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Heavy TrafficChapter 14 free porn video
“You’ve ruined me. You know that, right?”
Sean looked up from the floor of the suite living room to see Amanda speaking to him from the door to the bedroom. “Ruined you how?”
“You’ve created an insatiable physical need within me; a need to have you inside me. Please come back to bed,” Amanda pleaded.
Sean patted Merlin one last time before rising from the floor where they had been playing after his breakfast and approached Amanda.
“I love satisfying all your needs, Mrs. Wallace,” Sean said as he reached her and their bodies melded into each other. “However, going back to bed right now doesn’t fit into my plans for us this morning.”
“Oh, you have plans for us Mr. Wallace?” Amanda whispered in between nibbles to his ear.
“I do,” Sean said as he pulled away from her and kissed her forehead.
“And those plans require you to go get some clothes on that make you presentable to tour the property.”
Seeing the lascivious look on Sean’s face as he told her to get dressed was all the encouragement that Amanda required to turn from him and return to the bedroom to get dressed. She contemplated wearing shorts or jeans, but with the image of Sean’s expression fresh on her mind, she selected the new denim skirt she had bought and a heavy cotton blouse.
Sean and Merlin were waiting for her in the kitchen when Amanda presented herself to them.
“Perfect timing,” Sean said as he admired her choice of clothing. “Merlin is due for some quality outdoor time after breakfast. Do you want anything to eat or drink before we go?”
“Food or drink is not on my mind yet. Maybe later,” Amanda replied. “I’m ready when you are Mr. Wallace.”
“Okay Mrs. Wallace. Wait here one minute.” Sean quickly turned and went to his childhood bedroom, returning seconds later with a rolled-up sleeping bag.
Amanda smiled knowingly, took Sean’s unoccupied hand, and accompanied him out of the suite with Merlin leading the way.
Kirby was waiting for them at the bottom of the stairs, and they could tell immediately that he had something disturbing to relate to them. Sean nodded at Kirby and they followed him silently into the atrium. Sean and Amanda took the same seats they had occupied yesterday while Kirby sat across from them on the couch.
“I’ve got bad news, really bad news, and even worse news,” Kirby told them.
“The girls!” Amanda gasped.
“The girls are fine,” said Kirby. “At least for the time being. What I have to tell you may impact that situation so we need to plan accordingly.”
“What happened?” asked Sean as he squeezed Amanda’s hand to reassure her.
Kirby related the few details that Rick Acosta had shared in his initial report, as well as the little additional information that Kirby had been able to obtain in the hours since he had been notified.
“The loss of the cabin doesn’t concern me that much, especially when compared to the death of Gideon James. What time did Mickey call for back-up?” asked Sean.
“A little after 8 pm according to the time stamp on the voicemail she left,” replied Kirby.
“Since there have been no additional communications from her and no sign of her in the immediate area, you are assuming she was abducted?” asked Amanda.
“That’s the working theory at this time,” confirmed Kirby.
“ ... and since she knows the location of the girls,” continued Amanda.
“We can’t ignore the possibility that the location of the girls may get compromised,” added Sean.
“If we increase the security much more at Prestonwood, it is likely to be noticed and reveal the location anyway,” said Kirby. “I think a show of force there would be a deterrent, so it is a risk worth taking.”
Amanda turned to Sean, “How soon could we get back to Atlanta?”
“We could be there within two hours, but I don’t think there is any need to rush down there this morning. What do you think Uncle Kirby?”
“I agree,” said Kirby. “I will begin augmenting the security with a more visible uniformed law enforcement presence, but keep the girls inside the buildings and not visible to anyone trying to identify the reason for the security. That should keep Prestonwood an enigma to anyone curious about the security there.”
Amanda looked between Sean and his uncle and was certain that they were not merely trying to placate her. “Can we be there tonight?”
“I’ll make sure that we’re there in time for dinner,” Sean assured her. “We have a couple of meetings in the office that we shouldn’t miss, but immediately after those we can fly back to Atlanta.”
Rising from beside Sean, Amanda kept her hand in his as she said, “I’m sorry your plans for this morning will have to wait...”
Sean rose beside her as Kirby stood across from them. “No problem issuing you a rain check Mrs. Wallace. Uncle Kirby, what are your plans?”
“Wendy and I need to get back to our offices, but I’ll be monitoring developments during the drive and stay on top of things the whole way. If you need anything, you know how to get in touch with me.”
Amanda hugged Kirby and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you so much, Uncle Kirby.”
Sean shook his uncle’s hand before leading Amanda and Merlin back upstairs.
Erica Wayman stared out the windows in the executive floor lobby but didn’t register the panoramic view before her. She was focused on trying to steady her nerves until she received the promised notification that her parents were no longer in danger.
An only child and twenty-six years of age, Erica still lived at home with her parents; both to keep her expenses as low as possible so that she could repay her student loans, and to help her parents pay off of their mortgage before their retirement. Coupled with these reasons was the reality that Erica also was a naturally shy and introverted young woman who had never had much in the way of a social life separate from her parents and their friends.
As the assistant to Kimberly Morris, Erica wasn’t surprised when her former boss called her in her apartment above her parent’s garage late last night, asking her to retrieve some personal items from her office. She was surprised however by the heavily accented male voice that then came on the phone and gave her further instructions; ones that she was told to follow explicitly if she ever wanted to see her parents alive again. Running to the house where her parents lived, she found the front door open and her parents gone. Overturned tables and rugs bunched into piles on the floor indicated that her parents had not left willingly.
The first part of her instructions was very easy. After entering the elevator in the parking garage, and using her access card to select the tenth floor, she had held the elevator doors open as she reached outside and placed her access card along the top ledge above the door frame. The card stuck out over the edge by more than a quarter of an inch, but in the poorly lit garage, someone would have to be looking for it to notice.
Next, with Karen Kirkland gone, someone was needed to sit at the reception desk in the lobby until she could be replaced permanently. Since Kimberly Morris was no longer employed by Wallace Enterprises, Erica had little else to do at the moment, so her volunteering to fill in at reception was readily accepted by all the other assistants in the executive office.
The rest of her instructions also seemed simple enough, but Erica doubted that the intentions of those threatening her parents were concerned with simplicity.
Erica forced a smile onto her face and faked a phone conversation as the elevator doors slid open. Her manufactured expression almost faltered when she saw that the occupants of the elevator were the people she had been told to watch for.
As Sean and Amanda Wallace approached the door to the executive offices, Erica maintained her smile, nodded in recognition and pushed the release which would unlatch the door and allow them entry.
As soon as the door latched closed, Erica made a genuine call on her cell phone. When it was answered, she reported, “Sean and Amanda Wallace have arrived.”
“Fine,” was the terse reply. “Be prepared to let a couple of unexpected visitors in as soon as they arrive. You’ll be free to go visit your parents after that. They’ll appreciate you untying them. They are at their house.”
Erica gasped into the phone but the connection had already been broken.
As Sean and Amanda walked through the open cubicle space towards his office, they discussed removing the offices built for Tom Folsom and the Morris’ but had made no decisions by the time they reached the office that Sean had been relegated to in his absence. Amanda smiled at Moe who was already in her cubicle talking on her phone and reviewing a calendar on her computer.
Sean had barely closed the office door after he and Amanda had entered when there was a knock. Opening it again, Sean saw Bill Lester and invited him in. Amanda was taking a position at the desk, setting her laptop out on the surface and starting to pull various cords out of her messenger bag, but she stopped to say “good morning” to Bill.
“Good morning,” Bill said to them both. “Sean, I’ve shared the data on Tri-Star Partners from Kyle Mason with the FBI and they’ve asked us to come over to the Federal building as soon as you arrived. Can you spare an hour or so to meet with them this morning?”
“Can’t they send their agents over here to meet with us?” asked Sean.
“I thought it would be less of a disruption to the office if we met with them at their office,” said Lester. “After yesterday’s excitement, I assumed you would prefer if we kept things as normal as possible around here.”
Sean simply nodded, then glanced over at Amanda and asked, “What time is our conference call with the lawyers?”
“Eleven thirty,” Amanda said as she watched her computer booting up. “I can reschedule it if necessary, though.”
“No,” Sean said. “It’s only nine-thirty now, so let’s keep it as scheduled. It will leave me with an excuse to get out of the meeting with the FBI in case I need it. Is there anything else that you need me for this morning?”
Amanda walked around the desk and approached Sean.
“I want you for everything, but I don’t need you for anything work related that couldn’t wait until later.” She kissed him, stepped around him and held the door for him and Bill. “I’ll switch a few things around and free up our afternoon to return to Atlanta. Do you want to go someplace for lunch or would you like me to arrange to have something delivered?”
“It would probably be easiest to have something delivered,” Sean said as he let Bill Lester precede him out of the office. “I’m sure Moe or one of the other assistants could recommend something. Surprise me.”
“More than I already have?” teased Amanda.
Sean laughed at her over his shoulder as he and Bill Lester headed for the lobby elevators.
Moe joined Amanda at the door to her office, as they watched Sean departing. Neither of them missed the eyes of virtually every woman following Sean as he walked out of their sight.
In the lobby, Sean paused and spoke to Bill Lester, “I thought you had arranged for there to be security positioned here in the lobby?”
Lester glanced at his watch and continued towards the elevators, “I did have it arranged. Once we get off the elevator on the ground floor, I’ll make a call and follow up to see where he is.”
Sean was not thrilled with Bill Lester’s lack of urgency where security of the offices where Amanda would be staying in his absence were concerned, but at least there was a receptionist to screen anyone coming in, and the guards on the ground floor could be there within minutes so he let his concerns rest for the time being as he followed Bill into the elevator.
As they were exiting the building, heading for the main outside parking lot where Lester’s car was waiting, Sean took note of an almost forced calm in the way that Bill Lester ignored both the other people entering the building as well as their surroundings. Sean, on the other hand, studied every face he saw and constantly scanned their path for suspicious individuals or threats. Neither man spoke as they walked through the parking lot.
Sean’s cell phone rang right after he had secured his seatbelt. Bill Lester started the car and began driving.
“What’s up, Uncle Kirby?” Sean asked upon answering
Back in the office, Amanda spoke first, “Moe, how well do you know Emily Franklin?”
She turned and headed back towards the desk as Moe followed and closed the door behind them.
“Not terribly well,” admitted Moe. “She’s well-liked by everyone and I’ve never heard anything but good reviews about her performance, but I have no personal knowledge of her skills beyond that.”
“I’d like for you to consider her for the position as Sean’s assistant. Maybe she can assume the role temporarily under your guidance so that you will be free to start getting involved in other things. For one thing, I would like for you to plan on a trip to Australia soon after my wedding reception. You need to start developing relationships with some key people there so that your involvement in the future transitional planning will be better informed. Will that be a problem for you and Ben?”
“None what so ever,” Moe said. “Ben has plenty of vacation available to him, and as long as you don’t mind me insinuating a little personal time into the trip, I’m sure he would welcome the opportunity to join me.”
“Excellent,” said Amanda. “When the time comes, work as much personal time into the trip as you and Ben want. My treat. Now, what about Emily?”
“I assume that you have spoken with Emily and have some intuition-based reasoning behind choosing her, so I’m more than happy to accept her temporarily or for as long as you desire,” said Moe.
“Moe, I value your opinion on these matters as well, so please don’t hesitate to speak up if the circumstances call for it. I have spoken with Emily, and think that the devotion she demonstrated for Sean makes giving her a chance as his assistant less of a gamble than we might face with some others. Tell you what, why don’t you ask Emily and Nina to join us here and let me lay a few things out for all of you? Afterward, I would like your opinion on Emily’s response.”
Moe reached to open the door again, “Sounds fine with me Amanda, I’ll go get them both and be right back.”
Amanda returned to her laptop on the desk, and had just finished confirming the conference call with the lawyers when Moe knocked and opened the door. After receiving an approving nod from Amanda, she led Nina and Emily into the office and closed the door.
“Thank you all for joining me on short notice,” Amanda said as she closed her laptop and gave them her full attention. “Please sit wherever you feel comfortable.”
Nina and Emily sat on opposite ends of the couch, while Moe took one of the side chairs in front of Amanda’s desk.
Addressing Emily, Amanda said “Emily, do you know Nina and Moe?”
“Yes Ma’am,” Emily said.
“Please call me Amanda. Did you give any thought to my suggestion yesterday for you to apply to be Sean’s personal assistant?”
“Yes, Amanda. I was going to ask if there would be an internal posting for the position that I should look for...”
Amanda interrupted her, “Unfortunately, we’re going to need to circumvent normal procedures at this time. You’re one of the first to know that Maureen McKenna has been promoted to a senior vice president position and will be assuming several new responsibilities going forward, and starting almost immediately. With Sean and I merging our two organizations, our involvement in the day-to-day operations will be very extensive, at least for the short-term. Nina has agreed to take the role as my personal assistant, and I have already discussed with Moe you assuming the role of Sean’s personal assistant, at least on a temporary basis in case you don’t like it.”
“Is Mr. Wallace still okay with me being his assistant?” Emily asked.
“He certainly is,” said Amanda, “but as I mentioned yesterday, while you will be Sean’s personal assistant, you will be reporting directly to me. Are you okay with that arrangement?”
“I guess so, but I’m not sure exactly how that is supposed to work. Who do I take direction from? What if he tells me to do one thing and you tell me to do something different?”
Amanda turned to Moe and said, “Moe, why don’t you describe for Emily how you functioned in those situations when you worked for Sean’s mother.”
“It was really pretty simple,” Moe said. “If Sean and Amanda are anything close to being as connected as Sean’s parents Eddie and Allie were, and I think they’re even more so, then the instances where there could be any difference in the direction they give you will be very rare indeed. In fact, I can only think of one time that it ever happened to me, and it was solved easily when I brought it to Allie’s attention. It had to do with some plans that Eddie was making for her birthday, and even though she didn’t want him to go to the trouble he was planning, she conceded to his wishes and encouraged me to follow his instructions over hers.”
“Did you ever consider yourself Mrs. Wallace’s ‘spy’ or anything like that?” Amanda asked.
“Not once,” said Moe. “Eddie always appreciated that Allie used me as a sort of proxy for her taking care of him herself. He also knew that he could confide in me where his relationship with his wife was concerned because I knew he was simply using me as a ‘sounding board’ for whatever it was he wanted to eventually share with her. This seemed especially important to Eddie because there were frequently weeks or months when their only communication took place over the phone and he was concerned that his words or tone would not adequately convey the meaning that he wanted to share with Allie. Again, I don’t see that being an issue with you and Sean.”
Amanda moved her eyes around to the other women to make certain that she had their attention before continuing, “There is one specific area of Sean’s support that I would like Moe and Nina to assist Emily with, and that relates to protecting him from other women.”
The raised eyebrows from Moe, Nina and Emily brought a smile to Amanda’s face. She continued, “Ladies, I trust Sean explicitly, and it is not his virtue that I am concerned with protecting. Rather, I want your assistance preventing Sean from having to protect his own virtue.”
Moe nodded in apparent understanding, but Amanda could still see the confusion on the faces of Nina and Emily.
“We don’t need to be concerned with a woman crawling in through his fly. Sean would never succumb to any advances of that nature. Our focus should be the more subtle attempts to compromise Sean’s virtue and reputation, and this is where your own female instincts will be invaluable. Sean is the most intelligent man I have ever met, but I have witnessed first-hand how tolerant he is of unwanted flirtations rather than risk hurting someone’s feelings. I expect each of you to always be aware of how other women interact with Sean and to bring anything that you feel is causing Sean discomfort to my attention, or to take steps yourselves to intercede and ease the situation for him. No matter who it is, or what Sean agrees to, we should never let any woman meet with him alone. That is a recipe for false allegations that could adversely impact Sean’s reputation and worse; hurt his feelings. Always keep in mind that our prime concern will always be Sean’s feelings.”
Emily seemed to finally understand what Amanda was trying to say, “After seeing my little shrine to Sean, you not only want me to be his personal assistant but to also help protect his virtue?”
“Are you saying that I can’t trust you around my husband?” Amanda asked with a smile.
“Sure you can,” said Emily. “I’m just surprised that you do.”
“I saw your devotion to Sean,” Amanda said. “I also saw that your devotion didn’t cease once you recognized that he was now married. However, my own female intuition tells me that as long as Sean is committed to someone else, in this case me, that you have placed him off-limits for yourself. Am I wrong?”
“You’re absolutely right,” nodded Emily. “I have always felt that any man who could be stolen away from another woman wasn’t worth having.”
Nina and Moe both chimed in with their agreement over that sentiment and all of them began discussing potential candidates among current female employees that Amanda might want to put the fear of God into.
In the lobby, the elevator doors slid open and two well-dressed Korean men stepped off. They were both of average height, but the heavier of the two had a badly pockmarked face and watery eyes. After quickly surveying the area and seeing no one but the receptionist behind the desk, they approached her. The thinner man spoke as he handed Erica her access card, “Release the door, Erica, then go home to your parents.”
Erica did as she was instructed and had pushed the button to take the elevator to the parking garage before the men had entered the inner offices and let the lobby door close behind them.
Amanda sat at the desk making notes of the names that her guests were providing in between their laughter over each of the candidate’s ambitions towards Sean. When the office door opened without warning, her right hand had instinctively already moved into her messenger bag.
The two Korean men stepped quickly into the office and closed the door behind them. Looking directly at Amanda, the heavier of the two asked in a heavily accented voice, “You are Amanda Wallace?”
Moe, Nina and Emily all glanced at Amanda before turning their attention back to the strange men before them, knowing that they should remain silent and let Amanda deal with this situation.
Leaning back slightly in her chair, Amanda smiled at the men and replied, “I am Amanda Wallace. How may I help you?”
As if controlled by the same puppeteer’s hand, both men pulled their suit coats aside to show the holstered guns that they each wore on their belts. Amanda recognized them both as automatics, probably nine-millimeter from what she saw of them.
“You must come with us,” the heavier man said. “The others must stay.”
“Why?” asked Amanda. “Don’t you like my friends?”
Confused by this response, both men glanced briefly at Nina and Emily sitting on the couch. When they returned their eyes to Amanda, they were staring at the barrel of Sean’s automatic pointed directly at their heads.
They had not considered any resistance, and thus they had not positioned themselves strategically upon entering the room. They realized too late that the woman with the gun could cover both of them at the same time, shoot the first one that moved and still have time to shoot the second before he would be able to draw his own weapon. “Was she good enough with a gun to accomplish this,” they thought.
As if reading their minds, Amanda said, “At this range, I wouldn’t need two shots. The way you are standing right now, my only shot would pass through you,” she nodded towards the man in front, “and still have enough velocity to kill you,” she nodded to the man behind.
Nodding their heads slightly in agreement, both men took care to keep their hands away from the sides of their bodies. They stood staring at Amanda for several seconds waiting for her to speak again.
Amanda never took her eyes off the two men as she watched them accepting their situation. Nodding once again to the man closest to her she said, “Lock your hands together on top of your head and lie down in front of the couch.”
He did as instructed once Nina and Emily had moved their feet out of his way. He was lying between the couch and the coffee table and the space was barely wide enough for him to keep his elbows from touching on either side.
Once he was in position, Amanda nodded to the second man and gave him the same instructions, directing him to lie on the other side of the coffee table. He did as she directed without hesitation.
“Nina, can you or Emily remove the gun from that gentleman’s holster?” Amanda asked.
Without responding, Nina leaned down and felt around under the suit coat until she located the handgrip of the gun and then removed it and sat back on the couch. She held the gun as if she had some experience with weapons, and Amanda noticed that Nina had even checked to ensure that the safety was engaged as she removed it from the holster.
Without being asked, Moe reached over and removed the gun from the other man’s holster, once again impressing Amanda with her obvious experience with weapons.
“You gentlemen can feel free to relax now,” Amanda told them.
“Take a nap if you’d like, just do not make any attempt to rise from the floor until instructed to do so. Nina, Moe, are you okay with those weapons?”
“My father is a police officer, so I have a lot of experience with handguns,” said Nina.
Moe said, “As the wife of a Federal Judge, I have a concealed carry permit and have to qualify for it each year at the shooting range, so I’m fine as well.”
“Excellent,” said Amanda. “Please keep an eye on things while I make a phone call.”
She picked up her cell phone and quickly called Sean on his own. She was hoping that he would not have turned it off while meeting with the FBI. He hadn’t.
“Hi, Amanda,” Sean answered. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“Sorry to interrupt your meeting Sean, but I wanted you to know that we had a couple of gentlemen drop by unexpectedly for a visit...”
Amanda had tried to make her voice seem as light and trouble-free as possible, hoping to forestall any concerns on Sean’s part, but he wouldn’t buy it.
“Are you okay?” he asked with obvious concern in his voice.
“Everyone is fine, Sean. I just wanted you to know in case you wanted to mention our visitors to the FBI while you are there. They are resting comfortably at the moment and I’m sure I could convince them to wait for you to return with the FBI if that’s what you want.”
Amanda could hear the movement as Sean had obviously begun his return to the office when he said, “They’re still there? I’ll be back in under fifteen minutes.”
“Sean, slow down. We have everything under control here and there is no reason for you to rush like this. Get here whenever you can. We’ll be fine until you get here, regardless of when it is.”
Amanda realized that she was wasting her breath as she heard Sean excusing himself as he rushed past people, as well as the background sounds of several other feet running to keep up with him. Smiling to the group assembled in the office, she disconnected the call and said, “These men must be pretty important. Sean is rearranging his schedule just to meet with them.”
Emily giggled while Nina and Moe each just joined Amanda with their own wide smiles.
Amanda examined the shoes of each of the men and saw that they both wore leather dress shoes with laces. She allowed Nina and Moe to keep their guns on the men as she removed the laces from the shoes of each man and used them to securely tie their hands behind their backs. Once she was confident that they were secure, she returned to her desk.
“Moe, what was the name of the young lady at the reception desk this morning?” Amanda asked.
“Erica Wayman,” replied Moe.
“Do you know the extension for the reception desk?” Amanda asked as she picked up the desk phone.
“The extension for reception on each floor is the two-digit floor number followed by eleven, so for our lobby, the extension would be ‘1011’,” answered Moe.
Amanda nodded and dialed the extension. After four rings a recording asked her to select another extension number. Amanda hung up the phone.
“Moe, Nina, are you comfortable watching these gentlemen while I go check out the lobby? No one is answering the phone out there.”
“Only if you take Emily with you,” said Moe. “You shouldn’t go alone.”
Nina and Emily both agreed with Moe.
“Do you mind coming with me Emily?” asked Amanda.
“Not at all,” Emily said as she rose from the couch, stepped over the man in front of her and walked towards the door. Amanda removed a set of keys from the center desk drawer, placed her gun back into the messenger bag, placed the strap over her shoulder and joined Emily.
“I’m going to lock the door when we go out. Please don’t open it unless it is Sean or Bill Lester on the other side, although we should be back before they get here,” Amanda told them.
She led Emily through the door and then locked it behind them.
Other employees in the office area appeared to be oblivious to the situation in Sean’s office. Amanda kept her hand inside the messenger bag as she and Emily quickly walked to the lobby doors. She looked back into the office area to see if anyone was watching them before removing the gun and slowly opening the door leading out to the lobby.
Emily stood back briefly, but moved forward to take the door handle as Amanda moved further out into the lobby, holding the door so both of Amanda’s hands were free and the door wouldn’t close on her.
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