Who stood to lose the most? What recourse was left for the one expecting to be chosen?Who was harmed and who stood to gain if someone else was the bi-...artisan choice to succeed Val Buena?There had been three real attempts on my life, and that wasn't counting Jason. Someone or some ones really wanted me dead. Who had access to all the details, all the time, and who could arrange to move pieces into place to take me and Charles out? If this person, or people, were willing to kill on such a scale. Then he repeated the process. Kara took another drag on her cigarette and casually blew out the smoke. She liked watching him perform on her, appreciating her body properly. Too many guys go too fast. They underestimate the power of foreplay. She loved it. She both wanted to mother him and screw him all the same. Pete looked up at her silently. She kissed him, smoke breath and all. They lapped up each other’s tongues for a few moments, then parted, looking at each other. Kara finally put out. .. err ... yeah...” Erica was caught, entranced in Demie’s hypnotic eyes.I moved forward, pulling Demie back from the ensorcelled woman. “Demie, don’t kill her,” I hissed.She raised two fingers in the scout salute. “I swear I won’t kill her ... happy?”“Um, yeah...” I replied, confused, and let go.Demie returned to her target. Erica tried to kiss her and I almost screamed to keep her from the kiss of death, but Demie turned her head aside, moving to lick Erica’s neck. The MILF moaned.Just then I. Her beautiful red hair flowed over her bare shoulders, and her large green eyes smoldered as she surveyed the room searching for her victim.Mark, the president of the company, was an older, gray haired man who had a reputation of being Mr. Straight As An Arrow. Tonight, Selena was going to prove that the arrow could be bent and in the process, a new woman executive would rise up through the ranks.She grabbed two martinis and found her way over to Mark who was standing alone. She couldn’t help.