With a look of defeat she said, “Fine, I'll have another drink. And what makes you think I am not waiting for my husband?”“Let’s just say I ca... tell you have a date. And it isn’t with your husband. I’ll get your drink,” as I strode off to the bar again.A few minutes passed before I arrived with her glass of wine. I was feeling really good and really didn’t have a care in the world. The whiskey was working its magic.“So, what do you think? You enjoying the story?” I asked setting another glass. Well, you'll make lots of friends here. We're just one big happy... like I said before.Anyway, first things first. I have to give you a short test, to make certain you didn't, shall we say, "elaborate", on your credentials.Now, now. Please don't look so shocked. You'd be amazed at how many applicants we receive every day who claim to be experts in almost every aspect of business and finance and we've been fooled before. They usually crack up in their first real assignment. Makes us look pretty. Anything he was doing was not a trap in that sense. My financial 'stability, ' he explained, would enable them to continue the wonderful work that was their duty to give the cream of society. He told me how the invitation to me was only made after a 'serendipitous' discovery of a report detailing my ranking in the local business circles. He was sure I would be a most wonderfully benevolent benefactor of the school. They were so glad they had taken the unusual step of 'cold calling' a person of. Mileena laughed deviously and pulled up her pants as the man fell to the ground face first, unconscious.Mileena then proceeded to sneak out of the dungeon and made her way to her personal chambers. As she entered her room, her servant greeted her with surprise, "Mistress Mileena, I heard what happened. I thought you'd been imprisoned." The meekish caramel-skinned woman frantically straightened her skimpy slave garb."Those incompetent fools could never hold me." Mileena grabbed her sais and.