the planet knew all of his secrets and he was not being judged. For the first time in his life he simply was. At this moment the guard would have given Frankie anything he had asked for. Frankie leaned in closer and whispered to the man who now had a tear rolling down his cheek.
“You did not see me. You saw nothing at all.” Frankie began to release the guard and couldn’t help himself from leaning in one last time for one last hypnotic suggestion. “You are forgiven. Tonight you will do all those wild and crazy things with your wife and you will tell her over and over again how much you love her.” He couldn’t resist. It had nothing to do with the plan and was something he really tried not to do, but once Frankie had so much inside information on someone he just couldn’t stop himself from intervening in some way. He had felt the man’s guilt was making him hard and cold and unreachable. The world already had enough men like that. A few minutes passed and the security guard looked around curiously. For a second he was completely lost. What was he just thinking? He was remembering the night of passion but this time there was no guilt, only pleasure and how this passion belonged to his wife. He couldn’t wait to get home tonight for the first time in years. There was something else. A small framed man, but no that wasn’t possible. He was alone and he shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the elevators. By this time Frankie was long gone and heading up into the heart of the beast. He tried hard not to laugh at how easy this assignment was going. He knew the dangers of being too smug. The next step would be a little more difficult but he was not afraid. Celine was nowhere near her office at this time of day. Knowing what he did about her she was most likely locked away in the labs a few kilometers away. The elevator stopped at the fifth floor and he walked boldly up to the assistant’s desk. Sitting there was a pretty young woman with a black bob that was classic vogue with a sharp angle that danced on the top of her lovely shoulders. She was most definitely French and extremely composed with an air of utter indifference. He smiled again. Celine loved to surround herself with pretty things, whether it was furniture, clothing, or people, Celine could not abide anything that was not beautiful. The woman looked up and gave him a very practiced and very fixed professional smile. He did not give her time to speak.
“Where’s Elllen?” He demanded in an uncompromising tone.
“I’m sorry sir, but Ellen is not here. She left early today. Can I leave a message for her?” Her voice was velvet and she smelled like brown sugar and lemon.
“What do you mean she’s not here? She’s always here!” He was all but yelling now. The young woman glanced at her phone which was just within reach. Frankie guessed her thoughts and placed himself between her and a call for help.
“If Ellen isn’t here then I would know about it, now why don’t you tell me what the Hell is really going on? He moved in a few inches but the woman was not afraid and did not budge. Working for Celgen was training enough for keeping the uninvited and the undesirables at bay. She raised her perfectly manicured nails to the lapel of her pink blouse as if the act gave her another measure of confidence.
“I’m sorry sir.” She spoke with absolute condescension. “Who might you be and where is your pass?” She was practically scolding him now. “No one is allowed in here without a pass, I don’t even know how you-” Frankie shouted and cut her off completely.
“Who am I?” His face began to turn red. “Who am I? You had better be joking and if you are it is not very funny at all!” He had worked himself up into a fit. “Who the hell are you and where is Ellen?” He moved in closer to her now. He was staring straight through her and though he was beginning to frighten her a little, she could not help but feel a perverse attraction
“You did not see me. You saw nothing at all.” Frankie began to release the guard and couldn’t help himself from leaning in one last time for one last hypnotic suggestion. “You are forgiven. Tonight you will do all those wild and crazy things with your wife and you will tell her over and over again how much you love her.” He couldn’t resist. It had nothing to do with the plan and was something he really tried not to do, but once Frankie had so much inside information on someone he just couldn’t stop himself from intervening in some way. He had felt the man’s guilt was making him hard and cold and unreachable. The world already had enough men like that. A few minutes passed and the security guard looked around curiously. For a second he was completely lost. What was he just thinking? He was remembering the night of passion but this time there was no guilt, only pleasure and how this passion belonged to his wife. He couldn’t wait to get home tonight for the first time in years. There was something else. A small framed man, but no that wasn’t possible. He was alone and he shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the elevators. By this time Frankie was long gone and heading up into the heart of the beast. He tried hard not to laugh at how easy this assignment was going. He knew the dangers of being too smug. The next step would be a little more difficult but he was not afraid. Celine was nowhere near her office at this time of day. Knowing what he did about her she was most likely locked away in the labs a few kilometers away. The elevator stopped at the fifth floor and he walked boldly up to the assistant’s desk. Sitting there was a pretty young woman with a black bob that was classic vogue with a sharp angle that danced on the top of her lovely shoulders. She was most definitely French and extremely composed with an air of utter indifference. He smiled again. Celine loved to surround herself with pretty things, whether it was furniture, clothing, or people, Celine could not abide anything that was not beautiful. The woman looked up and gave him a very practiced and very fixed professional smile. He did not give her time to speak.
“Where’s Elllen?” He demanded in an uncompromising tone.
“I’m sorry sir, but Ellen is not here. She left early today. Can I leave a message for her?” Her voice was velvet and she smelled like brown sugar and lemon.
“What do you mean she’s not here? She’s always here!” He was all but yelling now. The young woman glanced at her phone which was just within reach. Frankie guessed her thoughts and placed himself between her and a call for help.
“If Ellen isn’t here then I would know about it, now why don’t you tell me what the Hell is really going on? He moved in a few inches but the woman was not afraid and did not budge. Working for Celgen was training enough for keeping the uninvited and the undesirables at bay. She raised her perfectly manicured nails to the lapel of her pink blouse as if the act gave her another measure of confidence.
“I’m sorry sir.” She spoke with absolute condescension. “Who might you be and where is your pass?” She was practically scolding him now. “No one is allowed in here without a pass, I don’t even know how you-” Frankie shouted and cut her off completely.
“Who am I?” His face began to turn red. “Who am I? You had better be joking and if you are it is not very funny at all!” He had worked himself up into a fit. “Who the hell are you and where is Ellen?” He moved in closer to her now. He was staring straight through her and though he was beginning to frighten her a little, she could not help but feel a perverse attraction
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