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Thursday, July 8, 1971
“Are you hungry, Michael?” Prissy asked as I came in the back door of Catherine’s ancestral home called Seven Oaks.
“Starved!” I replied.
“Well, go gets yourself cleaned up. You’s got company in the parlor. They look like po-licemen,” Prissy informed me. “I’ll fix you up something to eat.”
I quickly scanned the parlor. Prissy was close. They were FBI. So that’s where I headed.
“Hi, I’m Michael,” I said as I entered and crossed over to kiss Ileana and then hug Anna.
“I’m Agent Simmons and this is Agent Rivera,” the guy replied, indicating the woman accompanying him.
Quickly scanning them, I nodded at Agent Simmons as I shook his hand, but when Agent Rivera offered her hand, I stopped and then executed a formal bow, as I had been taught, then taking her fingertips, turned her hand so as to brush my lips lightly over her dark skin.
“La señorita,” I said smoothly.
“Encantado,” she responded automatically. “Oh, my!” she thought to herself at the same time.
“Mr. Wagner, we have...”
“Excuse me, Mr. Simmons,” Anna said, interrupting the FBI agent. “The proper way to address him is ‘Your Highness.”
“Have you told them you’re CIA?” I thought to Anna.
“No. I told them I was your personal doctor,” she thought back.
Agent Simmons looked at Anna, trying to decide if she was serious. I connected Anna and Ileana so that they could see the agent’s thoughts. Anna smiled and Ileana raised her hand to her mouth to cover her giggle.
“Mr. Simmons,” Anna said. “Michael is...”
“It’s Special Agent Simmons,” The agent interrupted automatically.
“And Michael really is a prince, and Ileana really is a princess. This weekend, they have agreed to help the FBI keep the Princess of Monaco safe. Since it appears you are going to be spending time in the presence of royalty, you might as well get used to THEIR proper forms of address.”
Agent Rivera looked at her partner, then stepped forward. “So THAT’S why they wanted me on this assignment,” she thought to herself.
“Your Highness, please forgive us. We were only assigned this case yesterday and it appears that we have not been fully briefed on the tactical situation. If you would be so kind, we would appreciate your assistance on bringing us up to speed, “ Agent Rivera asked politely.
“Of course,” I told her. Then I filled them in on what the General had told me, including the perceived threat of kidnapping and even the CIA’s need for the Prince’s cooperation on other matters and how something happening while his wife was in the United States would hurt international relations.
“But you’re too young to be a CIA operative!” Agent Simmons blurted out. I was beginning to see why the General had been concerned about the FBI’s ability to defend the Princess.
“I’m not an operative, I’m a junior at Townsend High School. At least I will be when the new school year starts,” I told him, adding to his frustration.
Agent Bartholomew ‘Barty’ Simmons was from San Pedro, California, the only son of well-off parents, whose assignment to the FBI’s New York office after graduating from the training academy in the lower half of his class last year reeked of graft or political favoritism.
“So you’re what ... sixteen, maybe?” he said disdainfully.
“He’s a bigot!” thought Ileana. “He can’t tolerate foreigners, women, or just about anyone else,”
“Yeah,” I thought back. To Agent Simmons I said, “I’ll be sixteen and a half next month,” as I shrugged my shoulders.
“Quit baiting him, Michael,” Anna thought. Then to the agents she said, “Michael is very talented at discerning possibly dangerous situations. We were told that the plan was for you to introduce him and his wife to the Princess, and then if he spots something, he’ll notify me and I can notify you.”
“His wife? Hah! He’s too young to be married. Why don’t you level with us?” Simmons asked.
“Wait a minute, Barty. I’ve heard about him. You’re that young guy who’s taking over that company ... Wagner Industries, Right?” Agent Rivera asked.
I just smiled at her.
“And didn’t I read that you have two wives?” she phrased her statement as a question.
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, “I’m also married to Ileana’s sister, Mikeya, who is heir to the crown of Tapato and currently with her mom, the queen, back on Tapato.”
“And you were in Washington, DC last week? At the White House?” she continued.
“That is correct, Miss Rivera. Is it okay if I call you Isabella?”
Simmons looked at his partner as if this were news to him.
“I go by Luisa, to my family,” she said simply.
“I’m sorry. With a name like Luisa de las Mercedes Isabella Carolina Victoria Rivera, I was not sure which name you used,” I told her.
“How ... how did you know? Even the FBI doesn’t recognize my full family name. It’s too long. They only use my first two names, Luisa Mercedes, on my paperwork.”
I smiled at her. “That’s too bad. It’s a beautiful name for a beautiful señorita.”
Luisa Rivera was of Spanish decent, all right. Born in Spain, during the war, she was a distant cousin to Juan Carlos, who, four years from now, would be crowned the King of Spain. Her mother, who had been raised in a royal household, was forced to flee Europe, with a young Luisa and her sister, after her husband was killed in the war.
After the war, they immigrated to America. Now twenty-eight, Luisa had been raised in a moderately well-off family. Her mom had found work as a translator at the United Nations, along with a new father for Luisa and her sister. Her new father also worked at the UN as a Spanish diplomatic attaché.
It was at her mother’s insistence, that Louisa and her sister had kept the family name, and had even spent several summers in Europe with their royal cousins as they were growing up. So Luisa was very familiar with royals and their customs.
“Your Highness is too kind,” Luisa said, blushing. In her mind, she was remembering all her training and experience with royals. She would have normally been well-equipped for dealing with comments like that from older men, but my age was throwing her off.
“There’s that damn age thing again,” I thought. “What is it with older women and younger guys?”
Not now, Michael! Anna warned.
“This is insane!” Simmons stated. “They want us to play back-ups to a pair of teenagers? There’s something fishy going on here, and I intend to find out what it is. Where’s the phone?”
Ileana led him out to the great hall.
“Please forgive my partner,” Luisa said after he left the room. “He’s not had much experience dealing with royalty.”
“Or teenagers, I’ll bet. Does he usually have a problem following orders?” Anna asked.
“I don’t know. I just met him yesterday. I work out of Washington,” Agent Rivera replied. “I was wondering why they would send me to New York, but given my past, I’m beginning to see.”
Simmons re-entered the parlor and looked at Agent Rivera as he said, “The office didn’t know they were kids, either. They’re going to call us back in a few minutes and we can get this sorted out.”
I smiled at Luisa as I squeezed Ileana’s hand. We just sat there, saying nothing, as they waited on their phone call.
It wasn’t but a few minutes until Prissy came into the parlor carrying a telephone. Plugging the cord into a jack beside the sofa, she asked, “Is there a Mr. Simmons here? There’s a phone call for him.”
“This is Simmons,” Barty said confidently as he took the phone, then paused to listen.
“Yes sir, Mr. Tolson!” he soon said.
Of course, I knew that Clyde Tolson was the Associate Director of the FBI, primarily responsible for personnel and discipline. And while he was best known as the protégé and companion of FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover, his word was law, as far as the field agents were concerned.
Simmons became visibly pale while he listened. Then there followed a long string of ‘yes, sirs’ and ‘no, sirs’. Finally, looking much paler, he hung up the phone. Then turning to Luisa he spoke in a low voice.
“We’re supposed to follow them and relay any information to the TAC-squad.”
Luisa couldn’t help it, “That was Associate Director Tolson?” she asked.
“Yeah. He had the Hoover with him. Said we were to render assistance as called on,” Simmons said disgustedly. “He also warned us not to fuck this up. What I don’t get is why these orders came from the Director’s office?”
“I wouldn’t let it worry you,” I told them. “The main thing is to keep the Princess and her daughter safe until they head home on Sunday. Now, do you know when they’re arriving?” I asked.
Simmons was still too pissed to talk to me, but Miss Rivera, consulting her notes, began to lay out the schedule.
“They are due anytime. The hotel is being secured by other FBI teams. There is a reception scheduled for five-thirty, in the hotel. Private room. About two hundred and fifty guests have been invited. We’re supposed to escort you there. After that, our orders are to keep an eye on you and relay any information or request for aid promptly,” Agent Rivera said.
“Great! Did you bring your formal clothes with you?” I asked her.
“My formal clothes?” she asked.
“Yes. I’ll want you beside us during the reception, and I’m sorry, but dressed like that, you’ll stick out like a neon sign that screams FBI,” I explained.
“But ... but I don’t have anything to wear!” she cried.
“Come with me, Miss Rivera,” Anna said as she and Ileana led her from the room. “You look to be about Nicky or Adriana’s size...” I could hear them talking as they ascended the central staircase.
“You’re welcome to stay here for the next several hours, however, if you leave this room, I’m afraid my security guards have orders to shoot first and ask questions later...”
Simmons didn’t let me finish as he bolted for the front door. Kip, who had been in the hall, raised an eyebrow as Simmons rushed past. I just shrugged my shoulders.
“Someone should teach him some manners,” Kip said. “He didn’t even say goodbye.”
I awoke from my nap to a hurricane developing in my bedroom.
“Ileana sent us to help you get dressed!” Abby said as she bounced on the bed.
“And you have to hurry!” added Julie. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that my cousins had arrived from Tennessee as Jenny pulled the covers off of my bed.
“Ohhh, does he really have to go?” she asked as they all stared at my nakedness. I rarely sleep with anything on and they knew that. I looked at the gaggle of girls and quickly figured out that they were doing this to show off for Aida.
It turned out that this reception called for white tie and tails, so, after a quick trip to the bathroom, they began to dress me in one of my new tuxedos. I stood calmly in the center of the room and allowed them to shepherd me through the process.
“You’ll have to put your sword on yourself, Julie told me as she finished draping my sash. When they finished, Rose and Candy led me to the floor-length mirror.
“You look so handsome, Michael,” she said and then kissed me shyly on the cheek. I had to admit, I looked pretty spiffy.
“Wait until you see Ileana!” Abby said. “She’s absolutely to die for!”
“I hope not,” I thought.
“Oh, Michael! You know what I mean!” Abby said as she slapped my arm.
“Yeah. I just wish we were going with you,” Jenny added.
“And wait until you see Anna and that FBI lady,” Eve said.
“Well, then what are we waiting for?” I asked. Immediately they all began heading for the door.
“That FBI guy is in a car in the driveway,” Kip told me when I reached the bottom of the stairs. “He got here about twenty minutes ago and has just been sitting out there.”
I just grinned and then said to Kip, “And by the way, welcome aboard.” One of the many pieces of paper I had signed last night was Kip’s employment agreement. His time with Uncle Sam (and the General) was officially over and he was now an employee of Wagner Industries.
“Thanks, I...” Kip started to say, then stopped in mid-sentence. I followed the direction of his gaze.
Anna and Luisa were coming down the stairs. Anna was wearing her deep purple number that she had bought for the party but hadn’t worn. And Luisa had on Candy’s sheer black gown with the slit all the way up the leg. It hugged her a bit tighter than it had Candy, and I noticed a good deal more cleavage as well.
“Okay. I give. Where did you put it?” I asked Luisa as they reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Put what?” she asked.
“C’mon. I know that FBI agents have to be armed when they’re on assignment,” I said.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Anna said smugly.
Just then, Ileana started down the steps and everyone stopped and stared. I was staring at Ileana and the girls were staring at me, studying my reaction.
I do not believe I had ever seen Ileana looking so beautiful. As a general rule, she usually tried to dress just a notch below her mother and her sister for official functions. However, since they were not here, and she was representing her nation, she had gone all out. She wore a white, floor length gown with a single strap over her left shoulder, leaving her right shoulder bare. Around her waist was a thin silver rope-belt, and around her neck hung a silver necklace with small black pearls. Her earrings were made of silver and black pearls, matching her necklace. Her hair was done up on top of her head and seemed to have silver threads woven through the intricate plaiting. On her head was a silver tiara with three rows of glistening jewels.
“Anna, quick! Call your dad and tell him I can’t make it!”
Anna just looked at me, wondering what was wrong.
“It’s too much! I think I’m going to have a heart attack!” I cried, clutching at my heart in mock agony. “There’s no way I can even think straight with you all dressed like this!”
“Is he always so dramatic?” Luisa asked Anna. Secretly, I could see that she was pleased. They all were.
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