The office computers saved the work she did on CAD every fifteen minutes automatically; still, it was safer to save it manually, so she did and closed...the folder before she walked across to Mr. Marcus' office.Brayden Marcus was in his mid-to late-forties. Belle couldn't tell exactly but that was her guess. He had jet-black hair that was being slowly invaded by white strands, starting around the temple. He was five-feet-eight, lean and fit with a thick mustache and a constant, stoic expression.. There was only one safe passage through the pass for a horse, though a man on foot had many more choices. I decided that the thing for me to do was to leave my horse where he was and to travel on foot through the pass, but high enough on the wall that I would not be noticed. It was either that, or let the bandits go through the pass before I tried to follow them. The latter was not an option, so I prepared to follow them on foot.I gathered up some food, my water canteen (which I filled), my. This bowling alley is near a navy base, and often times you have their newer recruits killing time there. I wanted to try something kinda different.It had been days since her work assignments, and I was craving something on a different page anyway. While we were bowling together, there were a lot of acquaintances we both knew there, so the game was casual at best, we just chatted most of the time. There were some of these recruits (seamen?) next lane and they were just playing their own game. Nÿte sat on a black metal throne surrounded by a pile of human skulls. She was absolutely terrifying — the archetypal demon. Her black eyes absorbed all light, like a pair of black holes. Leathery black wings were folded behind her. She wore a baroque basque and thigh length black leather boots. She sat casually on the throne while projecting the authority of a monarch.Despite her intimidating appearance, Phil couldn't deny she was also intensely alluring. She had a perfect hourglass figure.