"She picked up a wand from the bench and she waved it in the air and amirror appeared from thin air. It was an old looking mirror with a darkoak frame...and had some sort of carving around it. Steve felt himselfdrawn to the mirror and he stared into silvered surface. It appearedmisty and hard to see anything in it he was drawn to looking deeplyinto the mirror. The mirror started to clear and an image formed in thesurface. Steve was seeing a younger version of him self playing withthe local. He stuck his face down in my face and pulled a bottle from his pocket. It said Canadian Mist on the bottle. He turned it up and drank down most of it. Then stuck it in my face."Drink, all of it bitch." I don't know why but I opened my mouth just a little and he shoved the neck of the bottle back in my mouth. He upended it and drained it into my mouth. The taste was nasty and it burnt all the way down. I coughed and sputtered. He warned me if I puked it up he would kick the shit out of me. I. He also increased my salary. Later on the Friday, he called me in his cabin.Me: yes boss, you called me.Boss: yes darling. Come here. We are having one opportunity of foreign business which needs your help.Me: how?Boss: one of African country is looking for a local supplier from India.For the same, they are accessing companies. I had also quoted for the same. I had arranged for dinner tonight with their representatives.They are here only for next one day as they are returning on Sunday. So we. The sound of the phones was amazingly annoying.She didn't know what had happened to Nick. They had arrived here together and she had sat down at the computer. The last time she had seen him, he had been on the phone, yelling at someone.But that had been over an hour ago.Stephanie was taking some time on one of the phones. The beautiful brunette seemed to thrive on her job, she sparkled when she was in the middle of something, even the mundane paperwork that every cop groused about couldn't get.