Soforia's Hypnotic Silken Web

As she brushed her hair Police Officer DarcyCosgrove looked in the mirror and saw a beautiful woman. She had always beentold she was pretty or cute, and she never really believed it. But now somehowthings seemed different. She put down the comb, and adjusted the crystal pendantaround her neck. It was her new good luck charm.

She had found the crystal at a crime scene last month. Police procedure dictatedthat the pendant be bagged for evidence, but once she picked it up she foundthat she couldn’t let it go. Now she always wore it, even in uniform. Shenoticed both men and women attracted to the way it reflected light, would stopto look and comment.

As she left her apartment, Darcy felt confident, beautiful and in control of herlife for the first time ever.

Gary Leach was having a bad day. He didn’t think he had ever felt worse. Firsthis roommate had let Gary know that he would be late with his half of the rent,again. Then Gary’s car had a flat tire making him 30 minutes late for his job.And he was miserable in that job, taking any and all kinds of abuse from theflying public while he was supposed to wear a stupid smile and be exceedinglypolite, regardless of how much customers mistreated him.

After a morning of delays, cancellations and screaming customers, he couldn’t take it any more.He was going to let loose on the next customer who was even slightly out of line. He didn’t care if it cost him his job;it would at least save his sanity.

Ready for the next customer, he looked up and found himself staring into the deep blue eyes of Miranda McCollins.

I'd like to upgrade to First Class," said Miranda in her honey sweet voice.

Gary said nothing. He was staring into Miranda’s deep blue eyes, oblivious tohis surroundings.

"Excuse me," Miranda repeated. "I’d like to upgrade to First Class."

Gary finally managed to break eye contact. He shook his head and tried to focus.

"Sorry ma'am, daydreaming," he explained as he took her ticket.

"Not at all," smiled Miranda. "It happens all the time," she added silently.

Gary looked at his screen. "Would you like to use your miles to upgrade, Ms.McCollins?"

"No thank you. Just upgrade me please, Gary," she said reading his name badge.

"That’s it!" thought Gary. "I've had it." He started to yell but stoppedsuddenly. Once again he found himself entranced by Miranda’s blue eyes.

As he stood there silently,captivated by her eyes, Miranda grinned and said, "You would like to make mehappy, right Gary. You want to make me happy. You need to make me happy,"Miranda repeated suggestion over and over as her blue eyes stared back into his.Gary was overwhelmed. Her eyes. Her voice. All he could think of was that hewanted her to be happy.

"Upgrade me and make me happy, Gary," Miranda said in a whisper.

Totally mesmerized, Garytyped a few keystrokes on his terminal.

"Oh, and make it a window seat," she added with a giggle. Gary dutifullycomplied. Still entranced he handed her the new ticket.

"Thank you, Gary. And now for being so good as to obey my suggestions, I willleave you a gift. Every time you think of me and how you made me so happy, youwill feel more happy and relaxed than you have ever felt before. Do youunderstand?"

Gary nodded slowly.

"Perfect. Bye."

As Miranda swayed down the concourse, she drew a great deal of attention. Mencraned their necks just to catch a glimpse of her. Disaster was barely averted,when a utility cart operator so intent on watching Miranda’s legs nearly plowedinto a group of Japanese tourists. After that Miranda toned her walk down a bit,but not too much. She didn’t want anyone to get hurt, but, after all, she saidto herself, "A girl still likes to be noticed."

Upon reaching her gate, she sat down, crossed her legs, and tried to get alittle work done before her flight departed. She pulled out her laptop,

inserted one of her favotire Sinatra CDs, puton headphones and started to look over some earnings reports. While her blueeyes poured data, her foot rocked back and forth to the beat the music. Thisintoxicating sight could not be ignored, and soon all the other passengerswaiting to depart stared in awe. They stared intently at Miranda’s long legs,her lovely feet, and her captivating shoes.

As she continued to rock her foot Miranda’s shoe started to come loose. Soon itwas dangling by just her toes. Men held their breath the entire concourse wasmesmerized, as they looked on and became spellbound by her shoe. Lost in timethey watched the shoe finally swing off her foot and drop to the floor.

Amad scramble for the shoe ensued. Ted Carter, steel manufacturing executive formPittsburgh, was the lucky one. Lying in the dirt of the airport floor he staredwondrously at the shoe he held in his hands.

Miranda cleared her throat.

Ted still stared at the shoe.

"A little help, please," Miranda said and she extended her leg towards Ted. Herbeautiful foot was just inches from his face. He gingerly slid the shoe back onto Miranda’s foot.

"Thank You," Miranda said and she wiggled her toes with glee.

Just then the announcement for First Class passengers to board was made. Mirandastood up and walked towards the boarding ramp. Ted remained motionless on thefloor, following her with his eyes until she disappeared from sight.

Miranda had many reasons for flying First Class. As the CEO of a high profilecompany like themarket.com, it was expected. It also gave her the room to crossand display her shapely legs. Finally the people she met were much moreinteresting and had much more to offer. For example last month on a returnflight from New York, she had the good fortune to sit next to a book editor fromRandom House. By the time they deplaned, the editor was consumed with the ideaof publishing a book by Miranda.

No such luck today. The seat next to Miranda remained vacant, though many apassenger who walked by clearly would have loved to sit down. The door to thegate was closed and the plane prepared to pull away, when a great pounding andmuffled shouts could be heard from outside the plane. The flight attendantsopened the door and a furious man burst through.

"Try and leave with out me, will you? Do you know who I am?" He tossed histicket at the attendant and sat down next to Miranda. "Bring me a drink, now,"he bellowed.

Miranda could not believe her great luck. She was sitting next to John

Roberts, CEO of Texatron.Legendary for his aggressive/borderline management style, and outrageoustreatment of employees his behavior had been even more abysmal and disgracefulsince his company’s stock had hit a 52 week low.

Miranda had always wanted to get inside his head. Now with his proximity to her,the droning of the jet engines, and the alcohol, Miranda was presented with theperfect opportunity.

Thirty minutes into the flight Miranda ordered a gin and tonic. Whenthe flight attendant returned with it, Miranda reached right in front of John’sface.

It was working His eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to her champagne colorednails, her sparkling diamond bracelet, and an her sapphire ring. His eyes lockedon her hand and followed it to her face as she raised the drink to her lips.

"So do you like my nails," Miranda asked coyly?

He said nothing while continuing to stare at them.

They are a shimmery champagne designed to delight and invite, distract andattract. A very special color just for you," Miranda giggled, while Robertscontinued to stare on.

"Shimmery and glimmery… Invite and delight… Attract and distract…" she repeated.Roberts couldn’t move. He couldn’t blink. He couldn’t look away.

"Very good now, John. You are deeply under my spell. I am going to help younow." Roberts remained silent.

"And you will find that all of my suggestions and commands are truly your owndeepest desire. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. The way you treat other people is ruining your company and causing thestock to plummet. From now on you will be extremely considerate of other people,especially women."

"I will be extremely considerate of other people, especially women," repliedRoberts.

"And," Miranda continued, "You are deeply in love with me. Your love for meconsumes you. It knows no bounds and there is nothing you would not do for me.When I am not around you will be constantly thinking of me."

"I am deeply in love with you."

"When you are asleep you will dream of me and when you are awake you will hearmy voice in your mind. When I count to three you will fall into a deep andnatural sleep. When you awaken you not remember any of these events but you willrespond to all the commands that I have given you. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Delightful. But first, John, I want you to give me your MasterCard." Robertsopened his wallet and handed Miranda the credit card.

With a big grin on her face Miranda said, "Good. Now 1...2...3.... sleep." AndRoberts slept more soundly peacefully than he had in years.

As the sleeping executive dreamed of Miranda, she swiped the credit card throughthe air phone and dialed Mark at the office.

"Themarket.com,Mark Anderson speaking."

"Mark, how wonderful to hear your voice."

"Miranda, I thought you'd be on the plane by now. Is there a problem?"

"I'm calling from the plane, silly."

"But you're the one who always is reminding us to pinch pennies."

"Special circumstances. I needed to talk to you."

"Okay, What’s up, boss?"

"Listen closely. Relax and go into Deep Hypnosis for me."

There was silence on the other end of the line.

"While I am away I want you to work very hard for me."

"Yes, Miranda."

"And the harder the work, the more deeply you will love me. And the more youlove me the harder you will work to love me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Miranda"

"Oh, Mark. You are such an adorable assistant. Go now, and make me very happyand proud."

"Yes, Miranda."

Miranda hung up the phone and looked at her watch. She still had three hoursbefore the flight landed. She looked at the credit card again and had an idea.She had not spoken to her college roommate Samantha since she had moved to NewZealand. She swiped the card again and had the operator connect her to Aucklandinformation. And for the next 3 hours Miranda and Samantha reminisced abouttheir college days all on thanks to the generosity of John Roberts and Texatron.

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"Mr. Roberts, please wake up. The plane has landed," said the flight attendantas she lightly tapped his shoulder. Roberts awoke. He had not had such a goodsleep in a long time. He looked at the empty seat next to the window.

"Funny," he thought. "Someone was next to me on the flight, but I can’t seem to remember who it was. But that’s impossible, if someone had been sitting there, they could not have gotten out of their seat while I was still here. He leaned over into the unoccupied seat and detected a faint trace of perfume. Suddenly, John felt his heart pounding. His mind was racing. He remembered it all now. He remembered how much he loved Miranda.

Miranda made her way down the concourses of Dulles Airport.

Men on the East Coast wereno less susceptible to her charms as their stares bore out.

Upon reaching the luggage carousel, Miranda sized up the situation. She wouldhave to lug her bags back a considerable distance to the car rental counter. Shewas feeling al little tired after her flight. Instead of carrying her bags shehad another idea, She scanned the crowd, spotted a likely subject and walkedright up to him.

"I need you to do me a favor," Miranda said in a most persuasive voice.

Donald Slatter, Mid Atlantic regional sales manager for a major bookstore chain,stared into Miranda’s and simply nodded yes.

"Good. Grab that black suitcase and the garment bag just after it." She extendedher hand and pointed with her finger, her fingernail shimmering in the light.Donald silently complied.

"Now follow me." And Donald followed unquestioningly.

Miranda arrived at the car rental counter with Donald in tow.

"How may I help you," inquired the clerk.

"Miranda McCollins, I have a reservation."

The clerk punched a few keystrokes. Yes, Ms. McCollins. We have a blue Geo Metrofor you today."

"Actually, Amanda," Miranda said, again making use of the clerk’s name badge."I’d like to have something more in keeping with my style, some sort ofconvertible, I suppose."

"I’ll see what I can do, but I can’t make any promises. Let me have yourlicense and credit card." As Miranda handed the ID and card to her, Amandacould help but notice Miranda’s large sapphire ring. She stopped and stared.

"Oh I, see you noticed my ring," Miranda purred. "It is so very blue.

So deeply blue like thedeep blue sea…relaxing you so much…floating on the deep blue see…just drift andfloat away…look at my ring and just float way… look at my ring feel yourselffloat away… float away… float away..."

Amada was staring intently at the ring but barely breathing.

"Float away… float away…float away," Miranda’s voice echoed Amanda’s empty mind

"Now Amada, about that convertible," Miranda said triumphantly.

"Yes, you can have it," replied Amanda

"And at the cost of the Geo?" Amanda typed a few more keys.

"Yes ma’am."

"Delightful. Now, Amanda, I know you to look away from the ring and into eyes."Amanda eyes moved slowly from the blue jewel to Miranda’s eyes.

"Whenever you see something blue it will remind you of me, my blue eyes and bluering and your will fell so good and relaxed."

"Yes, ma’am."

"Very Good." Miranda signed the contract and took the keys. "Luggage boy,follow me." Donald had been quietly standing behind her the whole time stillholding the luggage. Ordinarily by now, his arms would be tired and he wouldneed to put the bags down, but deep under Miranda’s spell he didn’t feel but thejoy of serving Miranda.

Miranda made her way to the rental car lot. Donald carefully places the bags inher trunk and then awaited further orders.

"You have done very well, luggage boy. When I snap my finders you will awaken.You will remember everything that has happened and you will be completely inenthralled with me forever. She stood on her tippy toes, leaned up and kissedhis cheek,

"Remember me, always," she whispered in his ear.

She got in the car and put the top down and snapped her fingers as she droveaway. Donald became aware that instant, and found himself on his knees beggingMiranda to come back.

Miranda drove down into town. Even with the top down her hair seemed to stayperfectly in place. She maneuvered in and out of

traffic with ease. Once shewas in DC all the lights were green for her.

In due time she arrived ather favorite hotel. Three valet attendants raced to open her car door. Shetossed the keys in the air and a scuffle broke out for them.

Miranda crossed the lobby to the front desk. Her heels making a distinctiveclicking as she crossed the marble floors, drawing attention and appreciativestares.

"Ahh, Ms. McCollins. As always it is an honor and privilege to have you as ourguest."

"Please, Benito. You know to call me, Miranda."

"Of course, Miranda." The mention of her name made him smile. "The PresidentialSuite is yours as always under our standard arrangement." The standardarrangement gave Miranda use the suite and the rate of the lowest room in thehouse. He looked over Miranda’s shoulder and saw a smiling bellhop withMiranda’s bags.

"I see some one has won the honor of carrying your bags." Miranda turned to seethe lucky young man who would accompany her to the suite. Room.

"Yes," she smiled knowingly, "It is quite an honor."

Brian couldn’t believe his eyes or his good fortune as he carried the bags forthis most beautiful woman. Her legs. Her figure. Her hair. Her lips. And most ofall her eyes. It didn’t even occur to him that he was acting rudely by staringat her. Miranda, of course, didn’t mind; she enjoyed every minute of it. Brianwas hoping that the elevator would get stuck, so he could spend even more timewith Miranda.

Unfortunately, the elevator opened on Miranda’s floor. Brian led her to thesuite. He brought in her bags and hopefully asked, "Can I show you around thesuite."

"Thanks," saidMiranda, "But I’ve stayed here before."

A look ofdisappointment covered his face.

"Oh, I’m sorry.

Let me make it up to you," Miranda said reaching into her bag as she walkedtowards him.

"Th-That’s okay Idon’t need a tip," Brian stuttered.

Miranda beamed."No, of course, you don’t want a tip. But you would like to look at this." Sheproduced a crystal pendant from her bag and dangled it before him.

"Tell me, Brian,"she brushed a nail against his name badge as she spoke, "Do you like mycrystal?"

"Yes," he replied

"And you like theway the light reflects off my crystal"

"Yes."

"And you like towatch the crystal spin and spin…around and around….so pretty…so relaxing….sounable to look away from my spinning crystal…around and around andaround….spinning and reflecting…spinning and reflecting…" She watched his eyesglaze over and his mouth slightly open. "Gotcha," she laughed. Brian did notrespond he just continued to stare at the spinning jewel.

"Now then, Brian,do you think I am beautiful."

"Of course."

"Reallybeautiful?"

"Yes."

"Think hard. Have

you ever seen a woman as beautiful as I am?"

"No."

"And don’t youfeel so grateful, for being able to look at me?"

"Yes."

"Just being in my glorious presence, makes you so appreciative, you’d doanything I ask, wouldn’t you?"

"Yes."

"I am really so incredibly beautiful. Try and think of all other women you haveknown. Deep down, you know, I am the only you care about. You feel so gratefuljust being in my presence."

Brian was mesmerized and motionless. Miranda continued casting her spell.

"It feels so good, so right, to obey me and to please me. There is nothing youwouldn’t do for me."

"Obey and please," Brian nodded slowly.

"And what doesyour subconscious tell you to do to please me?" Miranda asked.

Brian kneltbefore Miranda and gently kissed the top of each of her shoes.

"I guess you gota tip after all," Miranda laughed. "You may go now, but remember always that youbelong to me."

"Yes, ma’am." AndBrian left.

Miranda unpacked flipped on CNBC and watched the ticker flip by she placedherself in a light trance as she watched the stock prices flow by while thesound was muted. Twenty minutes later there was a knock at the door. Mirandaopened the door and found herself staring back into the emerald green eyes ofRegina Hart.

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On the other side of the country Darcy Cosgrove looked at the duty schedule. Forthe 3rd week in a row she had gotten the Monday-Friday dayshift; her night andweekends were free. This was simply amazing. Since she had joined the force, theduty sergeant, a jerk who didn’t think women should be on the force, had givenher weekends or the graveyard at every opportunity.

This did not go unnoticed by on her fellow officers. Jack Ryan, miffed at notbeing able to see his kids for the third weekend in a row made a crack to Darcyabout sleeping with the Sarge.

Darcy turned to Jack. "Would you care to repeat that, Jack?"

"He started to speak, but Darcy’s pendant caught his eye. "It’s just, uh, notfair…." His voice trailed off. He couldn’t look away form the pendant. Itconsumed his mind. So deep and blue. Like her eyes. He forgot what he was goingto say. He just looked at her pendant.

"Well, I think its fair," said Darcy.

No response. Just staring.

"Oh, you men. I’ve taken a lot of crap from all of you, it’s only fair that Iget a few breaks now, do you hear?"

"It’s only fair," said Jack in an even voice.

"What is wrong with you?" shouted Darcy.

"I drink too much. I cheat on my taxes. I’m taking kickbacks from the dealersin-"

"Shut up!" yelled Darcy. And don’t bother me any more.

Jack walked away without speaking. Darcy fingered her pendant and tried tofigure out just what the hell was going on.

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Regina Hart had no idea why she knocked on that hotel room door. She recognizedMiranda as she opened the door, but before Regina could speak or act, Mirandasaid "Relax and go into deep hypnosis for me."

Regina’s eyes closed.

"Now, why don’t come in, Regina?"

Amonth ago Miranda had barely stopped Regina, or the Queen of Hearts, as she wasknown, form taking over the minds and fortunes of the most powerful men in thecity. After defeating her, Miranda discovered

That Regina had beentrained by an organization that recruited and trained attractive women in the art of hypno-seduction.

Miranda had arranged for Regina be acquitted of all charges. Then operating under Miranda’spost-hypnotic suggestions, The Queen of Hearts would recruit Miranda for thesame organization that had trained her

"So, Regina. How is our plan going?"

"Very, well Miranda. You have a meeting at 11:00am tomorrow at HMC’s officeswith one of our recruiters." She told Miranda the address. "Like you instructedI told them your name is Monique Jaffe, and your are originally from Shreveport,Louisiana, and I met you while I was in California, and I am convinced you’llmake an excellent recruit."

"Very good, Regina. Now tell me what have you been up to?" Miranda had to letRegina continue with her plans of controlling men’s minds lest her superiors getsuspicious, but she also wanted to limit the amount of trouble Regina couldcause. So Miranda had given The Queen of Hearts, a posthypnotic command to onlytarget those men who were already of questionable moral value. Miranda figuredthat those men deserved what they got.

"Oh, Miranda, honey, I’m having the time of my life. First there's thistelevangelist, but instead of God or money, he’s worshipping me, now.

And you should see what I make this tobacco company CEO do. It’s positively evil.

Miranda smiled, "Well done then. And as a reward for doing such a good job, I’msure you won’t mind rubbing my feet. After all it’s been a long day.

"Not at all, replied Regina."

Miranda sat on the bed and continued to watch CNBC, as Regina kneeled, removedMiranda’s shoes and gently rubbed her feet. While her feet did ache from thelong day, Miranda was much more enjoying the fact that The Queen of Hearts, whohad recently plotted to enslave her, was now reduced to being her foot slave.

Eventually, Miranda grew sleepy. She dismissed the queen with orders to remembernothing of her visit, but to remain deeply under her control.

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Regina had sense of coming to as she exited the hotel. She saw the valet boys.And the valet boys couldn’t help but notice her.

"That red haired one is cute," she thought "I really could use my own valet." AsRegina prepared to entice the young valet into her serve, another thoughtsuddenly came over her mind. She had read that the Saudi Arabian Oil Ministerwas in town. Now that was a man who could shower a girl with gifts. So Reginahailed a cab and left the red haired valet behind.

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The following morning Miranda decided to take a cab to her meeting. She didn’twant her rental car traced back to her real identity. Miranda was used tostopping traffic, but when she hailed a cab, she caused traffic to literallybackup. Two cabs that had already passed her, slammed on their brakes, andstarted backing up, racing each other for the privilege of transporting Miranda.

Suppressing a giggle Miranda chose the first cab, and in a matter of minutes shewas outside

A short time later Miranda was standing outside a brick building inGeorgetown. A plate on the building read "HMC International, Inc."

Miranda took a deep breath, but on her most dazzling smile andentered the building. A young man in glasses sitting behind a desk roseimmediately upon seeing Miranda.

"Good Morning,how may I help you?"

"I’m MoniqueJaffe, I have an 11 o’clock appointment."

"Very nice tomeet, you Ms. Jaffe. I’m Dan. Here’s an application to fill out, let me knowwhen you are done."

"Thank You, Dan,"Miranda said locking her eyes on to his. As she took the clipboard from him, shebrushed her hand against his. Dan could have sworn he almost felt a charge.

She took a seatin full view of Dan, and slowly and deliberately crossed her legs. She waswearing one of her favorite black minis this morning, and it was fast becomingone of Dan’s favorites as well. He was now getting no work done; all hisattention was on Miranda.

The application was standard fare: name,education, and job history. Miranda had crafted an entire history for "MoniqueJaffe" complete with real live people who would "confirm" her store if herreferences were checked.

"I’m done Dan,"said Miranda as she handed the application back to him. Again she left her handbrush his, and again Dan’s heart skipped a beat.

"V-very good, nowif you’ll just follow me, Ms. Jaffe."

"Oh please callme Monique," she replied with a big smile.

Dan smiledsheepishly, "Okay, Monique."

Dan led her to asmall office.

"Have a seat,Monique. I am going to give you a test now. Don’t worry there are no right orwrong answers, we just want to see what sort of personality you have so we havea better idea of where to place you in our organization."

"Of course," said Miranda/Monique.

"I’ll be back in30 minutes. Don’t worry if you don’t finish, that’s part of the test as well."

"Okay, thanks."

Dan closed thedoor. What was it about this girl? He could barely tear himself away from her.

Miranda openedthe test. It was immediately apparent form the first question what HMC waslooking for.

1. Which word describes how others see you?

a)Motivated

b)Charming

c)Unassuming

d)Serious

e)Oblivious

Miranda smiled as she marked "b" for her answer. She was going to scoreperfectly on this test. They would simply have to have her. She finished with 15minutes to go. Instead of waiting quietly, she decided to walk around and see ifshe could learn anything interesting.

Unfortunately as she started walking down the hall she noticedsecurity cameras, and if a few seconds Dan showed up.

"Monique, I asked you to stay in the room. You really shouldn’t wanderaround alone."

Miranda reached out and straightened Dan’s tie. "I’m not in trouble amI?" she asked.

"N-No not at all," he sputtered.

"Good," Miranda said picking off a piece of invisible lint from hislapel. "I wouldn’t want to be a bother."

"Really, it’s okay," said a highly excited Dan.

"So what’s next? Asked Miranda.

"Next?" said a befuddled Dan. He couldn’t get his mind off of Miranda.

"Yes, I’m done my test, silly," and she giggled at him.

"Right," said Scott slowly regaining his faculties. "We have one morestop before you meet with Mr. Smith. This way, please."

Scott led Miranda into another small office. Miranda saw an inkpad andbecame alarmed.

"You’re going to fingerprint me?" she asked.

"Don’t’ be alarmed, it’s just procedure.

Miranda had successfully being fingerprinted all her life. Even whenshe got her securities license, she successfully avoided it, although there wasan SEC clerk who would swear up and down that he really had fingerprinted her.

For a moment Miranda thought of putting Dan under and giving him thememory of taking her fingerprints. Given Dan’s current state of mind that posedno problem at all. But the security cameras did. So Miranda reluctantlycomplied.

After she was done, Scott directed her to washroom so she could cleanup.

Now it was time to meet Mr. Smith. Scott escorted her to a largeoffice with a window overlooking K Street.

"Mr. Smith, allow me to introduce Monique Jaffe."

"Nice to meet you," Miranda smiled and offered her hand to him.

Smith remained seated.

After an awkward pause Dan said, "Well I’ll be going know."

Miranda sat down. She was intrigued by Smith’s reaction. Most men shewas around had increased heart rate and respiration, some even had increasedperspiration. Smith remained calm and cool.

"Well, now, Ms. Jaffe. I see you were recommended by Regina. How muchdid she tell you about our organization?"

"Just that you were looking for intelligent, attractive women willingto travel to fill some consulting positions."

"Consulting, yes," Smith smiled. It was the first time he haddisplayed any emotions. "I’ll be quite frank, Ms. Jaffe. We hire the mostintelligent, beautiful and charming women, to steal for us?"

Miranda remained silent.

"Shocked are you? We will train you to be the most persuasive,irresistible, enchanting lady and then point you at one of our targets.Government, Military, Industrial Espionage. Wealthy and powerful men, who underthe proper conditions and circumstances will allow or even willing turn overtheir wealth and secrets.

"The proper conditions being seduced by me?"

"Yes. Oh don’t worry there’s no sex involved, unless of course youwant to indulge yourself. This is just a matter of manipulating minds andemotions. You have the obvious physical characteristics necessary and I waswatching you with Dan. You show a great aptitude for the "mental" challenges ofthis job as well."

"Sounds very interesting," said Miranda.

"And rewarding as well," said Smith.

"Well, I definitely like the idea of being a ‘consultant’," saidMiranda.

"Excellent," said Smith. We need a day to process your information.Can you return tomorrow morning at the same time?"

"Delighted to do so," said Miranda putting on her dazzling smileagain.

Smith seemed unaffected by her display. "Good then I’ll see youtomorrow at 11." Again he did not rise or offer his hand.

The whole time Miranda/Monique was in Smith’s office, Dan couldn’t help thinkingabout her. He knew organization rules were strict about fraternizing with thehelp, and he never had any trouble obeying the rules before, but there wassomething special about her.

And all of a sudden there she was again, standing right before him.

"Oh, dear. Let me help you with this Dan," and again Miranda started tostraighten his tie. This time with both hands. She leaned in close. He couldsmell her perfume. Her lips were just inches away from his.

"M-Monique, I was wond—"

"There all better now. Bye now, Dan. I’ll see you tomorrow. She blew him a kissand walked out the door.

A dazed and befuddled Dan could only stare and watch her disappear.

Miranda had the cabby drop her off at a K Street restaurant and bar thatlobbyists and other powerbrokers frequented

"Do not worry, miss. I will wait for you. Foras long as it takes," said the cabbie eagerly.

"That won’t benecessary," replied Miranda. She flashed her perfect smile and stared deeplyinto the cabby’s eyes. That settled the matter of the fare and the tip.

As soon asMiranda entered the establishment, heads turned and conversations stopped. Sheglanced about the interior and spotted a group of potential subjects. Shewalked purposefully to their table, and announced in her irresistable voice, "Iam looking for a gentleman to accompany me this evening. Can any of you assistme?"

Six mouthsremained closed while a dozen eyes couldn’t look away. The men sat therestupified by Miranda’s. She smiled at their helplessness.

"Come now, boys.I can’t believe no one wants to volunteer to spend some quality time with me,"she purred.

"Me…I’ve got anexpense account…Do you want to meet the President." They were all shouting atonce.

Miranda giggled,"Now boys one at a time." She extended her graceful hand and pointed a long andshimmering nail to the man on far the left. "I’m a lawyer. I have a PT Cruiser.I like long walks---"

"Next," Mirandacut him off and she pointed to man next to him. This progressed around the tableeach man silently waiting his turn to plead his case.

When the last man finished Miranda said, "Well this is all so wonderful, but Iwill take you, Roger." she pointed the drug company lobbyist. "Get me a lemonade.You can get yourself one as well, and then meet me in the back. I‘ll get us abooth."

Without speaking, Roger gotup to go to the bar. The rest of the men were crestfallen. Their hearts had beenbroken.

"Now, now. There should never be any long faces when I am around. Even if youaren’t my coming with me tonight. You’ve spent a five wonderful 5 minutes withme. A five minutes that you will treasure for the rest of your lives." She blewthem a kiss ,their hearts skipped and they smiled and they did remember heralways

Miranda was in abooth but seated in such a way that Roger couldn’t help but stare at them as heapprocahed the booth. He slowed down to a standstill. Drinks in his handswatching Miranda’s legs.

"Come now Roger mustn’t keep me waiting," Miranda explained. Roger began tomove again. He put the drinks down and took his seat. He watched as she liftedthe drink to her ruby red lips. The drink hit the spot She had had a long day.Now back to business.

"Roger, you saidsomething about an expense account?" inquired Miranda

"Yes, forlobbying activities. Entertaining. Informational meetings, and so forth."

"What about alimo?" asked Miranda.

"Um—I am not surethat would be appropriate. I have my own car around back."

"Too bad," poutedMiranda. "I was hoping to be able to stretch out my legs."

"Umm-"

"You know in alimo I could stracth out my legs and you could look at my very long and sexylegs. My skirt is so short, my legs so long, and my shoes…. oh my.

Roger wassweating now.

"Do you think Icould have a limo after all?" inquired Miranda

"Yes," he repliedquickly

"Good. Now, justto make sure. You are feeling so lucky and grateful to be accompanying me,correct?"

"Yes."

"So lucky to bewith me… near me…. and under my spell. Fall deeper and deeper under my spell andy commands. Feels so good to go deeper and deeper. So deep to obey me. Tell me

"So good to obeyyou."

"Good now go getmy limo," she said triumphantly as Roger ran off.

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In the limo Roger was completely captivated by Miranda’s legs.

"Roger, I’ve been thinking about what I’d like youto buy me," said Miranda.

Roger, however continued to stare at her legs.

"Roger, dear, your attention, please," she said andsnapped her fingers.

"Yes, Miranda. What is your desire?"

"Much better. Do you have a credit card you use forlobbying expenses?"

"Yes."

"Good then you can take me shopping. I need a new outfit, and some shoes. Andjewelry. Wouldn't you like to buy me some jewelry?"

"Yes."

"Perfect, howmuch is your credit line?"

"I don’t know.It’s never come up before."

"Well, let’s go find out," Miranda laughed.

The limo pulledup in front of one of Washington’s most fashionable (and expensive) boutiques.The stunned doorman held the door for Miranda as she waltzed in the store withRoger in tow.

Mirandaapproached a saleswoman.

"This is my newfriend, Roger. He’d like to buy me a new dress. How about that one?" Mirandapointed a slender finger at a shimmery silver and blue gown.

"Of course,madam. And your size?"

"I am size 4. Aperfect size 4," replied Miranda.

"Very good,madam. This way please.

Miranda and thesaleswoman disappeared into the back of the store. Roger waited patiently. Hehad no other place he’d rather be. He’d wait for Miranda forever, if she wantedhim to do so.

But he didn’thave to wait forever, or even very long. A simply dazzling Miranda re-emergedfrom the dressing area in a just a few minutes.

Roger’s jaw dropped at thesite of Miranda in the gown.

Words could notdo her justice. The gown had a plunging neckline revealing Miranda’s exquisitebreasts. A long slit revealed on the right revealed her shapely leg. The shinyblue and silver were a captivating contrast against her California golden tan.

"Well, Roger.What do you think?"

Silence.

"Roger," Mirandasnapped her fingers in his face. "I asked you what do you think?"

His eyes wereunblinking ad glazed over. His brain felt like it had turned to mush at thesight of Miranda in the gown. Barely able to move or think, Roger withtremendous effort managed to say, "I like it."

"So, you’ll buyit for me?" asked Miranda.

"Yes."

Miranda squealedand gave him a peck on the cheek. I’m going to go look at shoes now. I shan’t belong.

Roger’s heartalmost exploded as her lips caressed his cheek. He was sweating, unable tothink, unable to move, and the happiest he had ever been.

Shortly Mirandareturned.

"What do youthink of these?" she said coyly, as she sat down and extended her foot towardsRoger.

Roger took onelook and felt his heart skip a beat. Miranda’s feet were encased in silver wraparound sandals.

"You are agoddess!" he said in wide admiration.

"That’s verysweet. I got this matching bag, as well."

Roger stillenamored with Miranda’s shoes, didn’t even look up.

"I think I’m donehere, Roger. Please pay for all of this and meet me in the limo." Miranda in allher glory then glided out of the store.

Roger roboticallywalked to the register and charged the purchase. Seven thousand dollars in all,but he didn’t even blink. He would have paid 100 times that to see Mirandadressed so beautifully.

Back in the car Miranda asked, "now what about the jewelry you were going to buyme."

"Yes, jewelry," repeated Metzger and he instructed the driver to take them to ajeweler. It was dark by now. Miranda positively lit up the night in her newdress. Sparkling and shiny people stopped up and down the steer as she passed bywith roger and turned into the jewelry store. They approached the diplay case.The clerk was stunned. The other patron also watched silently. The clerk tookone look at Miranda, And said, "My name is Maxwell, how may I serve you."

"Very good Max. My new friend here would like to buy me some jewelry. You knowsomething pretty, expensive and sparking. Silver, diamonds, sapphires, youknow."

The dazed and dazzled Max responded. "Gold…. Platinum…"

"Platinum." squealed Miranda. "Very good thinking, Max. How about some platimumbracelets?"

Max brought out some pairs of shiny platinum bracelets adorned with sapphires.

"The blue matches your eyes," he said to Miranda.

Miranda put on the bracelets. The platinum against her bare tan, golden arms wasstunning. She held the bracelet up to Roger’s eyes. She moved the bracelet fromside to side and his eyes followed automatically.

"Perfect," she said to herself. She glanced at the price tag. "Five thousanddollars. That’s a good start, but I really want to get something that will makemen say ‘Wow!’"

Max produced as sapphire pendant on silver chain.

"Roger, would you be a dear, and help me with this?"

Roger complied.

"Well, gentleman. How do I look?

Roger and Max stared slack-jawed Miranda. The pendant resting between herbreasts. They were captivated.

"Well, I guess it’s unanimous. No need to gift wrap. I’ll wear these out. Ta, ta.Roger, please take care of the bill. Another $12,000 was charged to Roger’slobbying account.

Miranda left the stunned clerk behind only to turn and discover to her greatsurprise she found of the rest of the stores patrons on their knees idolizingher.

"Don’t go. We worship you. We need you. We’ll do anything for you, just let usbe near you, just to be allowed to look at you," cried out a dozen of the mostpowerful men and women in Washington.

"Well I appreciate the praise, but I have one companion tonight and that’s all Ineed," said Miranda to her newfound followers.

"No, no. Please stay. We adore you," implored the senior Senator from Arizona.The others nodded in agreement.

As flattering asall this was Miranda really didn’t need to deal with it right now. Mirandareached into her new matching purse and retrieved the bottle of her specialbrand of perfume. With a big grin she sprayed her potion high into the air thedroplets fell onto the kneeling patrons their pleas stopped and they becamemotionless, as if transformed into stone.

"That ought to give you something to remember me by," Miranda chuckled as sheand Roger stepped through the maze of motionless worshipers.

Back in her suiteMiranda lay on her bed as Roger kneeled on the floor, massaging her feet gentlyand praising her with lovely words. Miranda enjoyed the relaxation and basked inhis praise. After 45 minutes or so Miranda was getting sleepy. She commandedRoger to leave the room, and to sleep on the floor in the other suite eventhought there was a perfectly good bed available. Roger did so happily. Eventhough it meant being away from Miranda, the fact that he was obeying herbrought him intense joy and satisfaction.

When Mirandaawoke the next morning she checked on Roger. He was sleeping at the foot of thebed in the other suite as she had instructed. She worked out in the gym for anhour. She had requested that the gym be closed to others while she used it, andof course the hotel manager could not refuse her.

Her workout wasfollowed a shower and then by breakfast in her room. The attendant, who broughther food, almost spilled the tray, because he was watching her legs. Miranda waslong used to the clumsiness that she inspired, and she rather enjoyed it. Whenhe went to leave, she called out his name and causing him to bump into the door.Miranda never seemed to tire of trying to find new ways to amuse her with men.

After breakfast, she wasready to return to HMC. She awoke Roger. Unshaven, disheveled and stillcompletely under her spell, he was more than eager to accompany her wherever shewas going.

They took a cab, and arrived in due time. Roger paid the fare.

"Now, Roger be a dear and stay right here until I come for you," Miranda blewhim a kiss and crossed the street. Roger just stood and stared.

Miranda entered the building and found Dan at his desk. Upon seeing her, hecouldn’t hold back his goofy grin. "Monique, it’s wonderful to see you."

"Good to see you too Dan. Ihave something special I want to show you." Miranda leaned over his desk. Hernewly acquired pendant hung just in front of her low cut blouse.

"This is my new crystal pendant. Notice the way it sparkles in the light."

"Yes," Dan replied staring at the pendant.

"I do so like it when men give me jewelry," said Miranda planting the suggestionin Dan’s mind. "It makes me so happy when I get a beautiful, sparkling gift. ButI suppose it’s time for my meeting with Mr. Smith."

Dan was non-responsive, still staring at the crystal. "

"That’s okay, Dan. I know the way," Miranda said as she turned and walked downthe hallway. As Dan watched her glide down the hallway he remembered warnings hehad been given about potential clients. He knew what they were capable of, butnone of that mattered now. All he could think of was buying a piece of jewelryfor Monique and making her happy.

Miranda walked through the open office door.

"Good Morning, Mr. Smith,"she said brightly.

"Ah- GoodMorning, Ms. Jaffe. Please sit down. That was some display last night," saidSmith.

"I’m not surewhat you mean."

"I had one of our menfollow you last night. You really had that lobbyist under control. I think weknow why prescription drugs cost so much," Smith joked.

"Actually, I wasinspired by your description of the job. A girl could get used to that kind oftreatment."

"That’s exactly the way wehoped you would feel. And it just confirms what your test already shows. You area spectacular candidate. We have very high hopes for you."

"That’s great.When can I start?"

"However, thereis one small problem. When we checked your references. Every one we talked toconfirmed the information on your application. But when we did a computer checkof the records, we found not only are they totally false. Monique Jaffe doesn’teven exist." Smith was glaring at her now.

"You see, Mr.Smith," Miranda flashed her perfect smile. "You have to understand. I’ve had alittle trouble with the law in the past. I was afraid that if I told the truththat I might not get the job."

"So you created anew past and identity in their minds, but the records you beyond you reach."

"Yes, that ispretty much correct," laid Miranda.

"Well, I am surewe can check out your new story,"

"Good," said arelived Miranda.

"But we aren’tgoing to waste our time." He pressed a button and metal straps emerged from thearms of Miranda’s chair holding her wrists in place. You see, we will get thetruth once we subject you to our own mind manipulation methods. You will tell useverything we need to know, and in the end you will be our quite willing andvery loyal agent. An excellent addition to our team," Smith gloated.

Miranda was notat all worried. She had been in worse situations before. She very slowly anddeliberately crossed her legs and said in her most seductive voice, "You reallydon’t want to do that, do you Mr. Smith." She waited for Smith to becometransfixed by her. But he never did.

"Please Ms.Jaffe, or whatever your name is, your attempts to influence me are quiteuseless. Smith then disappeared from behind the desk and reappeared in the farcorner of the room a second later.

"A hologram."said Miranda who was now beginning to worry.

"Yes, very good.With state of the art holographic technology, combined with advanced AI andspeech recognition algorithms, I am the perfect man, or should I say machine forthis job, and quite unaffected by your considerable charms."

"Perhaps,"Miranda answered back. "But when your men come to take me out of here, I’llthink you’ll find that they will be much more eager to follow my commands thenyours."

"Yes," repliedSmith. "That could be a problem. If you were awake." Miranda felt a pinprick inher right wrist. "You see we are quite prepared. This chair was designed withsomeone like you in mind. The needle contains a mild sedative. You’ll be asleepshortly and the next time you wake up. You’ll be a loyal member of theorganization."

Miranda’s mind was spinning. It was difficult to concentrate and she knew in afew more seconds she would be totally unconscious. The drug was just toopowerful for her fight. She felt herself slipping away. Darkness was closing inon her now. With her remaining strength she yelled out in her mind, "Help, now!"And then all was black.

Outside on thestreet corner the slightly seedy looking Roger Metzger heard Miranda’s voice inhis mind. He walked ten feet to a payphone and dialed 911.

"There is a fireat 2312 K Street. I also heard gunshots."

A patrol cararrived in 3 minutes. The officers knocked on the front door. No answer. It waslocked they broke it down and upon entering found two men carrying anunconscious Miranda.

Miranda woke upfeeling groggy. She tried to remember what had happened. She looked around theroom and recognized it as a hospital room. At that pint a black man in a suitentered the room.

"Good you areawake. I want to ask you a few questions."

"What—Who areyou? Where am I?" replied Miranda. Her head was beginning to clear but she stillfelt weak.

"Detective RodneyCopeland, ma’am." He flashed his badge. "Now, what is your name?"

Miranda was awakenow. She realized that she had to get out of here before her identity was known.

She answered thedetective in a low voice that he couldn’t make out.

"Could you repeat that,please I couldn’t make that out." He moved closer so he could hear her, whichexactly what Miranda had in mind.

Now standing ather bedside and bending over her he asked again, "What is you name?" As he askedthe question he couldn’t help but notice just how incredibly blue her eyes were.She said something but he didn’t hear her. He was to intent on looking intothose blue eyes, staring into those blue eyes. He lost himself in her eyes.

Mirandaquestioned the motionless detective. "How did I get here?"

"DC Fire andPolice responded to call. Two men were carrying you out the back when the unitsarrived on the scene."

"These men whereare they now?"

"We’re holdingthem on kidnapping charges, that’s why I want to talk to you. We need youstatement."

"Did you findanything else?"

"Bunch ofcomputers, but everything was wiped clean. We have our expert looking at it, buthe doesn’t sound hopeful."

Mirandaconsidered her position. She had barely escaped, and knew nothing more about theorganization than before she came to DC. She could try and interrogate the twothey were holding but chances were that they didn’t know anything useful. Thebest thing for her to do was disappear back to California before anyone realizedwho she was.

"Detective, Iwant you to do me favor. You’d like to do me a favor wouldn’t you?"

"Yes," heanswered.

Miranda smiled.They always want to do me favors.

"I am going toget dressed now. I need to you to stand outside my door and make sure that noone comes in, okay."

"Yes," and heexited the room.

Miranda found herclothes hanging and her personal items in a sealed plastic bag. In five minutesshe was dressed and ready to go. She called Copeland back into her room.

"Very well done.Now you are going to escort me out of the hospital," A great privilege Mirandathought. "And to your car. If anyone tried to stop us, well just let me do thetalking."

They walked down thehallway and were waiting for an elevator when one of the nurses started runningtowards them. The elevator arrived and Miranda and the detective quickly steppedon the elevator. Miranda hit the "L" button, but the nurse rushed into theelevator just before the doors closed.

"What are you doing?" Shesaid to Copeland. "You know she shouldn’t be out of bed."

Copeland stared

ahead and did not answer.

Miranda hit theemergency stop button.

"Renee," Mirandasaid reading her name badge. "Thank you for taking such good care of mybracelet." Miranda held out her hand in front of Renee’s face. "I would havehated to lose it. It is so pretty the way it sparkles. It catches your eye andyou can’t look away. Drawn to my pretty bracelet and into my trance. Drawn to mypretty bracelet and under my trance. And now you are deeply in my trance, aren’tyou Renee."

Renee nodded herhead. Her eyes still fixed on Miranda’s platinum bracelet.

"So relaxing,looking at the sparkles, making you so tired and so sleepy. You are going tofall into a deep and wonderful sleep and remember none of this. Deep sleep andremember none of this."

"I will remember none ofthis," repeated the nurse as she closed her eyes and slumped in the corner ofthe elevator.

Miranda startedthe elevator. They got off at the lobby, leaving the sleeping nurse behind. Theywere able to reach Copeland’s care without further incident.

Still a littlegroggy from the drug Smith had given her, Miranda decided it would be better ifCopeland drove. The problem was that while Copeland was in a trance there wasno way he could negotiate city traffic. Miranda was going to have to let him outof his trance to drive, but before she did that she had to ensure the properpost-hypnotic commands were in place to secure his complete cooperation.

"Rodney, nowlisten closely to me. I am casting a spell upon you. An irresistible andpowerful spell making you completely obedient to me. Whatever I say you must do.You crave to obey me. You must obey me. Whatever I say is your own deepestdesire. You must obey me at all times. You hear my voice in your mind. You willis melting away. Your thoughts replaced with my sweet voice. The more you obeythe better you feel. The more you obey the better you feel. You must obey myvoice. You are under my spell and you must obey me. You are under my spell andyou must obey me," intoned Miranda as cast her spell upon her helpless captive.

"I am now going to awakenyou from your trance. You will be completely aware and awake, but completelyunder my spell of obedience and compelled to follow all of my commands. Do youunderstand?"

"Yes," said the entranceddetective.

"Good at thecount of 5 you will be wide awake, but still completely under my spell.1…2…3…4…. 5… Awake."

Copeland blinkeda few times. "What happened? I was in the hospital."

"All in goodtime, Detective. If you would be so kind as to start the car and take me to myhotel. It’s the Washingtonian," commanded Miranda.

"I---." Copelanddesperately wanted to know what was going on. But the words he just heard seemedto echo in his mind. And he desperately wanted to drive this woman to her hotel.As he stared the car and started to drive he a great feeling of well being andcontentment flowed over him. As he maneuvered the car through traffic, he asked"Why am I taking you to the hotel?"

"Because I askedyou. Isn’t that enough?" Miranda said lightheartedly

"Yes," Rodneyreplied. "That’s more than enough," he added.

"I want to putthose men you had you in jail, but I need your help."

"That’s verysweet detective, but I am afraid that I have to leave town and I really can’tget mixed up in this. Do you understand?"

He didn’t but hesaid ‘Yes’ anyway. He just couldn’t’ say ‘No’ to this woman.

She smiled, "Youare truly remarkable. I have you under one of most powerful spells of obedience.Most men at this point would just be incapable of speech, little more thanzombies. And yet your are still actually working your case.

"Just trying todo my job."

"I see, just oneof DC’s finest. Doing his job. Are you sure that is your only motivation?" sheasked coyly.

"No, I am tryingto please you," Copeland confessed.

"But of courseyou are. I see now. You want to help me, but you have to realize that I knowwhat is best. You can’t do anything about it. Don’t fight it. You can’t resist.And it does feel so much better when you follow my commands," she said in avoice that made his whole body tingle.

He stoppedresisting and fell silent. When they had reached the hotel, Miranda directed himto a parking lot around back.

"Well I must gonow," Miranda announced

"I want to helpyou," he pleaded.

"But you can’tI’m going to let you sleep now. You won’t remember me or anything that happenedat the hospital. But when you dream you’ll dream of me. You won’t know who I am,but you will know you must obey me, and if we ever do meet again, you will stillbe completely under my spell and will follow all of my commands. Do youunderstand?"

"Yes I do and Ithank you," he said with great sincerity.

"Your welcome. Now then, you are verysleepy. Your eyelids are so heavy. You can’t resist. You must fall asleep."

And Rodney fell asleep witha big grin on his face.

Three hours laterMiranda was on a plane back to California. She was able to "convince" thesalesman sitting next to her to use his credit card to make a phone call. Shecalled Mark at home but got his machine. She left an enchanting message designedto place him into a deep trance. She would love to have been there to see theexpression on his face as he listened to the message and slowly fell under herspell, but alas her imagination would have to suffice…

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In CaliforniaMark was driving home from the office. He had been working extra hard these pastfew days while Miranda was gone. He really wanted to do a good job for Mirandaand make her proud. He couldn’t wait for her to get back. He was so very luckyto work for Miranda. She was amazing. Smart and beautiful. So very beautiful. Sograteful to work for her. He wished he could be with her all the time. Ready andwilling, at her beck and call. That’s all he wanted to do is serve her and makeher happy.

The blue and red flashinglights in his rearview mirror interrupted Mark’s daydreams of Miranda.

"Damn, didn’trealize how fast I was going," he said to himself. He pulled over fished out hisdocuments, and rolled down his window.

"License and registration, please" said a sweet voice. James looked up. Theofficer was a stunning brunette. Her long hair was down about her shoulderslooking most un-police like. Around her neck she wore a necklace with a mostunusual pendant …

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Back in DC it was night and starting to rain. Roger Metzger stood on the streetcorner. She told him to wait here until she came back and that’s just what hewas going to do.

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The mogul lookedout over the veranda. He remembered when he first had visited here. He had foundthe view beautiful and compelling. He wanted to, no needed to possess it. Which,of course, being the mogul, money was not a problem. Now all the mountains andtress he could see were his.

"Excuse me sir, we havenews from Washington," interrupted his personal assistant, Gene.

"Yes what is it?"replied the mogul.

"Our DC operationwas compromised. Oddly enough it was DC police and Fire. Two locals wecontracted out were picked up. They clammed up. We got them representation andthey are out. Seems the case against them has fallen apart. All files andrecords were erased. And the dummy corporation can’t be traced back to the organization."

"Anything else,"inquired the mogul.

"Yes there were reports ofa woman matching Soforina's description at the scene."

"Perfect," saidthe mogul. "Everything is going according to plan."

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NEXT: Sure, no one crook isa match for Soforina, but what happens she has to take on the combined villainyof four of the city’s most dangerous criminals. Plus, Mark is in love and it’snot with Miranda.