"That sounds great, thanks." Stacy leaned over his desk, intentionallyexposing her cleavage with a smile."I'll be right back." While she was gone Mich...el decided he'd better get agrip on the situation, so he pulled out the departmental manual and began toget acquainted with his new department. On his desk he noticed a nail fileand absentmindedly began to shape his nails. "These really do need somework", he noted.As Stacy returned and set down Michael's coffee refill she smiled. "Thosenails. He had a cottage and was looking for a man to join him on the weekends in the summer. Maybe being by the beach was what interested me? I was now into my 40's, while he was 60 and retired (but working part-time for fun). He admitted in his profile that he was a bit overweight and when we had coffee together he was indeed rather large. But I went with him the following week anyways. His cottage was on the water but quite private so we were able to spend the day hanging out by the water and. At least let her listen to it. She came and sat behind him so that their backs were almost touching each other. Dhondu began his story.“My real name is Dharmendra Kumar after that the great actor. But no one calls me that as it’s not a good name for a servant. I lost both my parents by the age of 5 and was sent to my uncle’s home. But he too was very poor. So he ‘sold’ me to be the servant of Thakur ji which was actually a blessing in disguise.They made me work hard but still treated me very. ”Lucas leaned back and stared up at Kington. “I thought every contingency was covered. What happened?”Kington frowned. He took it as a personal failure. “The daughter was gone by the time our people got to the apartment. Lightfoot must have taken her with him. We think he was tipped off.”“By whom?” Lucas demanded.“We’re working on it. Should know before the end of the day.”Clive Barrett nodded in agreement.Lucas picked up the phone. “Marcie, I need to see the President.” He waited, then nodded..