’ ‘Now, you’re not here to relax. You’re here to help me and Victor, and you’re here to do what I tell you. Eventually you’ll know what ne...ds to be done, and I’ll expect you to do it automatically. Victor’s OK with the idea, so the only person I need to talk to is your Spokeswoman. I don’t know if she has any other ideas about where you should live, but if I have my way, you’re staying here.’ With that Cecilia told Maria Elena to stand up and look at herself in the mirror. The prisoner looked. To my astonishment I didn’t have problems understanding one of the words frequently used in the conversation, maybe because it was my own name. Azem disconnected as soon as he had noticed me. ‘How was the work day, my little comedian?’ He cooed. ‘I’ll light the candles and bring the champagne, yes?’ ‘My today’s report sucked,’ I grumbled. ‘But let’s not move the work issues to the bedroom.’ ‘You seem a little nervous. Did something happen? Is there anything you would like to tell me?’ He tried. Satisifed with the look, I left work and headed to the Doctor. My hands shook as I drove there, at several junctions I nearly turned round and headed home, knowing Tom would be home at 7, I should really go buy something nice for dinner and get ready for a night in but I kept driving to the Doctors. As I checked in and sat in the waiting room my heart was racing, my hands were damp and my breathing rapid. Get a grip, I thought to myself, just then my name appeared on the screen and I shakily. Given his good nature and inability to deny them anything it was pretty much a slam-dunk; sex and sweet talk didn't hurt either. Their web site had done well in its beta testing and the date was set for it to go live. Their outing was scheduled to coincide with the site's opening and was choreographed more like a PR appearance than a night on the town."Is this really necessary?" Evan asked for the fourth time as the tailor measured his inseam once more. "I understand looking nice, but isn't.