" My voice just seems to trail away once more. How unconvincing I must sound. Or do I? How do you sound when your wife has vanished?Borland opens a fi...e and shuffles paper. She begins. Her questions come thick and fast. She's reaching into every nook and cranny. It's like I'm in some detective drama. But then, I suppose I am...Jenny's name, address, age, nationality, date of birth, age, height, religion? What was her native language, which languages did she speak? What's her accent? Her email. Louise had never spoken to her since, though Kevin kept on 'phoning and asking for another date. The thought of Kevin led her into another fantasy where a well-hung male slave, vasectomised of course, had to pleasure her whenever she wanted.The other interesting fact she discovered was that Kobekistan was an absolute monarchy in the most literal sense of the words. Her father, the Emir, ruled the country by his will alone. Whatever he said was law; there was no parliament and they held no. In the end, Jack admitted that he had grown to rely on her far too much to reverse course at this point. Even aside from how much he wanted to keep her around because of the very non-platonic way she was making him feel, it was no exaggeration to say that the company would literally fall apart without her. She was too valuable to him as she was now, for myriad reasons, and so he tentatively decided not to upset the status quo."Ok Alani, we'll give this a try. But, you have to make sure that. Her only consolation was that the ‘Gabby’ sticker had been peeled off her shirt and slapped over her vulva. Perhaps for sanitary reasons rather than dignity, but she was willing to take any little win.Her coworkers began streaming inside the conference room, expressing their hunger and greeting Abby either by the wrong name or the borderline derogatory nickname of 'sushi girl', which she hoped wouldn’t stick.“Ow!”“Hey, careful,” some random coworker reprimanded. It felt like weeks since she had.