Jordanturned around to face an enormous security guard."My name is Jordan Golden," he said, trying to hide the fear. "I was veryrecently hired." I don...t think so," the guard said. "I'm afraid you will have to come withme." He led down a corridor to an office and a fate Jordan was sure would beunpleasant.* * *Several minutes later, the guard and Jordan were standing in an executiveoffice, not unlike the ones found at most corporate workplaces. A sign read"Managing-Director" on the desk, and a. She'd learned since that his pronunciation wasn't all that good – her teacher in Regensburg had complained that she had a horrible American accent, and had done what he could to flush it out of her, but even now no Frenchman would mistake her for being French.It could have been worse. Her Spanish teacher at Regensburg, Herr Fretillo, who spoke beautiful Castilian, had complained that somehow she managed both an American and a Mexican accent at the same time. This was, not surprising since she'd. Almost too shocked to admit it, but given she knew your name it was no use denying it, you nodded. "Well, I've heard from a friend that it's your birthday soon, so we've been asked to arrange a special present for you. You're not going to be swimming today - at least not in the pool. We're going to have a squirt party by ourselves, right here in the locker room." You gasped. This had long been one of your innermost fantasies, but had never thought it might actually happen. Bobbi grabbed your. I had had a questioning look on my face when Karl told me of his plan. Picking up on my expression, Almira tapped my nose with her finger and said, “You’ll enjoy this, I assure you!” She added a grin and a wink.When I came down into the hall, Karl was there in blazer and slacks, and Almira sat just inside the lounge in a full-length, black leather coat. The only hints of things to come were the high heels and gladiator-style webbing of the boots that ran up under the hem of her coat.A taxi.