It wasn’t his only trick, it just seems that way now that we’re close to the end. He got to Victor, too, and ensured the knowledge he needed was h...idden. Released at the right time should things progress down this path. There were other paths, Gene, I don’t know all of them. They either failed or events played out differently. Quick arranged many redundancies into this plan. We only know this one because, so far, we’ve survived.”Gene muttered something under his breath but said no more.The calm. “The Norse god of chaos? I think he’s the perfect symbol for you.”“No kidding. That’s why I have a bronze figure of him in the case with the rest of my spiritual items.”“You aren’t going to get past this until you get past THAT. She did her best to make her point to you, didn’t she?”I chuckled, “Yes. That was a very un-nun-like thing to do.”“And yet?”“I still have these stupid blinders on.”“And because of that, you see younger girls as potential repeats. Think about what you said you would. "She then whispered hoarsely, "I am sure you would enjoy...the sight."She looked at me at that moment and she had caught me staring. I was looking at the shape of her tits. They were big but as she turned our eyes caught each other. I was caught and I did not want to come on too strong and scare her away before the week started, "Erm, sorry, I just can't help but notice that you have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen. Sorry if I was staring."She blushed and flashed her eyelashes as she. I tried not to think about the consequences, because it would scare the spit out of me.My audience was one woman, four men and Sean, who already knew. I examined the five. Three of the men I might have approached as potential clients. The fourth was Francis Costello from the local paper. The woman was clearly paired with the star of the bunch, Michael Gordon of the Wall Street Journal. I had the hook. I just needed the bait."Gentlemen, Miss Smith, I am Sheila Schwartz, soon to be.