New Blood, New Targets

By Brian George

The Dream Team company's ethos is to expand their business whilst surviving against conventions. Their recruiting of like-minded souls has stood them in good stead over many years.

They fight injustices with complete disregard for laws and are passing this legacy onto their successors, t

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Universal Breakthrough
• Release date: Oct 22, 2021
• ISBN: 9781956094473

Brian George

Brian George. Born in 1953 in Surrey, England. Father Keith, an Aeronautical Engineer. Mother Pauline. A Tennis Coach. Had a good normal state education passing enough examinations to be accepted as Navigating Cadet in the British Merchant Navy. This despite being averse to any form of study related activity. Spent a year at The School of Navigation at Warsash, Southampton before being assigned as a cadet on the Blue Star Line vessel 'New Zealand Star on a voyage to New Zealand.A twelve year sea going career followed before coming ashore, getting married (again). Having two children and working for ten years in the Driving Tuition Industry. Returned to things nautical in the early nineteen nineties by joining HMCG, (Her Majesties Coast Guard) as a Watch Officer stationed at the Maritime Rescue Centre in Liverpool, England. Retired at 62 and spent several years living in Crete, returning to the UK in 2018 to help look after elderly parents. Now lives in Norwich, England and Oslo, Norway, maintaining strong connections with Crete. Brian is now seventy years old, but thanks to an active lifestyle doesn't feel a day over eighty five.

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New Blood, New Targets

Brian George

Copyright © 2021 Brian George.

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ISBN: 978-1-956094-48-0 (PB)

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Some characters and events in this book are fictitious and products of the author’s imagination. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1: Convalescence

Chapter 2: Youthful Progression

Chapter 3: The Interns

Chapter 4: Training Hard Together

Chapter 5: The Office Renewed

Chapter 6: Christmas is Coming

Chapter 7: Christmas and Pasts

Chapter 8: Messengers

Chapter 9: Matty’s First Business Trip

Chapter 10: Together Again

Chapter 11: Lines of Communication

Chapter 12: Tess and Ali

Chapter 13: Euro Property Scams

Chapter 14: Subtle Disruption

Chapter 15: The Cash Factories

Chapter 16: Plans, Plans, Plans

Chapter 17: Barry’s Fraud, Annie’s Revenge

Chapter 18: Back in the South of England

Chapter 19: The Chinese Connection

Chapter 20: Dubai Again

Chapter 21: Be Prepared

Chapter 22: Into the Mainland

Chapter 23: Like Father, Like Son

Chapter 24: Negotiations Over

Chapter 25: Clean Up and Party

Prologue

Annie was slightly ahead of Barry as they walked across the paved section at the front of the Hong Kong Renaissance Hotel. Somehow she sensed that something was wrong. After a moment two suited, stocky Chinese men came from behind a shuttle bus in front of the hotel and rushed to grab her, but Annie sensed the danger and dropped loosely as if in a freefall. It surprised her attackers enough for her to kick and sweep their legs, sending one of them falling onto the curb. The other guy drew a pistol from a holster inside his jacket and aimed at her, but Barry jumped on him and grabbed his wrist while Annie took another kick at the first assailant, connecting under his chin. On seeing his colleague unconscious in the gutter, and noticing one of their protector Mr. Weng’s security guys running towards them, he feared that he was going to be disappeared in the same manner as mainland Chinese state officers had in the past.

He wrestled himself free of Barry, aimed his gun at Annie, and pulled the trigger, but Barry had sensed his move and jumped forward. The loud report from the pistol echoed around the overhang of the hotel reception, and people and time seemed to stand still. Then Annie screamed as Barry fell, his chest and back exploding in two circles of blood before he hit the pavement. The MSS guy was standing, aiming at the bystanders with his weapon, and also at Weng’s bodyguard, whose pistol was aimed at him. He quickly looked down at his partner, and thought it too late to save him. To save himself he backed away, breaking into a run once behind the shuttle bus. Another three paces and he rounded the flower beds onto the hill road in front of the British Council offices, right before a rooftop sniper with a long-barreled rifle fired two shots in quick succession. His head and chest exploded from the hollow-point bullets, the momentum taking him into the flowerbeds and out of sight from the road.

Annie was still crying and shaking at Barry’s lifeless body when Weng Xu’s cleanup squad arrived, moving onlookers and tourists out of the way as if they were official police. The one thing that nobody could fathom was: who was the sniper? Whoever it was had ducked down behind the parapet high above the British Council offices and vanished.

Back at Barry and Annie’s office, their partner Stella’s phone rang soon after, and she put the company into full lockdown. The electronic shutters came down quickly. They were of the type that were perforated, so those inside could see out but those outside could not see in.

After Weng’s guy dragged Annie away from Barry’s body, she passed out in front of Weng before being removed through the rear entrance of the hotel and into a car that had been called.

Tommy Wu took control of the cleanup, and two of Weng’s guys came out of the hotel reception area holding movie cameras. Great take! they called out. We got it all. The tourists were hustled inside the reception area, given free drinks, and thanked for unwittingly playing their part as movie extras.

At the same time another limousine pulled up at the front of the hotel, and Barry’s body was hauled into the trunk and whisked away. Weng’s pickup truck guys followed and cleared the MSS dead, and very soon nothing could be seen of them. Within half an hour, nobody would have been the wiser as to what had happened there.

Tommy Wu got his men to film the reactions of the tourists, making light of the scene and assuring them that the realism was what they had wanted. His phone was constantly ringing, and he was obviously giving orders to others, but he made sure no one could hear him, covering the mouthpiece with his hand.

It seemed that Barry Parker had paid the ultimate sacrifice for his Queen Annie. It would, however, not be the end of his legacy. The businesses and the people that he loved would survive. His foresight had put many procedures in place, for they had never been a one-man band.

Chapter 1

Convalescence

Barry Parker woke up in a sweat. His dreams had been vivid. Two youngsters he thought were him and Annie had been running from State Security. His fear of being chased by his old enemies had upset his normally placid deme anor.

Almost one year after being shot by a member of the Chinese State Security during a snatch attempt on his partner Annie Xiao Ying, Barry Parker was convalescing in the Spanish sun at a rented apartment in the quiet beachside area at Elviria, just a few kilometers from Marbella. Barry had stepped in front of Annie and taken the bullet. Maybe he was born lucky, because the bullet had missed all his vital organs and passed out through his shoulder. He absolutely believed that the alchemy practiced on him during the long-life Taoist meditations had been the reason for his survival.

At the time of the shooting, Barry and Annie had been in the process of visiting Mr. Weng Xu at a hotel in Wan Chai, Hong Kong. Mr. Weng, head of a large local Tong, had already been preparing a false assassination attempt in line with a secret plan between Barry, Annie, and him for when they considered it time to go undercover for a while. On reflection, after the event, they now surmised that the Chinese MSS guys had decided to grab Annie for interrogation in a kidnap operation during that very subterfuge. The plan had been to create a kidnapping scene and film the incident, allowing Barry and Annie to extricate themselves and leave their Hong Kong business in the capable hands of their partners, Stella Relimi Okosa and Racel Chiambao. By leaving the business in the hands of a Nigerian and a Filipina, they would remove the key Chinese national and her lover from possible MSS influence.

Their other key Chinese partner, Lin Fu, had already left for London the day before. It was an emergency decision taken since they had uncovered government corruption in Manila with Chinese influence. As a result, they had come under surveillance, and it was safer for Lin Fu to leave entirely.

Apart from Barry and Annie, only Stella knew about the plan, and unbeknownst to her partners, she had arranged backup of her own. Stella had never been 100% sure about using a known mafia figure like Mr. Weng, and had arranged for a contact from her past to watch over them. Whenever Barry or Annie had reason to meet Mr. Weng, a trained sniper would occupy the opposite rooftop with a full view of the area in front of the hotel, and even into the bar and reception area through the glass frontage. This sniper, a Nigerian ex-British S.A.S. soldier, had known Stella since her youth, and on her relocation to Hong Kong had found her name amongst the files as a partner in the business owned by a British national, one Barry Parker. They had met in secret a few times, and Stella, with incredible prescience, had her own protection arrangements organized. Barry had trained her well to keep ahead of the opposition, no matter who they were.

After the shooting scene, Barry had been whisked away to a warehouse owned by Mr. Weng, where there was hidden a full hospital operating theater. Barry was very lucky that Mr. Weng’s people were experienced in this sort of trauma and had been quickly able to operate. Though the bullet had missed his vital organs, there was still much tissue and muscle damage that had to be repaired, and it would take a week before Barry came around enough and overcame the shock. He still had to wait to ensure that there was no further infection to the wounds, but he was fit for his age and, of course, protected by the alchemy of his Queen Bee: Annie Xiao Ying.

During the snatch attempt Annie had initially thought that it was part of their own plan, but out of the corner of her left eye she had seen Tommy Wu, Mr. Weng’s loyal fixer, also coming towards her. Her quickness of thought, natural agility, and martial arts training had made her instinctively drop and kick the first approaching MSS guy. That guy’s partner had been the unforeseen problem that made Barry join in the fight and take the bullet that had been meant for her. The second MSS agent was taken out by Stella’s pal up on the nearby roof. The sniper had sent Stella a coded phone message, and their company operations went into lockdown; all employees were kept safely inside, the security shields rolled down, and to any outsider the office building appeared closed and uninhabited.

Two weeks after the shooting, Barry and Annie were smuggled out of Hong Kong on a gas tanker bound for the Yemeni port of Bal Haf. From Bal Haf they took a forty-seater plane from the Yemgas airstrip via Yemen Air to Djibouti in East Africa. From Djibouti they took an Emirates first class flight to Dubai, and another onwards to Madrid. They were met at the Madrid airport by their old friend Freddie Painter, who had organized hotel accommodation. From there they had spoken to Lin Fu in London, who arranged a lease on the apartment they were now staying at in Elviria, southern Spain. Their protection arrangement with Mr. Weng had cost them two million Hong Kong dollars, which Barry had considered cheap compared to the British pound, and as him and Annie were thought to be completely out of service as far as the Chinese state was concerned, it was Mr. Weng who now had to bear the brunt of any inquiries from the authorities. Mr. Weng had his methods. All it took was money, along with some blackmail of a key official of the Communist Party on the mainland.

With the business again running smoothly in the capable hands of their partners, Barry and Annie could relax and still direct their operations remotely. Annie had to wait a good while for a new forged identity and a Spanish passport with residency that would give her access to most of the world with ease. She had played the part of a descendant of a Spanish escapee from the Civil War who had holed up in the Philippines. As a descendant of that heritage, she only had to stay two years for a full passport. That was why they now lived in Elviria. Their three-bedroom apartment was lavish, on a secure complex with a large terrace, communal pool, and sea view. The terrace had a sliding window system that had been fitted with bulletproof glass, for they didn’t want any snipers finding them. Since Stella had not told them of her friend yet, that part of their good luck was still a mystery. They had assumed that the sniper was one of Mr. Weng’s men, but when asked he denied any knowledge. His answer—that it was impossible for him to get access to the British Council building, and that was why he thought it was one of Barry’s team—seemed plausible enough to Barry and Annie.

Lin Fu, or Lin Fu Transett (her new married name), had become a British citizen by marriage, fast-tracked by money changing hands with an official at the British Home Office for the very small sum of twenty-five thousand pounds. Even her husband hadn’t thought that was possible, but Lin had got it done. He still had that blind faith in British officials being incorruptible, unlike those in the Third World. However, nothing surprised him with her friends, and he had always respected the way Barry did business. Lin Fu and her husband Morgan were visiting Barry and Annie at the moment. Lin had been advising Annie on the healing methods for his bullet wound. She had researched the recovery through her mentors at the Temple of the Celestial Cloud, now situated in Monterey, California, again carefully sited away from the influence of the Chinese Communist Party. The medical Qigong Masters in traumatology there had advised the strict physio training that Barry had to undergo daily. The complex where they now lived had a first-class gymnasium, which coupled with the large pool and Taoist meditations kept Barry and Annie busy. That didn’t stop the two couples from enjoying themselves at the nearby restaurants and bars in the evenings. There they could discuss their worldwide business interests and how to keep forward momentum. Figuring out opportunities for advancement for their employees was their next problem, for they didn’t want to stifle ambition and create problems in the future. That subject was on the agenda, along with a more personal report supplied by a private detective agency in the UK. Since the shooting in Hong Kong, it had been waiting for them.

Chapter 2

Youthful Progression

The two couples strolled out of their complex’s security gates and along the brow of a hill, the heat of the Spanish sun still warming the pavement in the early evening. They walked past the old Don Carlos Hotel, one of the first to be built in the Marbella area before the place became so popular with tourists. It almost seemed out of place, with its 1960s tower block style, but maybe that was what kept this particular area exclusive. After a fifteen-minute stroll for the rest of the way shaded by palm trees, they arrived at the small commercial zone just off the main highway into the town. They had reserved a table out on the edge of the terrace, where they got the best of the beautiful sunset. The Elviria restaurant was almost understated in its position at the corner plot, and with clever use of deckings and awnings it managed inside to appear exclusive and expensive while being accessible to locals and tourists a like.

The four beautiful soulmates were relaxed and tanned, with the two Chinese women elegantly dressed in pure white long summer dresses of local cotton fabric. Lin Fu’s hair had now grown, since a ritual cut for her marriage, cut at a slant into where her neck met her shoulders and curved around the back into a point at the center. As always, she was the epitome of gentility and poise. Annie, now Barry’s only love unless she insisted on his practicing Taoist ritual meditations, had become more imperious, more determined in the way she handled him. Since his injury she had governed his recuperation with an iron will. She knew how loose and laid back he could be if left to his own devices. She had badgered and cajoled him into daily training, slowly at first, but honing him over time into the solid, broad-chested, wide-shouldered figure that he now cut. There was a slight drop to his left shoulder from his bullet wound, and two big, round, puckered scars front and back with small suture marks. Annie worked on those with her energy healing techniques; they blended in, surrounded by his graying body hair, and were now less noticeable. At times, Barry felt some aches, but in general he was fully recovered.

During the exquisite meal and local wines, they chatted about the future of the company. One young person for whom they had all had great expectations was Wia Wia, the flower girl they had rescued in Hong Kong. Since Annie had hypnotized her to make her forget the trauma of seeing two Chinese agents shot and herself nearly killed, she had thrown herself into learning as much of the company’s business as possible. The reports from Stella and Racel, who had together taken her under their wing, had been glowing. She was still feisty and full of protest about the Chinese government’s interference in Hong Kong, but the others had managed to temper that rebellious streak and helped her learn how to deal with other cultures. She had somehow struck up a long-distance friendship with Mickey in Lagos and Susane in Sierra Leone, helping them trace products for shipping to Africa for sale. Racel had also taught her to search the rising market in her home city of Manila, and she had been particularly useful in identifying alternative suppliers away from the Chinese mainland. Her language skills had also grown; taking a leaf out of Annie’s book, she was now competent in Mandarin, her own Cantonese, English (like most Hong Kong natives), and some Tagalog. She was also attempting some Igbo and local patois in her fun chats online with Mickey and Susane.

Now, though, the four bosses had to discuss the findings of the private detective in England. The discovery that Barry had a son living in his old apartment in Essex had been a big surprise, and one that had tugged at Barry’s survival instinct during his period of recovery. It was an incentive to become a less involved director and get the company onto a more traditional platform. That was an area in which Morgan, Lin Fu’s husband, could help. Because of their history, there was no way that his merchant bank Mackeson & Mather could invest in any of Barry’s enterprises, but there was one way he could be of use: training a wild teenage boy from Essex.

Over the meal they discussed the reports from both London and Hong Kong. Barry had seen the photographs and DNA certificates that had confirmed him as the father of one Matthew Marriott, born in Basildon, Essex, England. His ex-wife Sharon had gone to some lengths to hide Matthew from Barry’s influence, especially after Barry had fled to Saudi Arabia to work after the collapse of his business. Matthew had been brought up by Sharon in quiet and sent to the private Brentwood School for his education. Sharon was an enterprising woman who had a hairdressing business and a number of salons and chairs rented out to other stylists. It was what had drawn Barry to her in the early years, but they had become incompatible because of Barry’s business failures and constant nights away from home. She must have been determined for Barry to have no influence on her son, because he had not yet even seen the boy, and agreed that it would be exceedingly difficult to become involved with him now. But somehow, Matthew had found out about Barry’s old apartment in Ingatestone, Essex, and used his own wiles to obtain keys from amongst some papers Sharon had hidden away. Eighteen years old, Matthew spent his time buying and selling his mother’s hairdressing products like gels and brushes. Eventually he had gone on to begin getting the products copied and put in forged packaging, hawking them around other similar salons. It was a business model that would get him into trouble after a while, and meant that he was also exposed to blackmail by some unscrupulous gangs in the London area. His obvious flair for business had been noticed by Barry’s informants, and Barry had arranged for a contact from his early years to buy up Matthew’s stock regularly and dispose of it.

Matthew Marriott had taken the keys to Barry’s old apartment and let himself in one weekend. All he had found there were old bills piled up on the doormat and a nice place, with only the basic furniture, an office desk, and an old computer set into a window alcove overlooking the local cricket pitch on the recreation ground nearby. It was an idyllic spot for a teenage boy seeking to set up on his own. He had read all the old mail and ascertained that somehow the bills had been paid through an old account until money had run out, and he had seen mail from Mackeson & Mather showing personal guarantee documents. From the tales about how Barry had disappeared, he had worked out what had happened and got the services reconnected as if he were a tenant. He cleaned the place up himself and moved in. He had no idea that he was being watched by Barry’s private detective, and that the other bills and papers had been recovered to make life easy for him.

Back in the meeting, Annie’s formidable sense of human nature came alive. We must put Wia and Matthew together and let nature take its course. She grinned, indulging her mischievous matchmaking sensuality.

Lin Fu laughed and agreed. Wia is at an age where she will be wanting to fall in love, but being Chinese, she will look for an older guy who has made his way, or one with a big future.

Barry and Morgan looked at each other in amazement at their partners’ scheming and smiled. Why don’t you two ask the runes and your crystals if these two teenagers will be good for us and themselves? Barry asked. Both him and Morgan loved the prescience that their women had attained as followers of the ancient ways, it had never failed to guide them yet, but it was Lin Fu who made them break into loud laughter. We already have. How do you think we came to nudge you to an agreement?

Morgan made his offer then to get both Matthew and Wia posts as interns at Mackeson & Mather. Wia would not be a problem, as she already worked for them in Hong Kong, and her father would be so proud for his daughter to be offered a chance at a prestigious financial institution. Matthew might be more difficult, but Barry thought of a way to get him interested.

The couples finished their meals and strolled back hand in hand to their apartment for coffee and some Don Carlos brandy on their terrace. Love was in the air, as the women wanted to settle the romantic affairs of two beautiful young souls. Barry and Morgan would also remember that night: the romance of the Spanish evening.

Chapter 3

The Interns

Since the young Matthew Marriott had started squatting in Barry Parker’s old apartment and become more independent of his mother’s influence, he had expanded his business of counterfeiting various hair salon products—or so he thought. He didn’t realize that his long-lost father’s company was the one buying up his stock. He had taken to drinking in a pub or two nearby on weekends and had gotten into a conversation with a couple of young city workers who had attempted to persuade him to join them in a dealing room. The promises of huge bonuses had piqued his interest, but Matthew was still apprehensive, telling the guys that he liked his independence, and anyway, his business was going well lately. He didn’t know that all of this was smoke and mirrors. He was being pl ayed.

Matthew kept up his resistance until one day he heard from his mother that the police fraud squad had been inquiring about the hair gels and shampoos her salons had been using. They had also hinted that some were being supplied to a well-known organized crime family from north London, who were not too pleased about being supplied with dodgy gear. The inquiries had freaked out Sharon, and she had given Matthew hell. It was after his mother’s panic about the possibility of heavies visiting her that Matthew began to ask the other guys about those trading jobs in London’s financial district. That was how he ended up in a city pub one lunchtime with Morgan Transett.

Morgan explained how some old school friends of his had recommended Matthew to him to learn the business of venture capitalism by working as an intern at his merchant bank. Morgan explained that he would be expected to study for an MBA along with another intern who was coming over from Hong Kong. They could apply to the same company for sponsorship, which would guarantee them work after they had learned the business and got their degrees. Matthew couldn’t believe his luck, especially as Morgan had said that he would handle the form filling and application to the sponsor company.

It was agreed that he would travel up to the city by train daily for the work, and Morgan asked if he had a spare room to let out for the other intern, hinting that Matthew would be repaying the bank for his internship. He explained that the Chinese girl who would be coming would be staying in a hotel at first, but that Matthew should get on with her as a colleague initially, then the bank would seek to persuade her to seek the cheaper option of staying in Essex and traveling together. Matthew was so keen to get this job and get his mother and the police off his back that he went along with the plans eagerly. Morgan’s subterfuge had been plotted by his wife, and it was Lin Fu who arranged all the sponsorship funding through her own private UK company, thereby keeping Barry’s influence secret from Mackeson & Mather. He had to accept that if inquiries were ever made about conflicts of interest, he could point to the fact that it had cost the bank nothing at all, and Lin Fu could get one of her supplier friends in China to take it over.

Wia Wia from Hong Kong was almost seventeen years old and looked less, but had a head for business on her shoulders from the lessons given her by Annie and Stella. She had also been advised by Lin Fu to expand her knowledge of the more spiritual aspects of life and follow a strict training regime when she got to London. She was encouraged to introduce her new colleague Matthew in basic Tai Chi when she got established. Wia arrived in the early days of August more than ready and eager to learn more. Lin Fu took her under her wing for the first month, showing her around London and generally acclimating her to her new surroundings. As every single person in the company was in awe of Lin Fu and treated her with reverence, the tales of the early days of the partners and their hardships had gradually become company folklore, and now getting to work under her wings was obviously a privilege for the young student. Lin Fu had also instilled in her the need to work on her soon-to-be colleague. She explained that as an English male teen he would be prone to some other influences, not always desirable ones, and that they had to temper those. She explained that sport would distract him at times, and to take an interest in that with him. Lin Fu explained that Wia and Matthew had been identified and chosen as the future leaders of the company of what was colloquially known amongst them as The Dream Team, but that Matthew was not as yet aware of their existence; it was up to Wia to gradually increase his awareness. This responsibility could have been quite daunting for a young girl, but she justified their faith in her every step of the way, and with such a joyful demeanor that Lin Fu wished she were the daughter she had never been able to have. This maternal feeling somehow rubbed off on her husband Morgan, and she became their surrogate daughter. Matthew Marriott, being the real son of Barry, had his future mapped out by Annie Xiao Ying, and the Gods of the universe would bring these souls together as if they were any other Asian arranged marriage.

In London merchant banks there is a general macho element and hard-nosed attitude that surprised Wia Wia at the start of her training. She observed others readily and took on board how some tried to bully and force the two new interns into taking part in some of the games and after-hours drinking. But Wia had grown up in a competitive city herself, and despite being of quite diminutive stature she could hold her own. She observed how easy it would have been for Matthew to have been induced into that peer pressure. Morgan watched this blooding of his interns, always bearing in mind that this was Barry Parker’s son and how ruthless Barry had been in the past. He was often torn in his mind about what they were doing, but always came back to the fact that the best thing that had ever happened to him, meeting his wife Lin Fu, would never have occurred without Barry and her friends. Their lives also were all about protecting her, and in that company of misfits, rogues, and rebels, the beggar’s banquet was how Barry often referred to them. She was also revered as a Goddess.

At their home, a swanky new apartment in a private gated community at Chelsea Reach, Morgan and Lin Fu sat outside on the broad balcony overlooking the River Thames and across to Pimlico. The summer sun was still warming the evening as they prepared to drink a Kir Royale. They were both reflecting on the plans for the youngsters that they now had responsibility for. Morgan shook his head slightly as Lin brought out the drinks, looking only at the tray and two flute glasses. It was just as Lin leaned across him to place the tray on the small table that her scent hit him. She rarely wore strong perfume, but the headiness of J’adore penetrated his senses and shook him out of his reverie. His wife, clad in a long black silk robe with a Chinese red dragon motif down one side and red high heels, floated across his vision and sat opposite. As she leaned towards him, her hand out for him to pass her glass, the robe opened slightly to expose her breasts, small and pert, and he could not help himself as his other hand reached inside to fondle. Lin breathed heavily, lifting her head, and sipped at her Kir. That moment of sensuality completely hypnotized Morgan before she stood and quickly placed her glass on the table, opening her robe just enough to readjust, and sat again. She crossed her legs, showing him the red shoes and more, then ran her long fingers up one calf before relaxing again back into the chair. Morgan never spoke, but had to physically rearrange his trousers as his wife teased