marketing and promotions, with the tag line, “Our business is all about U .”
The stylish site seemed to match the personality he remembered, nothing out of place. “Oh, Lorna, haven’t you learned how to eat, drink and be merry?” Have sex to loosen you up . God, how she could loosen up.
Mitch coughed and sat up straight. He didn’t want to think of making love with Lorna and he certainly didn’t want to think of her parallel with anyone else.
Skipping out of her site, he searched up newspaper articles. He learned U was just three years old and already claimed some high-powered companies as clients. A boutique provider to the petroleum industry, Lorna made her mark in public relations by encouraging news stories about big oil in a positive light. So maybe we can assume she’s not driving a smart car or some electrical-powered hybrid, he smiled, remembering the big red diesel that crashed the passenger door.
“It’s important to keep my clients top-of-mind to the public, not just for the product they supply but for the massive innovations it took for them to provide it and the positive mass implications of those technologies.” He read a recent quote from a local paper Visionary Women . The article went on to feature several pictures of Lorna fashionable, chic with never so much as a wrinkle in her starched suits. She moved in high-end circles with her business clients.
Pretty classy . He paused to contemplate the fly resting in the middle of his white stucco ceiling. Just what I would have expected from the girl . But his mind fixated on the sealed record and orphaned beginnings. The path to Lorna wasn’t at all paved. There were definitely some graveled bits that didn’t seem to fit.
To think she’s all over this town and I never ran into her until I literally ran into her . Albeit in another city. Mitch scrolled the photos . She certainly doesn’t run with the same crowd I do.
Addressing the fly on the ceiling, Mitch said, “Well, I think this may be a good opportunity to run into Lorna again.”
Chapter Six
Aqua Oil’s ultra modern office in hues of greys and silver, interspersed with splashes of crude-oil-gold, suited the personality of the owner. As much as she appreciated the elegant lines, she was surprised he hadn’t pulled from his Oriental roots in some of the décor. Her heels clicked across the marble floor as she walked to the main reception to sign in.
A talent—secret—Lorna never revealed, even to Mariam, was her ability in computer hacking and hijacking—when required. Trained as a child criminal at the hands of her drug-dealing uncle’s questionable business associates, Lorna’s early-identified knack to “see” programmable mappings and read algorithms like other children the same age could read the alphabet became a lucrative asset to her guardian. While other kids watched Sesame Street , Lorna honed logical forms and computer translations to move money from one account to another, stealing people’s identities and their wealth. She could pick a pocket with a smile, and wave good-bye to the mark without their ever knowing the difference. Within an hour of stealing the wallet, she’d have gift and credit cards printed for distribution.
But when it tanked… no, I won’t think of it . She moved the memory back into its compartment and straightened her back, ignoring the reminder of the now painless scars which lay on her body. That’s all behind me now.
With her skills, she could have easily attended MIT, but in her quest to shed her former life and any connection to it, she pursued a different direction entirely. However, she did draw on these early abilities to ‘research’ new and potential clients.
The simple surface background check didn’t pull up much of interest about the sole owner and CEO of Aqua Oil, and she refrained from delving deeper. Was it really necessary to know everything about everyone? She had enough
The stylish site seemed to match the personality he remembered, nothing out of place. “Oh, Lorna, haven’t you learned how to eat, drink and be merry?” Have sex to loosen you up . God, how she could loosen up.
Mitch coughed and sat up straight. He didn’t want to think of making love with Lorna and he certainly didn’t want to think of her parallel with anyone else.
Skipping out of her site, he searched up newspaper articles. He learned U was just three years old and already claimed some high-powered companies as clients. A boutique provider to the petroleum industry, Lorna made her mark in public relations by encouraging news stories about big oil in a positive light. So maybe we can assume she’s not driving a smart car or some electrical-powered hybrid, he smiled, remembering the big red diesel that crashed the passenger door.
“It’s important to keep my clients top-of-mind to the public, not just for the product they supply but for the massive innovations it took for them to provide it and the positive mass implications of those technologies.” He read a recent quote from a local paper Visionary Women . The article went on to feature several pictures of Lorna fashionable, chic with never so much as a wrinkle in her starched suits. She moved in high-end circles with her business clients.
Pretty classy . He paused to contemplate the fly resting in the middle of his white stucco ceiling. Just what I would have expected from the girl . But his mind fixated on the sealed record and orphaned beginnings. The path to Lorna wasn’t at all paved. There were definitely some graveled bits that didn’t seem to fit.
To think she’s all over this town and I never ran into her until I literally ran into her . Albeit in another city. Mitch scrolled the photos . She certainly doesn’t run with the same crowd I do.
Addressing the fly on the ceiling, Mitch said, “Well, I think this may be a good opportunity to run into Lorna again.”
Chapter Six
Aqua Oil’s ultra modern office in hues of greys and silver, interspersed with splashes of crude-oil-gold, suited the personality of the owner. As much as she appreciated the elegant lines, she was surprised he hadn’t pulled from his Oriental roots in some of the décor. Her heels clicked across the marble floor as she walked to the main reception to sign in.
A talent—secret—Lorna never revealed, even to Mariam, was her ability in computer hacking and hijacking—when required. Trained as a child criminal at the hands of her drug-dealing uncle’s questionable business associates, Lorna’s early-identified knack to “see” programmable mappings and read algorithms like other children the same age could read the alphabet became a lucrative asset to her guardian. While other kids watched Sesame Street , Lorna honed logical forms and computer translations to move money from one account to another, stealing people’s identities and their wealth. She could pick a pocket with a smile, and wave good-bye to the mark without their ever knowing the difference. Within an hour of stealing the wallet, she’d have gift and credit cards printed for distribution.
But when it tanked… no, I won’t think of it . She moved the memory back into its compartment and straightened her back, ignoring the reminder of the now painless scars which lay on her body. That’s all behind me now.
With her skills, she could have easily attended MIT, but in her quest to shed her former life and any connection to it, she pursued a different direction entirely. However, she did draw on these early abilities to ‘research’ new and potential clients.
The simple surface background check didn’t pull up much of interest about the sole owner and CEO of Aqua Oil, and she refrained from delving deeper. Was it really necessary to know everything about everyone? She had enough
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