, and then removed his trousers and boxers in one shot. Dropping them all on the floor, he made his way naked, into his bathroom. 

Turning on the hot water, he paused briefly to let it heat up. Standing in front of the mirror above the large double sink, he looked at himself in disbelief. He had deep, dark circles under his eyes. Steam began to fill the room fogging the mirror, blurring his view. He didn't want to look at himself anymore anyway. Stepping under the hot spray, he let the water beat down for a few minutes before he soaped up. He was beginning to feel better already.

Getting out of the shower, he dried off, put on the clean boxers and t-shirt, and then headed to the closet for a pair of jeans. He looked around the room seeing his clothes scattered on the floor. He would pick them up later. He didn't really care if he did or not. 

Edward left his room in search of the Scotch. The bar was fully stocked. He grabbed a short, crystal glass, added a few ice cubes and poured about two shots of the twelve-year-old imported whiskey. The rich smoky aroma tantalized his nose before the amber liquid touched his lips. He sipped it slowly, savoring the warmth sliding down his throat. He closed his eyes enjoying the sensation. Helen had shipped a bottle of Bunnahabhain home for him when she had visited Scotland. She and a friend had toured the distillery on the North East Coast of the Isle of Islay. The brew had since become a favorite of his.

He was half way through his drink when the in-house phone rang. Answering it quickly, not wanting to disturb Adriana, he heard Helen's voice.

"Are you decent?" she asked jokingly. 

He pushed a button on the dial pad of the phone that unlocked the door to the penthouse. Taking another sip from the glass as he crossed the room to the door. 

Helen nudged the door open with her hip, before he could get it open for her. Her arms full of things he had requested, for tonight and tomorrow morning. "Well, you certainly look more relaxed. How do you feel?" she asked, walking farther into the room.

"A lot better now after the shower and drink." He told her as he shook the nearly empty glass. The ice cubes tinkling like little bells as they clinked around inside. 

"I brought you clean clothes for tomorrow. I had Kyle stop at your Water Tower apartment after he went to Ms. Manarro's. I also had him stop at Mike's Deli for a couple of sandwiches and finally Jewel grocery store for the basics. You don't stay here much anymore, so the cleaning service got rid of the perishables the last time they were here." Helen informed him.

He hung the clothes in the coat closet by the door. Coming back he took the box from her, setting it on the kitchen counter. "What am I doing Helen?" he asked her, as he watched her flop into the cushioned chair by the couch in a very 'un-Helen' like manner.

"Edward..." she said shaking her head as she looked at his tired face, "If you can't answer that question yourself, I certainly can't. I will tell you what I see though. I see a young girl finally making a ding in your tough as nails emotional armor. After all these years of waiting, I am seeing you let your guard down a little. It's a refreshing sight, I must say!" she said haughtily, as if she had won the lottery. "Let's go check on her."

Doctor Manning had called Helen, to tell her that Edward had Adriana in the penthouse. They walked to the open door without entering the room. Adriana was sleeping soundly. No longer breathing quietly, but snoring deep and loud.

"You took Robert's advice. Good! I'm glad that you realized that it was more for her benefit, than your own. I'm relieved." She said letting out a small sigh. "That snoring has got to go, though." Helen said, shaking her head and laughing. Edward couldn't help but smile too.

"Oh, before I forget. The recruit interview for tomorrow has been cancelled. After speaking with the woman, I decided she wasn't a good fit. Too many questions - not enough brains to store the answers, you know what I mean?" Helen looked Edward in the eye saying, "Take the day off Edward. You need it and Adriana will need you." Turning away from her boss, she headed toward the door telling him, "Now, I'm going home. The new maintenance man in my building isn't doing his job to my liking. He needs a sound flogging and I am just the woman to give it to him!"

Edward walked Helen to the elevator, laughing, "Thank you Helen. For everything. Have a good night."

Stepping into the elevator, she turned to him, with a semi-sinister smile, winked at him, "I plan to!"

The elevator door slid shut. Helen was off to make the maintenance man very happy. He couldn't hide his smile as he shook his head at her.

With glass in hand, Edward went back to the bar to pour more Bunnahabhain. Adding a couple more ice cubes, he poured himself a little less this time. Sipping the drink, he went to the kitchen, looking into the box on the counter. Never putting the glass down, he pulled out the bag of sandwiches, putting them into the refrigerator. Opening the door he found a six-pack of Coke, milk, butter, orange juice, eggs and a bag of shredded cheese all sitting on the top shelf. 'These must be the groceries Kyle brought up.' He thought. Closing the door, he turned to the counter by the stove where he found a bowl of fresh fruit, overflowing with apples, oranges, bananas and grapes of two varieties. A loaf of wheat bread lay beside the small mountain. 

Going back to the box, he pulled out his Blackberry and laptop, laying them on the counter beside the key card he had left there earlier. Taking the now empty box, he opened the door to the utility room, tossed it on the floor and closed the door. 

Grabbing an apple as he passed the bowl, he took his drink, crossed the room and flopped on the modular couch. Finding the remote to the entertainment console he tuned in to CNN to catch the world news. The WGN local evening news wouldn't come on until 10:00pm.

His migraine was fading slowly, as he relaxed into the cushions. He took a few more bites of the apple, closing his eyes, as he tasted the sweet juice coat his tongue. He could feel himself fading off to sleep. The half eaten apple still in his hand.

Edward heard a woman's voice. Adriana must be awake. He walked into the room to check on her, surprised to see that she had kicked the comforter onto the floor. Her exposed limbs were flailing defensively, as if trying to protect herself from something. Or someone! 

Moving closer to the bed he saw that she had tangled the IV tubing around her arm and torso. A length of it lay across her breasts, rising and falling with her panicked breathing. She was in the middle of a nightmare. A bad one from the looks of it! 

Reaching out to untangle the tubing, Edward's fingers brushed against her warm smooth skin. Her eyes suddenly opened her lips parting as if to call out for help. Seeing him, she calmed a little. "Hang on sweetheart, I'm only trying to help. Okay?" he told her, his voice warm with reassurance, his hands up and open, he took a step back.

Wordlessly, she nodded at him, still wary of this man. Edward approached the bed slowly. Keeping a quick, steady pace, his fingers worked at the tubing, pulling and adjusting it, until it was untangled. "Better now?" he asked with concern. His eyes searched hers. The panic he saw a moment ago had passed.




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Adriana softly slid her hand over top of his. That tender touch and the inquisitive look in her eyes sent a spark of arousal to his heart and groin. He sat on the bed as she tried to sit up. Her arms lifted to wrap around his neck, burying her face against his chest. Tentatively, not trying to scare her, he wrapped one arm around her waist pulling her tight to his warm body. His other hand cradled her head as his fingers played with her soft, short auburn hair.

Closing his eyes, he breathed deeply, drawing her scent in, like much needed oxygen. She smelled of vanilla and magnolias. Pushing her away slightly, he looked into those beautiful deep green eyes. What he saw took his breath away. Desire. Desire for him!

Looking up at him through her long thick lashes, she moved one of her arms, sliding her fingers agonizingly slow down the smooth sculpted skin of his shoulder, his muscular arm, his taut rippled stomach, burning his flesh with her feather light touch. Finally brushing her fingers over the denim just barely restraining his erection. Her fingers played at undoing the button. Scratching at the denim that stretched tightly over his bulging manhood, then ever so slowly, she lowered the zipper. Rising to her knees, she laid her hands on his shoulders so lightly, like butterflies landing on his skin. He shivered in arousal. Her pink tongue darted out to moisten the corner of her mouth. Edward sucked in a sharp breath, his cock twitched hard. "Christ!" he yelled out.

A mischievous look now flared in her eyes. The little minx was turning the tables on him. He couldn't help but let her. Her soft touch became insistent. She pushed at his shoulders, forcing him back on the mattress. Closing his eyes, he could barely control his breathing, coming now in quick shallow bursts.

Adriana lowered herself to the floor between his knees, pulling his jeans and boxers over his hips, his feet, tossing them away in a heap. The mischievous look in her eyes was gone, replaced by pure, unadulterated lust. Wrapping one hand around his swollen shaft, her fingers barely able to ensnare his girth, she leaned over, her tongue darting out to catch the glistening drop of pre-cum that threatened to roll down the curved length of his cock. The thick veins roping his cock pulsed beneath her tentatively exploring fingers. Edward's cock was now painfully hard, the light brown skin around it strained tautly, the shaft swelling up to the silky smooth blood-filled head. "I want you in my mouth." Her words were a litany to his ears. Licking her lips, making them glossy and slick, she took him into her mouth, not sucking yet, but enticing him with velvety wet heat. "Mmmm..." the sound and tremor coming from her throat shook him to his core. He raised his straining hips, his cock twitched inside her mouth as he fed her more of himself. 

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" he uttered sharply, lost in the sensation. 

Suddenly she took his entire length into her mouth, sucking gently, pressing her tongue against the shaft, then swallowing the head of his cock into her throat. She had him spellbound. Gaining more confidence, she began to move slowly, gently up and down, drawing his cock into her mouth, then withdrawing, releasing the head with a pop! A husky moan escaped her lips. "Ahh. God, I want your cum. I need you to cum deep inside my mouth! I want to feel it hot and thick as it runs down my throat!" She kept her rhythm, increasing the pressure of her lips around his shaft, then tonguing the hole at the top, as if she were digging down into him, seeking his precious cum.

Edward lost his last semblance of control. Lifting his head to watch, he saw her beautiful wet pink lips wrapped around the base of his cock. "God in heaven, please don't stop Adriana!" he cried out. His fingers entwined in her hair, forcing her head down harder on him, his head thrown back as ecstasy took him over the edge. She continued working his cock with her hot wet mouth. Her gaze traveled up his rippled body, fixing on his deep, deep eyes as he screamed in release. His cum shot to the back of her throat in huge forceful spurts. She tried to swallow every drop, but there was so much; so much of the salty fluid that it seeped past her lips, pooling in the hair at the base of his cock. She smiled her triumph at him, as she continued massaging his manhood with her tight throat, driving him back to earth, with a BANG!



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Chapter 4

Shattered Dreams

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Tuesday, pre-dawn

Mr. Adams penthouse 

BANG!

Edward shot off the couch into a defensive stance, his happy ending shattered by the abrupt noise. "What the hell," he wondered as he looked around quickly, not finding the source of the sound. Still stunned feeling cheated by his dream, he shook off the sleepy haze. 

BANG! Following the noise, he realized it came from the hall. "Adriana!" The thought sent him running to her room. The bedroom door was open but she was nowhere to be seen. That's when he spied the IV pole propped at an odd angle against the closed bathroom door. The plastic tube pulled taut, still connected to the bag, ran through the gap beneath the door. She was tugging the tubing, making the pole crash into the door with each attempt. BANG! The door opened, her hand shot out to grab the pole. Struggling with it for a moment, she quickly yanked it into the room with her. He heard her lock the door from inside. 

"Shit! This is bad!" he said out loud.

Moving to the door, he listened for a second. Putting his ear to the wooden barrier, he heard her crying. Suddenly the sound of shattering glass resounded in his ear making him jump back, startled. Edward grabbed the doorknob tightly twisting the brass ball viciously to break the lock, but the knob didn't budge. "Adriana?" he yelled through the door again. "Answer me God damn it!"

"Leave me alone you bastard!" she screamed at him through great gulping sobs.

"Unlock the door right now Adriana!" he bellowed at her, his anger laced with frustration. "Unlock it now or I'll break it down! Your choice!" He listened for an answer. Nothing. There was no response, only her un-controlled sobbing. 

Terrified, naked, cold and shackled in a strange place, she was in a defensive self-protective mode. Fight or flight, hell! Right now she couldn't do either. Her body was covered with goose bumps but she couldn't find a towel to cover her body or warm up with. Opening the shower door, she stepped inside adding a few more feet of distance between Mr. Adams and her. Sliding down the tile wall, curling into a tiny ball, Adriana ducked her head, covering her ears as scalding tears streamed down her cheeks. "This isn't happening! This isn't happening! This isn't happening!" that single thought screamed through her brain repeatedly as she cried hysterically.

Edward heard the shower door slam shut. At least he knew she was away from the heavy door as he rammed his shoulder into it three times before standing back to kick it open. The wood splintered into pieces as the door flew open with such force the doorknob punched into the drywall.

A quick glance around the room revealed shattered mirror slivers everywhere. Every surface of the bathroom was covered with the razor sharp fragments. The silver metal pole lay on the floor, pulled tight against the shower stall glass. Standing it up to right it on its wheels, Edward inadvertently tugged too hard on the tubing, yanking the plastic catheter out of Adriana's hand. "Shit!" Edward thought as the whole thing went from bad to worse in a matter of seconds.

"Owww!" she screamed out in pain.

Edward looked down at the girl huddled in the shower stall. Bare as the day she was born, curled up in a fetal position, blood spurting out of her hand in little red streams that ran down the glass. "Oh Christ. Adriana..." he didn't have the words to finish his sentence. 

The terror that shot from her eyes was like a lightning strike to his heart. Edward stopped advancing on her. At that moment, all he could think of was getting the blood to stop. There was no chance she would let him near her to do that. Quickly, Edward backed out of the bathroom, sprinting to the phone in his room; he called Robert urgently telling him what was happening. Wanting to get back to Adriana as soon as possible, he ran back grabbing a couple towels from the linen closet on his way. He slowly approached her, not wanting to frighten her any more than she was already; he unfolded one of the large fluffy towels, draping it over her naked form. Her wracking sobs shook her from head to toe. "Adriana, I..." 

"Don't you say a word to me! There is nothing you can say that makes this better!" She screamed at him, her voice filled with fear. Her fingers working uselessly at the ankle shackle, trying to get it off. It didn't budge. Raising her face to look into his eyes she asked, "Why?" Her pretty skin now a blotchy red as tears spilled down her cheeks in little crystal rivers. She saw his lips part, as if to say something. Not really wanting to hear his explanation she turned her attention back to the shackle, furiously working to get it off.

Edward wanted to tell her it would be all right, to soothe her. He also knew it would be useless in her current condition. Until he could talk with her, explain what was happening, there would be no chance of getting through to her. No sooner had those thoughts crossed his mind, he heard footsteps moving quickly toward him in the hall. Thank God help was on its way. 

Robert appeared at Edward's side in the doorway. Suzanne, taking one look into the room ran immediately to the utility closet for a broom. 

One glimpse of the doctor standing in the doorway caused Adriana's eyes to roll up in her head. She felt her body crumble, suffocating darkness dragged her under again.

Grabbing extra towels on her way, Suzanne pushed the broom and dustpan into Robert's hands, dropping an empty box in front of him to collect the mess. "Robert, sweep up the glass. We don't need that in our feet. Mr. Adams will you get her out of there? Put her on the bed for me, please." 

Edward was shocked. His jaw dropped as he looked to Robert for an explanation. Robert shrugged his shoulders, not saying a word but quickly complied with Suzanne's orders, sweeping a clean path for Edward to move Adriana. Neither man had ever seen Suzanne take charge so forcefully. Both of them, however, seeing clearly that she was very upset, stayed out of her way.

Edward awkwardly scooped Adriana from the shower floor, carried her to the bed and laid her down gently. 

Suzanne nudged Mr. Adams out of the way. She began cleaning the blood and sweat from Adriana's body. Removing as much as she could, she pulled the comforter over the girl's cold form. Examining the small tear on the top of Adriana's hand, she staunched the blood flow, then looked carefully for any glass shards. Finding none, she continued her firm pressure on the small wound. 

Looking to the men watching her intently, Suzanne told them, "Sirs, the recruit will be fine, but she is in shock. I've stopped the bleeding. I don't believe she will need stitches. But Mr. Adams, if you had listened to Doctor Manning in the first place, this could have been avoided, you know that right?" Her tone was condescending, almost accusatory. Her respectful demeanor had gone. She was too worried about the situation. Clearly, unlike all previous candidates, Adriana remembered everything. Suzanne had poured too much of herself into the job to lose it all over a problem like this. She knew Mr. Adams really wanted this particular girl, but the damage to their venture might be beyond repair. She would not permit Adriana to destroy all they had worked so hard to accomplish. 

Finished sweeping the glass, Robert joined Suzanne to look at Adriana's hand. Confirming the nurse's conclusions, he told Edward without looking up at him. "I am giving her some Ativan." Producing a syringe from his pajama pants pocket and injecting the medication, before Edward could respond.

Now thoroughly pissed, Edward roared, "Damn it Robert! No more drugs! Christ, she's had enough!" wiping the perspiration from his worried brow.

"Edward, it acts like Xanax. It will decrease her anxiety so you can talk to her. I won't leave until I see how she responds to it, okay? I gave her less than a child's dose. Relax, please! She'll be fine." The Doctor's anger boiled over at Edward, as he watched Adriana with deep concern, monitoring her closely for any signs of distress the medicine might cause.

"You said that last time! Look how THAT turned out!" Edward shook his head, his eyes full of blame.

Suzanne wasn't happy either. She didn't bother trying to hide it. She went to Robert's side, whispering adamantly in his ear. Nodding, he crossed the room, grabbing Edward's arm, he wrestled the man out of the bedroom into the hallway. 

Closing the door softly after the men left, Suzanne tiredly dropped into the chair facing the bed, massaging her temples, trying to relieve the tension building there. Clearly, Adriana remembered everything. The girl posed a dangerous problem on the horizon. One that threatened to destroy everything she had worked so had for. "I know you're awake Adriana."

Adriana opened her eyes slowly, not wanting to deal with this woman any more than the men. "What gave me away?"

"Your breathing pattern. Someone that is asleep or unconscious breathes slower and more deeply. Your breaths were still too rapid and shallow. Look, I know you're scared. If I came into the company the way you did, I would have been mad as hell, fighting all the way. But you have to get your shit together, fast. For your own safety. And everyone else's too." Sarcastic contempt dripped from her lips. 

"My safety? What will they do next? Kill me?" Fearful of the answer, she pushed her self up ready to talk with the woman she knew only as the nurse from the clinic.

"No! Nothing like that! It will only make your training harder on you though." Moving closer to the bed, Suzanne began to pace. "You don't realize how 'very special' you are. Mr. Adams thinks he's in love with you." Her disdain at the thought of his foolishness was crystal clear.

Adriana, confused by the woman's words, scoffed at her, "How can he possibly think he's in love with me? I just met the man this morning."

" Look, I know you have a million questions and none of this makes sense, but it will all become clear. I promise! Mr. Adams is a wonderful man but you distract him. When you passed out in the clinic, he came up personally to check on you. He even held your hand as we finished the exam. Jesus! He was acting like a lovesick schoolboy. I have known Mr. Adams for the past five years. In all those years he has never done that for any other recruit, none of them. Until you!" Suzanne's agitation showed in her furious pacing steps. Her resentment and apprehension toward Adriana, driving her need to move. Her typical calm was shaken. 

"Obviously you don't want me here any more than I want to be here! So what do you want from me? Why are you telling me this?" Adriana's voice cracked loudly; Her throat tender from crying and screaming earlier. There was something about Suzanne's mannerisms, her speech that set her teeth more on edge than they already were.

"Keep your voice down!" Suzanne hissed in warning. "I can't tell you more than this right now. I've put myself at risk by speaking to you at all. But the men weren't getting anywhere with you, except into more trouble. "Save your questions for Mr. Adams." Suzanne stopped in front of Adriana, gazing down at the young woman, gauging the girl's expression. The drugs working through her system shone in her glassy eyed stare. Her words slurred slightly when she spoke. She could see the girl fighting for a lucidity that was just beyond her reach. 

Suzanne wondered how much of what she was saying, the girl would recall later. Measuring her words carefully, she went on, "Your presence is destroying his focus, putting us all at risk. You need to get with the program, do you understand? If you persist in your combative behavior, you are a danger to yourself and all of us."

Adriana was trying to process her words; Suzanne could see it in her eyes.

"I get that you don't want me here, so take this damn thing off." Adriana pulled back the comforter, pointing to her bound ankle, "Let me go. I won't say a word about any of this to anyone, I swear!" 

"I can't merely let you go. You will have to prove to Mr. Adams that you will be too much of a pain in the ass. He has to realize you aren't worth the trouble. You have to convince him of that. You have to discourage him from making this a personal thing. Maybe then he'll cut his losses by letting you go." 

Finished for the moment, Suzanne walked to the door. Shaking her head in mock sorrow she said, "Men. Poor stupid bastards." She left Adriana to sort it all out for herself. She had made her point. Now she would have to wait to see what the girl did with it.

Suzanne paused in the hall before joining the men. She knew she had made a mistake, giving herself away to the men. Adriana too. She allowed her concerns to get the best of her. "Damn it!" she thought. "Get it together before everything unravels." Taking a breath, she calmed her rattled nerves then gracefully strode toward the men's voices.

Robert and Edward turned to Suzanne as she entered the living room. With a look of expectation, Robert said, "Well?"

With eyes lowered, her hands behind her back, she informed him, "The recruit is awake Doctor Manning. I believe she is ready to listen to reason now."

Robert turned to Edward, rising from the couch, "Girl talk. Sometimes that works better than the drugs." Smiling at Suzanne, he stood in front of her, cupping her chin, lifting her face to his for a light appreciative kiss. "I'm proud of you. Let's get back to bed so I can reward you for your invaluable service." Kissing her cheek, he took her by the hand leading her out of the penthouse, leaving Edward alone with Adriana, yet again.

Edward thought about all that happened today. He wasn't encouraged. Looking at the floor, he saw what was left of his apple. Realizing then that neither he nor Adriana had eaten a proper meal. Maybe he could soften her up a little with a peace offering. They could talk over food. Going into the kitchen he gathered the bag of sandwiches, two cans of Coke, a couple of paper plates and an assortment of fruit. With full arms, he took the offering to Adriana's room. Standing in the doorway he asked tentatively, "Are you hungry?"

Her stomach growled the answer for her - loudly. Nodding her head at him she circled her arms around her middle, realizing then that she was still naked. Quickly she gathered the comforter to cover her breasts.

Just as Edward entered the room, he lost his hold on one of the cans of soda. It hit the floor with a thunk, burst open and shot a stream of foamy liquid around the room.

Despite her angry and drugged state, Adriana burst into a fit of giggles that wouldn't stop. Without thinking she wrapped the comforter around herself, holding it closed with one hand. Careful not to trip over the cable attached to the shackle on her ankle, she grabbed one of the dirty towels to cover the can and try to stop the spray. The damage was done. She wasn't quick enough. The sticky brown soda was everywhere.

Trying to contain the spurting fountain, Edward lost his grasp on the rest of the food. The bag hit the floor with a thud, fruit rolled all over. Bending to chase after the runaway items they collided, bumping their heads together. To anyone watching the bumbling pair, it would have looked like a 'Laurel and Hardy' routine. Losing balance, Adriana toppled over, grabbing Edward's arm pulling him down on top of her as she rolled to the floor. Both fell silent as nose to nose, they looked at each other, stunned.

His handsome chiseled features reflected his shock. She began to laugh again. A full belly contagious laugh. His ego wounded by her laughter, he still couldn't help but laugh with her. He had been trying to be the hero, but he'd get overt it. In the end, humor overpowered pride. 

It took them a few minutes to get themselves under control and catch their breath. Edward, rolling to his side and propping himself on his elbow, soaked up the sight of her. Even naked, covered in dried blood and soda spatter, her short auburn hair sticking out at odd angles, cheeks flushed, she was beautiful.

Adriana searched the depths of his hazel eyes. What she saw made her suspect Suzanne was right. In an odd way he did love her. But she knew nothing about this man. His desire, coming as it did amidst all the pain and struggle, frightened her to her core. She could feel his desire burning through her, felt him move to kiss her, but she couldn't allow that right now. She couldn't trust him. He had to explain, in detail, what was going on. Planting her hand firmly on his chest she told him, "We need to talk Mr. Adams."

The spell broken, he sat up, surveying the damage in the room. "Yes Adriana, we 'do' need to talk." Standing up he turned, offered his hand, pulling her to her feet. His humor was gone. His voice took on the unyielding tone she remembered from the interview. She shivered under his intent gaze. "You need a shower," he said further, "I'll get some clean towels. We can talk over food when you're done." He nudged her gently toward the bathroom. "Go on now. The towels will be on the sink." 

His dominant nature returned. What he wanted was not to send her to the shower, but to sprawl her over his knees and spank the ivory, plump globes of her ass, until she couldn't sit! The night wasn't over yet. That thought just might become a reality.

Edward made himself busy putting new linens on the bed and replacing the comforter. Reaching through the bathroom door to place the towels on the sink, he caught a Picasso-like glimpse of her naked body in the fractured pieces of the huge mirror. Through the steam on the shower glass, he watched her tilt her serene face up to the water, like a graceful crane. The soothing, cleansing water caused Adriana to emit tiny mewling sounds of pure pleasure. She arched her back. The hot water streamed in torrents over and between her milky breasts, rivulets sluicing down her body. Closing his eyes, he knew he had to walk away, or he would be in the shower with her.

Ten minutes later, Adriana emerged. Her damp skin was beyond pink, nearly red from the heat of the water, but she felt clean, refreshed, and almost ready to face Mr. Adams. Glancing at the shackle around her left ankle made her shiver as she started ticking off the facts that she already knew. Mr. Adams was stern, very dominant toward women; his authority was not to be questioned at any time. She had been drugged against her will, finding herself shackled to a bed, naked.

Examining the facts, she put them together like pieces of a puzzle. She realized then that the picture they created, was straight out of a series of very racy books she had read recently. The main character, a very rich man, is attracted to a college student, introducing her to an intensely erotic lifestyle, they fell in love, had a couple of kids, yada, yada, yada! Some of the similarities were strikingly funny. It was the use of drugs that Mr. Adams authorized, that didn't set well with her.

Adriana caught sight of herself in a fragment of the broken mirror. "You can do this!" repeating the mantra in her head. Her towel-dried hair was a mess. With no brush or comb available, she did what she could to tame it with her fingers. Wrapping a towel around herself, she gathered her strength to face her captor.

Mr. Adams was sitting on the bed cross-legged working with his blackberry, when she stepped back into the room. Looking up, he peered at her over the rim of his glasses. "Feel better?"

"Yes, thank you Mr. Adams." Her downcast eyes viewed an impromptu picnic spread out on the comforter. She tightened the towel around her as she approached the bed.




The Elite Broker Ch. 04



"I hope you like deli sandwiches. I think they're both clubs with the works."

"They'll be fine, I'm sure." Hesitating for a moment, the unwanted thought of drugs came to mind. It must have shown on her face.

"The food is fine!" Impatience flared in his voice. He understood her trepidation. His need to reassure her at ever turn however, was frustrating. Recovering his usual controlled composure, he said, "Sit down Adriana. Now!"

She jumped a little at his tone. Getting on the bed she crossed her legs to get comfortable. He made her feel like a child. But this is the man that made her heart flutter, had made her groin ache during the interview. Seeing his softer side earlier, allowed her to be more accepting, more receptive to his current commanding persona. At least it assured her that the man could be tender. 

Mr. Adams saw her startle at his command and her voluntary response. Reaching into the bag, he put a sandwich on a plate, handing it to her.

She took it from him greedily not waiting for him to set up his plate. Her fingers trembled as she tore into the wrapper.

The heavily fragrant aroma of olive oil, red wine vinegar and Italian spices, sprang into the air like a small explosion. Her stomach growled loudly, demanding food like a wild animal. Taking a large bite, some of the juices escaped her lips. Closing her eyes, she savored each flavor, every texture assaulting her tongue. The salty ham, bacon and smoked turkey were delicious, with the spicy bite of yellow pepper rings. All of it was heaven in her mouth. 

Mr. Adams watched her in fascination as she thoroughly enjoyed her meal. Who knew a deli sandwich could incite such culinary arousal? Munching his own sandwich, he found nearly the same satisfaction as Adriana had. It was good! But, Mike's Deli had always been his favorite.

Popping the top for her, he handed her a can of Coke. Gratefully, she took several long pulls of the icy drink. Then he placed a handful of grapes on her plate. Still enjoying her epicurean enthusiasm as she gobbled up the juicy red and green globes.

"Now that you have had the opportunity to get cleaned up and eat, I want you to tell me what you are feeling right now. What are your thoughts telling you Adriana?" his voice was smooth yet demanding.

She paused chewing on her last grape, attempting to speak the truth without drama. "I'm scared if that's what you're asking." That was easy enough for now.

"That's to be expected. I will get you past that. But do you have any idea of what all of this may be about yet? For you specifically?"

She stated all the facts, as she saw them, that she had pieced together earlier, omitting the contemptuous conversation with Suzanne. "...So, based on what I have seen and what I have read in books, I believe you like to control women and turn them into sex toys for your pleasure." That statement was a bit more difficult to express than her continuing fear. Speaking this candidly about sex had always made her nervous.

Her deductive reasoning impressed Mr. Adams. Given what she thought to be fact, she still remained on the bed beside him. "Very good Adriana. Now let me fill in the blanks for you. Elite Brokerage deals in all markets where buyers or sellers need our services. That includes sexually trained, professional women. Not prostitutes but well educated women in the workforce that are professionally trained by us, to please both men and women, while maintaining legitimate positions in the company. Some of our recruits serve here in the United States, while others work Internationally. Between the three offices we have over two hundred sexually trained women in our employ."

Not sure she wanted to hear any more, she put her hand up interrupting him. In a state of disbelief and astonishment, Adriana spat at him her disdain and condemnation, shrill to his ears, "Oh my God! You kidnap women, train them to be paid escorts and you want me to be one of those women?"