That would include the offices and all the entrances and halls. I wanted to have a cover if someone said we were acting unprofessionally or if someone...got too aggressive with a prisoner. Shorty walked back in with a handful of files and we sat down at the table and started going through them."Shorty, this intake clerk was recommended by Mrs. Hawkins. I want him gone today so you better get ready to fire him. I don't know what relation to that woman he is, but nobody puts a recorder in my office. He lay very still, and then he took a huge breath and opened his eyes. It was then that I saw some clear thing over his eye and small glowing things the color of blood on the side of his head by his eye. I stood there like a frightened rabbit, just looking at him as he took several deep breaths, closing his eyes each time.Then, he saw me. He sat up quickly, and I stepped back, drawing my knife from its cover that hung around my neck.He stared at my knife and said something in a language I could. For a gangster." Yeah." They'd certainly sweeten the pot here. But Mr. Phillips..." Yeah." It won't hurt to ask. Just make it clear it's just a suggestion, nothing you want to push." I'll start with that." Or if Jerry Bremer's such a charmer, maybe we could set up a meeting; let Mr. Phillips feel him out." Wouldn't that be presumptuous?" You don't think Mr. Phillips is strong enough to tell the gangster to fuck off?" They laughed."Maybe not a good idea. Phil's a bear, but I can't imagine Jerry. A date with one of The Saturdays. It was practically any red blooded male’s dream. They were the most popular UK girl group and like any good girl group they all looked sexy as hell.Picking up the phone you had to see if this was a legit offer or if someone was pulling my leg. Dialing the number you waited while the phone rang until a cheery voice picked up on the other end.“Hello, One Heart Charity, I’m Melissa. How may I help you?”“Hi Melissa” you started out a bit nervously, “I received this.