"Oh, please, I know the media inside and out. I know who runs the country,the banks. I can also get you somebody the world wants to see snuffed--hasfo... a long time. More than me, really." Debbie and I exchanged looks,we weren't sure. "We're um, kinda in trouble if we let you go, you know?We just shredded Vieira, sliced and diced Behar, and cooked Jones to a crisp.We can't let you go now. It would have to be something so big--!" Shewas right. I began to turn my back and walk out when I heard.... We went to the office next. I don’t like entering the office in disguise but with Cinnamon guarding the front door, I closed and locked mine so I could open the vault.I still remember the first time Dag opened the vault in my presence. I knew we had servers someplace, but I had always thought they were offsite. Dag punched numbers in on his television remote control and a wall beside his desk opened, revealing a room bigger than my reception area/office. The room is temperature controlled with. It was more money and I thought it would be much better than the work I was doing, so I looked into what courses the local college was running. They had a ten week course starting in a couple of weeks later, it was just what I needed and the timing was perfect.When I got home from work that night I told my husband Martin about the job offer and the night school course. He as always, was very enthusiastic and encouraged me to go for it. That was Martin all over back then, he was always so. As we reach the entrance to the restrooms, I turn to you and take a moment to enjoy the view that every guy in the room had just been treated to. Your blouse and bra underneath have both completely soaked through, and the cold liquid has made your perky little nipples stand out so prominently on your soft bountiful breasts. I pull my faded blue football shirt up over my head and hand it to you, telling you to go change into something dry before we go home. You reach to me and rake your nails.