number of his own under tutor and then put her
number into his under student . He hoped no one would find
her phone, but if they did it wouldn't be enough to link him to
her. If it was found, it would be her fault if they thought she was
in a relationship with a wealthy elder man. He knew, given the
nature of their communication and the messages he intended to send
her that it would be the most likely assumption others would leap
to, but any reputation loss would be her own making. She asked him
to teach her.
With nothing else
to do but wait for his assistant and team to report in, he loaded
the files he had on Amelia. The basic details had come in the
evening he'd requested them, like her age, her parents and all her
exam results, as well as her finances, spending habits and
political leanings.
Since then several
more files had arrived, including a description of each of her
novels. They'd been checked for code words already, which is how
he'd known about her upcoming release and its similarity to real
world events, but he now had a full synopsis for each. On top of
that he had every photo of her ever taken and put on a computer or
developed, every comment she'd ever posted in a forum or social
network, and every email, text or instant message she'd ever
sent.
Someone had
already been through the raw data files and copied relevant
conversation chunks and messages into sub categories, which ranged
from her political opinions to her relationships and sexual
interests and even her fears and dreams in life.
By the end of the
evening Mycroft had scanned through it all. He had raised his
eyebrows when he came across the photos of her modelling underwear,
taken on an old phone, when she was still a teenager. The phone had
been registered to her boyfriend at the time and the originals no
longer existed. As soon as he saw them he instructed the informant
to delete all copies and records of the photos from everywhere but
Mycroft's own files.
He knew this was
doing Amelia a service in helping her hide a skeleton in her closet
but he also knew it gave him more power over her. He now had the
only copies.
Since her first
few weeks at university she'd been significantly more careful,
probably due to the sexual assault she'd suffered on her fifth day.
She hadn't ever reported the incident but she'd mentioned it to an
internet friend on facebook. Given her reclusive personality, and
how she'd gone from almost constantly dating to being single until
she met her husband several years later, he was inclined to believe
the account.
For a twenty-nine
year old she'd lived through a varied amount of good and bad. She'd
grown up poor to begin with before her father's fortunes had
improved, so she wasn't spoilt. She had a younger brother but
didn't talk to him much and she'd travelled to a few countries but
nothing out of the ordinary. She'd always known she wanted to be a
writer, and pursued her career relentlessly, despite doing well in
the more academic subjects in school, especially maths.
Mycroft found her
lack of friends interesting. She'd already mentioned she didn't
enjoy the social side of her profession but she handled people well
and had been an extroverted individual until her husband had died.
Ever since then she'd withdrawn and kept to herself in the
apartment they'd bought together, although signs of her socialising
less had started to show in her years at Uni. He knew both would
come down to her own feelings of hurt. It would make her guarded
with her heart towards him and gave him more confidence to proceed
teaching her. It also made her request to learn more genuine and
increased it as the main motivation behind her pleasantness and
willingness to cooperate.
Now he had the
entire picture of her life, he was impressed with her. She'd
reacted well to bad situations and shown she could handle
emotionally stressful events without falling apart. And, despite
being an artistic person with a fairly typical creative
personality, she
number into his under student . He hoped no one would find
her phone, but if they did it wouldn't be enough to link him to
her. If it was found, it would be her fault if they thought she was
in a relationship with a wealthy elder man. He knew, given the
nature of their communication and the messages he intended to send
her that it would be the most likely assumption others would leap
to, but any reputation loss would be her own making. She asked him
to teach her.
With nothing else
to do but wait for his assistant and team to report in, he loaded
the files he had on Amelia. The basic details had come in the
evening he'd requested them, like her age, her parents and all her
exam results, as well as her finances, spending habits and
political leanings.
Since then several
more files had arrived, including a description of each of her
novels. They'd been checked for code words already, which is how
he'd known about her upcoming release and its similarity to real
world events, but he now had a full synopsis for each. On top of
that he had every photo of her ever taken and put on a computer or
developed, every comment she'd ever posted in a forum or social
network, and every email, text or instant message she'd ever
sent.
Someone had
already been through the raw data files and copied relevant
conversation chunks and messages into sub categories, which ranged
from her political opinions to her relationships and sexual
interests and even her fears and dreams in life.
By the end of the
evening Mycroft had scanned through it all. He had raised his
eyebrows when he came across the photos of her modelling underwear,
taken on an old phone, when she was still a teenager. The phone had
been registered to her boyfriend at the time and the originals no
longer existed. As soon as he saw them he instructed the informant
to delete all copies and records of the photos from everywhere but
Mycroft's own files.
He knew this was
doing Amelia a service in helping her hide a skeleton in her closet
but he also knew it gave him more power over her. He now had the
only copies.
Since her first
few weeks at university she'd been significantly more careful,
probably due to the sexual assault she'd suffered on her fifth day.
She hadn't ever reported the incident but she'd mentioned it to an
internet friend on facebook. Given her reclusive personality, and
how she'd gone from almost constantly dating to being single until
she met her husband several years later, he was inclined to believe
the account.
For a twenty-nine
year old she'd lived through a varied amount of good and bad. She'd
grown up poor to begin with before her father's fortunes had
improved, so she wasn't spoilt. She had a younger brother but
didn't talk to him much and she'd travelled to a few countries but
nothing out of the ordinary. She'd always known she wanted to be a
writer, and pursued her career relentlessly, despite doing well in
the more academic subjects in school, especially maths.
Mycroft found her
lack of friends interesting. She'd already mentioned she didn't
enjoy the social side of her profession but she handled people well
and had been an extroverted individual until her husband had died.
Ever since then she'd withdrawn and kept to herself in the
apartment they'd bought together, although signs of her socialising
less had started to show in her years at Uni. He knew both would
come down to her own feelings of hurt. It would make her guarded
with her heart towards him and gave him more confidence to proceed
teaching her. It also made her request to learn more genuine and
increased it as the main motivation behind her pleasantness and
willingness to cooperate.
Now he had the
entire picture of her life, he was impressed with her. She'd
reacted well to bad situations and shown she could handle
emotionally stressful events without falling apart. And, despite
being an artistic person with a fairly typical creative
personality, she
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