Vladimir laughed to himself. As if he really cared about Josh’s dad or his business, like Stefan had dropped a word here and there. No, his mission ...as the president, and compromising the daughter was the right way to go. Whatever crap the president had to worry about was nothing compared to the girl. No father who cared about his daughter would ignore this, and no question she mattered to him. Every distraction counted, the bigger and more personal, the better.There was a side benefit, too. To. It took all his concentration to remember the gun. The desk was too far away.No, not the desk. Under the couch.Will forced his hand to the right. A little further... He collapsed to his side; his lungs wheezed.There, just reach... Got it.Now LIFT.Will sighted down the barrel, the world beyond a shifting blur. He rolled onto his back, feeling every bone protest as it shifted and settled. But his arms somehow came up, and the dark blur came to be centered. Will blinked; his vision cleared. There's a changing booth right over there." She pointed to the left and back of Maren.I waited impatiently for her to come out. When she did, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She looked stunning in the light gray very revealing suit, even though she looked uncomfortable in it. Not in the sense of ill fitting, more like she felt embarrassed. Quickly, she said, "I'll try another one on."She stepped out not too much later in a shiny wet look black bathing suit. She looked good in this one as. I'll do anything you ask of me. Please just let me go!" Motioning her head toward the guards they soon released Darren and helped him back to the table. The woman seated herself and handed Darren the phone. You will call your friends and inform them that you will be back tomorrow. I don't care what you tell them as to why you are gone but not one word of where you are or what is going on, if you do, well lets just say tomorrow you want be using those hands again. Is that clear?" "Yes.