Sometimes more is said when nothing is spoken.“Where do I sit?” I asked Sheila as I leaned against the door frame at the entrance to the meeting h...ll and surveyed the room.“What do you mean? Why do you ask?” The Commander gave me a perplexed look.“At the last meeting, you told me I was to be reassigned and would no longer be your assistant, what is my status?” I studied Sheila’s face and tried to read her thoughts.“You’re in the Society. Do what needs to be done,” my boss replied.“A less than. The stone is legally mine. The wholesale price for this stone is 47,000 dollars in American funds. I am offering it to you for the same but in Canadian dollars." The figure I plucked out of his mind. It was also in the information we had found from the internet. This was a bargain and the man knew it. The stone would retail much higher but the merchant had to make money too. The entire diamond industry and its prices were artificially held in place. If many diamonds came on the market at one. The Wounded Warrior Project, a charity that started out right, was now paying out less than half of every dollar received, spending millions on advertising instead of helping people.He wondered what it took to set up a charity, or maybe a foundation of some kind. He started a list of questions he would have to get answered as he searched. Chris could probably refer him to a law firm that could help. He hit the speed dial for her apartment and waited as the phone rang.“You should come over in. "Don't stop. I enjoy it." Not half as much as you're going to enjoy this," she said as she tucked her knees against her breasts, and used her arms to hold me close. I slid my hands under her ass to give her leverage. We didn't talk more. The teasing had gotten the better of me, and as hard as I tried, I didn't last long.Megan just laughed at my attempt to apologize, saying she understood. "I got the best of that round," she giggled.We lay side by side on our backs, resting, too exhausted to.