"I'm sorry to have to tell you that Richard Greaves had a fatal heart attack early this morning."With his first words I thought my time at the company...had reached its conclusion. I was surprised though only by the timing. All that left my head immediately I realised what he was saying. Richard was like a second father to me and although I knew he wasn't well this was one hell of a shock.Mark interrupted my thoughts when he said. "Anyway, we all know that you were doing most of his work lately. Looking down at my crotch then meeting my eyes, he smiled, "so now we know each others secrets". He had a frightening look in his eyes that I'd never seen before. It was like he was a different person, a man that took what he wanted and didn't care what anyone thought. I felt his grip tighten on my throat, causing fear to fill my body. He slowly bends down, putting his mouth against my ear and whispers, " I don't think you're ready for me...", he pauses to breath heavily, "I don't care if you. Hannah had asked John, Don, Lana and Ana to camp out in the studio that night and give her full reign of the 2nd floor that night. She had requested Ron stay close by though, should his pets get out of hand."Either match looks fine," she thought, "I'll just let Annie and Martha choose for themselves, I'll let them test them both out before we go up."Going over to Marilyn she said, "Annie and Martha are thirsty, spread your legs so they can have something to drink,"Marilyn looked angrily at her. "I'd rather learn how to be a cook, or a chef. I can already cook as good as Brenda can. Before, when I had my money, I was planning on opening my own restaurant. Not right away, because I knew I had to learn how to run a business first."If ever there was someone I'd have picked as being least likely to want to be a cook, it had to be Richard. Brenda's cooking had really surprised me, but not nearly as much as Richard was doing right then.Coincidentally, Grace was agonizing over needing to be.