”“Just keep my face out of it,” I said.She said, “It’s not your face I’m interested in.”~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~And now it’s Tuesday, and t...ere’s no turning back. Annie and I are in the conference suite. I’ve made sure the blinds are fully closed and the door’s locked. There’s quite a big table for just one, but at least it means there’s plenty of room for Annie to make herself at home underneath. At the far end of the room is a massive plasma screen that splits into lots of different images when. It had started seven weeks ago when she started receiving a flower every day from a secret admirer. A pink rose, a new one each morning, left in a different spot for her. Each one was fragrant, beautiful and fully open when she found it. Because it was already open it barely lasted the day, but that was all right because she received a new one each morning. At first the roses we anonymous, but soon they started coming with a small card attached. Each little note spoke of how beautiful her. Without waiting for an answer, Tommy popped open thescreen door and marched into the kitchen. “Jimmyaround,” he asked?“I’m sorry, Tom, but Jimmy and his dad went shoppingfor a new bike,” replied Mrs. Overton, “he should behome in an hour or so if you care to wait.”The teenager stood in the middle of the kitchen andpondered for a few seconds and answered back, “Yeah,I’ll wait, is it okay if I watch television in thebasement,” he. "Dan," I demanded. "What's the problem?" I was lighting the fire earlier and my necklace came loose. I can't get it out." My eyes drifted down her back as she spoke, until she looked back at me. Our grey eyes met, the symbol of the royal bloodline. Knowing I was at least a head taller than her, I knew what to do and Without a second thought, I reached into the fire amid her protests. "Sir, please, it's not your place!" My hand emerged less than a second later with the silver chain, the hook.