After day passed I started wishing her good morning, in return she wished me from that day we rated jogging together,then we introduced each other, af...er introduction I came to know she is staying in one of the apartment which is on 100 feet road, and she is 34 year with 2 kids,her husband is also a software professional (will travel most of the time), after started talking, I got to know she is more talkative and very jovial lady,days passes exchanged our number and her usual text me daily. On her somewhat faded shirt wasthe Goldshire Pictures logo and she had a small earpiece nestled behindher brown hair which occasionally beeped as it relayed a call or pieceof information into her ear."Right, sorry, I got held up. I don't know where that assistant of minewandered off to," she said sheepishly as she walked over to the computerterminal and tried to assume a dignified formal stance."Kimiyo? I think I saw her delivering a crate over to studio six acrossthe lot," the jet-haired man. ”Lara staggered to her feet arms still tied behind her back. The big bald American suddenly clicked open her manacles; allowing her arms to straighten Lara rubbing her wrists.“Don’t even think of going for the door,” he said menacingly into her ear.She smelt his rancid cigar breath, his bulk aging but still lethal. What had turned him this way she wondered? Too many covert ops when age or sex of the targets didn’t matter? Until finally he flipped, stopped reporting in and went rouge? The Yank. With assurances he meant nothing untoward by it, he made a point of making some slight but flattering reference to my looks. More than once I returned home to inspect myself in the mirror. Apparently he was seeing something that I wasn't.I rather enjoyed Paul's attention. We grew to be, if not friends, at least close colleagues. He told me it felt good to have someone to confide in about the failure of his marriage.One day he asked me, "Helen, may I ask you a question?" Well, you can ASK Paul,".