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Heavy TrafficChapter 18 free porn video
As the crow flies, Jun Kim’s house on Woodlake Drive was probably less than ten miles from Stephan Mota’s own house, but due to the shape of Lake Lanier along its southern shoreline, and the congestion caused by mid-afternoon traffic, it took Mota more than an hour to drive there.
Exchanging nothing beyond the standard pleasantries until they had boarded Kim’s twenty-five-foot pontoon boat, and had reached a distance from the shore that would render parabolic microphones ineffective, the two men were now ready to discuss their situations openly with each other.
“You were not able to reach Steele?” asked Mota.
“I left him four voicemail messages,” replied Kim.
“So, we do not know if he has become aware of the actions of Amanda Wallace?”
“We do not, but her actions against you and I have been obvious, so we should assume that he would have also noticed them if he too has been targeted.”
“I agree,” said Mota, “and since he is the one who pissed off Wallace, I can’t imagine him not being targeted at least as aggressively as we have been. Have you had any further contact with the guy who claimed to represent Amanda Wallace?”
“No, I have been waiting to hear from my people on how much damage has been done with the acquisitions of the Tri-Star accounts before calling the number provided for this Greer. Have you heard anything more from her lawyers?”
Mota shook his head and replied, “Every call I’ve made has been to request a meeting with Amanda Wallace and the lawyers promise to get back to me with an answer as soon as they have one, but I had the impression that they were placating me. Something else is in the works with Amanda Wallace, Sean Wallace or both. I can sense it.”
“You may be correct,” agreed Kim. “So far, the revenge, if that’s what this is, has been merely a costly inconvenience for us, but it will have little long-term effect; at least where I am concerned. How about you?”
“Losing the restaurant is a major inconvenience because of the systems that I’ll need to have relocated, but to your point, the money lost will only be a short-term hindrance.”
“I also believe you are correct in assuming that something more is coming. The trouble that Amanda Wallace has gone to so far is too extensive to be done so only to inconvenience us. If your suspicions about Sean Wallace influencing the investigation into the Judge are true, do you think we will find the FBI or other agencies knocking on our doors soon?”
Mota thought Kim was being cavalier in his assessment of their risk, “This seems very personal to Amanda Wallace, and I would have to assume Sean Wallace as well. Maybe we should hope that they get the authorities involved in their plans against us...”
Their conversation was interrupted by the ringing of Kim’s cell phone. He glanced at the display and said, “Steele.”
Mota simply nodded as Kim put the phone on speaker and answered the call. “DeMarcus, I have you on speaker so Mota can hear you as well.”
“I don’t give a fuck who is listening. What do you want Kim?
“Mota and I wanted to include you in a discussion we are having about Amanda Wallace, but we shouldn’t conduct it over a cell phone...”
“Yeah, I want to be included in that conversation. Are you at your house?” asked DeMarcus.
“We’re on the lake on my boat. Where are you?”
“Coming up to 400 on 285.”
“Why don’t you jump onto 400 north and head to Mary Alice Park. We’ll pick you up at the dock where I met you last time. Thirty minutes should give us all enough time to get there.”
“I’ll see you there,” said DeMarcus as the call ended.
“As you instructed, I made myself more accessible to Mr. Steele on the return trip in case he wanted to talk,” Jeannie Sexton said as a preamble to her conference call report.
“Thank you, Jeannie,” replied Amanda from the eighth-floor conference room at Wallace Enterprises. She was joined by Gail Bennet, Kris Acosta, Nina Aldaco, Elliott Greer and Moe.
“Did Mr. Steele act as we anticipated?”
“Pretty much. He was enraged on the drive to the airport, and I could tell that he wanted to use his phone to call someone, but it was equally evident that he didn’t want me to overhear his conversation. He had calmed slightly by the time I got him on the plane and he spent most of the flight grilling me on your travel habits and routines as well as asking me everything he could about what I knew of your security arrangements, especially when you travel.”
“Did he have any communications with anyone else, either on the drive to the airport or on the flight?” asked Amanda.
“He received and sent a few text messages or e-mails from his phone, but I didn’t see them.
“At least one of them should have been from his bank communicating that his balance has dropped below the threshold he had established before he would be notified,” commented Elliott.
“That’s probably true,” agreed Jeannie. “About mid-flight, he asked if the plane had internet access. Apparently, he wanted to access the internet and he couldn’t get a consistent enough data connection on his cell phone. I do know that he spent several minutes appearing to access the internet before he left the terminal here and headed to his car. He was definitely enraged once more by the time he drove out of the lot, having to pay cash for his parking.”
“Could we return for a minute to what Mr. Steele was told about your travel routines?” asked Gail.
Amanda spoke into the speakerphone on the conference table. “Jeannie, please fill Gail in on what specific questions Mr. Steele asked you about my travel routine.”
“Sure. He wanted to know how much advanced notice you gave me when you wanted to fly somewhere, how many security personnel typically traveled with you, and how often you flew versus using other means of transportation. I explained that I had only flown you and Mr. Wallace a couple of times, and both had been pretty short notice trips with only the two of you onboard. I reminded him that I had only recently become your personal pilot so I couldn’t speak to anything beyond my limited scope of knowledge.”
“Did he ask anything about flight plans?” asked Gail.
“No, I don’t think he is familiar enough with aviation rules to know about flight plans. He really isn’t a very intelligent man. He did ask if I drove Mrs. Wallace around when she traveled, if she drove herself, or if she had someone else drive her. I told him that Mr. Wallace had always arranged their ground transportation.”
“Okay, thank you,” said Gail. “Those are my only questions for right now.”
“Anyone else?” Amanda asked of the assembled group. Everyone simply shook their heads in response.
“Excellent report Jeannie, thank you. Please get some rest tonight. I won’t need you back here until tomorrow afternoon sometime. Nina will e-mail you the particulars...”
Right now, Amanda Wallace was the only thing that DeMarcus Steele hated more than being on a boat. He didn’t share the fact that he didn’t know how to swim with either Kim or Mota, instead claiming his dislike was due to motion sickness. It was for this reason that Kim tried to find the calmest waters for their journey back towards the center of the lake.
DeMarcus didn’t have as much patience as Kim or Mota. When the boat had barely cleared the entrance to the marina he yelled over the sound of the boat’s engine, “I’m going to kill that bitch!”
He continued his tirade of threats against Amanda Wallace until Kim had cut the engine, but had enough sense left to not use her name.
Kim joined Mota and Steele in one of the chairs mounted to the deck of the boat. “Obviously, Amanda Wallace has targeted each of us. You were right Stephan.”
“She showed me that her company had acquired your accounts without paying you anything,” interrupted Steele.
“She ‘showed’ you?” asked Mota. “You’ve met her?”
Steele nodded and then relayed details of the business portion of his meeting with Amanda Wallace to Kim and Mota.
He didn’t think they needed to know about her disrespectful comments about his cock. That was his own personal issue that he would avenge when the time came.
Mota and then Kim related their misfortunes at the hands of Amanda Wallace.
The anger in Kim’s next comment was obvious and grew as he spoke each word, “She paid you five million dollars and we received nothing!”
“She scammed me, dammit!” retorted Steele. “She must have had something on her laptop that captured my login information because by the time I got back to Atlanta, not only was the five million gone but so was every dollar in every bank account I have. She took me for more than thirty million dollars! I have sixty-seven dollars in my pocket, and then I’m broke until I get my hands on her and strangle my money back out of her.”
Mota could barely contain his smile, so he turned to face Kim to hide his face from Steele’s view until he composed himself.
“I think that is all the proof we need to know that Amanda Wallace is not acting alone.”
Turning back to Steele he asked, “Where was Sean Wallace, or didn’t she say?”
“She told me he was out hunting someplace. I know he used to do some hunting and trapping when he was at that cabin down in South Georgia...”
“What part of South Georgia?” Mota asked.
“Fuck, I don’t know. Major Ellis’ kid knew how to find it and I never asked.”
Steele filled them in on who Major Ellis was and how he had sent his kid to burn down Wallace’s cabin.
“Could Sean Wallace have learned about the involvement of this Minor Ellis?” asked Mota.
“I don’t know how,” said Steele, “but why would it matter?”
Mota glanced at Kim to make certain that he was paying attention to this conversation.
“I warned you DeMarcus that you were underestimating Sean Wallace. I told you that he used to be a Force Recon Marine, which makes him one of the most lethal killing machines this country has ever placed into combat. That didn’t impress you, so I reminded you that Sean Wallace has more money at his disposal than most governments in this world and could use that to buy a fucking army if he chose and you dismissed that. Now I’ve learned that Wallace has close ties to the current President of these United States, which I’m sure doesn’t impress you either.”
Kim stood and said, “None of that impresses me either. Killing Wallace will render his power and influence just as ineffective as any other man.”
Mota pulled out his cell phone and pulled up a web page before presenting it for Steele and Kim to review.
When they had seen the picture on the screen, Mota put the cell phone back into his pocket and said, “That picture is from a news story that caught my attention this morning. It shows the remains of a building in South Georgia where twenty-six men died last night. They burnt to death after apparently being overcome by carbon monoxide poisoning...”
“Who gives a fuck...” said Steele.
Mota continued, “You should give a fuck. This event has many of the traits associated with covert military operations of the sort that Sean Wallace would be expert at and happened in a location where he might very well currently be ‘hunting’. I don’t suppose Amanda Wallace mentioned what he was hunting for, did she?”
“She didn’t say and I didn’t ask,” said Steele. “Once I find him though his hunting days are through.”
Kim nodded and said, “I had hoped that Amanda Wallace would be leverage against Sean Wallace. Do you still think that is the case?”
“Leverage for what?” asked Mota.
Steele interjected, “To draw him out so he can be killed. What else? I think that Pussy would likely run and hide, but I’m planning on getting Amanda Wallace for my own purposes. If those also bring us Sean Wallace so he can be killed, I won’t complain.”
“I have no objection to eliminating Sean Wallace,” said Mota, “I just think that it isn’t going to be as easy as you two are assuming it will be. I believe Amanda Wallace has also demonstrated her resourcefulness to a degree that we need to respect and not underestimate.”
“You leave Amanda Wallace to me,” said Steele. Turning to Kim he said, “If Pussy Wallace shows up to try and rescue her, he’s all yours.”
“Do you need any help capturing her?” asked Kim. Mota remained out of their conversation and let them scheme themselves into certain calamity.
Kim dropped DeMarcus off at the marina where his car was parked and quickly began his trip back across the lake to his dock. DeMarcus had been so preoccupied with their plans for Amanda Wallace that he neglected to ask Kim about Kimberly.
The main body of the lake wouldn’t present many challenges to navigation once the sun set, but the shallower water closer to the shore could hold submerged logs and other obstacles that he would rather encounter with enough daylight left to see them.
There was no conversation between Mota and Kim during the return trip, and both men were content to spend the time with their own thoughts.
Quick goodbyes were exchanged on the dock and Mota was in his car before Kim had entered his own house. Although Kim had invited Mota to stay for dinner, both men knew the invitation was cursory and not genuine in any way.
It took Mota slightly less time to get home, but he still cursed the man-made bottlenecks that traffic engineers in Georgia seem to compete with each other to design into the roads. His lack of patience was exacerbated by the fatigue he was feeling after a night of little to no sleep.
He grabbed a quick snack and retired to his home office to conduct the research and make the inquiries he would need for the next day. He wasn’t certain of the time when he fell asleep sitting at his desk.
Watching Mota from a tree branch fifty yards away, Sean Wallace would be able to tell him it was 10:15 pm because he had climbed down and moved on to his next target shortly after that.
Jun Kim was proud of his ability to sleep soundly when many men his age were bothered by stress, an enlarged prostate, or some other malady that either woke them during the night or kept them up later than they would have liked.
He was naturally puzzled when this night he awoke for no apparent reason. He lay in his bed, questioning whether he was simply dreaming that he was awake, but his awareness of the night and his surroundings grew the longer he lay there.
The house was mostly silent. There were occasional squeaks and groans emitted from the house, but nothing uncommon or unnatural. His wife slept downstairs on nights when her hips bothered her, such as tonight, so Kim knew it wasn’t her restlessness or anything that had awaken him, but something must have.
Kim finally realized that he was lying in a fetal position in his bed. He never slept in this position, but he couldn’t remember moving into it during the time he was aware of being awake.
Stretching out and lying on his back, Kim continued to listen to the sounds of the house and contemplate this strange restlessness that he had experienced. He didn’t feel rested, and thought that if he could get his mind off why he had woken up, he would be able to easily find sleep again.
What Kim had really been sensing finally found its way to his consciousness, “Where are my guards?” he asked the room, confident now that there was someone there to hear his words.
“By all appearances, they each broke their neck diving headfirst into the shallow end of your pool.”
The voice was male, American, calm, and denoted strength and confidence that he was in complete control. If what he said about the guards was true, then in all likelihood, he was in complete control.
“Why would they dive into the pool?” Kim asked the voice. He sensed that its origin had changed locations in the dark room and he was right.
“It wasn’t their choice.”
“Was it yours?” asked Kim.
“Mr. Kim, everything that happens here tonight is my choice.”
“You’re Sean Wallace, aren’t you?”
Silence.
“What is it that you want?”
More silence.
Kim reached to turn on the bedside lamp. He heard the breaking of his arm before he felt the excruciating pain. His scream was quickly muffled by a pillow over his face, almost as if the assailant had been prepared to quiet the resulting noise from the broken arm.
It took several minutes for the pain to subside enough for the pillow to be removed, and Kim now wondered how this man knew that the time was right.
“Why are you taking this so personal, Mr. Wallace? Tri-Star Partners was merely conducting business with your company.”
“You are the one that made me your enemy, Mr. Kim. It wasn’t my choice. If you, Mota and Steele had only attacked my company, I could have left the matter to the lawyers and accountants to sort out. You didn’t do that though, did you, Mr. Kim?”
“I was only trying to get our money back...”
“That’s not an unexpected perspective, Mr. Kim. However, your money was never an issue. Friends of mine took steps to recover money that Tri-Star Partners had stolen. Is that the money you sought to recover for you and your partners?”
“We had a business contract. The money was ours to manage...”
“Whoever told you that the contract between my company and Tri-Star Partners was legal is your enemy Mr. Kim, for it is this person who led you down the path you took...”
“My actions were all business. There was nothing personal against you intended.”
“Where are Kimberly and Mark Morris?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about...”
“Bill Lester already told me that you have them. Where are they?”
“Gone.”
Kim reluctantly explained the orders he had given. He sensed that he would soon be dead, but he would not give this man the satisfaction of saving the Morris’. The response to his explanation surprised him.
“I’m not really interested in what you did with the Morris’, but when you sent your goons after Amanda, you signed your death warrant. I’m sure that you didn’t realize it at the time, so I’ll allow you a few minutes to reflect on that fact now. No threat to Amanda will ever be tolerated by me, and I find you most intolerable, Mr. Kim.”
“We are businessmen, Mr. Wallace. I’m sure that we can come to a mutually satisfactory arrangement...”
“You have already demonstrated an inability to distinguish business from personal, Mr. Kim. Now, get out of the bed and go open the French doors.”
These doors opened onto the balcony, which in turn overlooked the swimming pool in the back of the house.
“Why should I do what you want? You intend to kill me anyway.”
“Mr. Kim, I am very good at killing. I am even better at making you wish you were dead. You are a coward, and we both know that you are going to get out of that bed and do exactly what you are told out of fear of more pain.”
Kim struggled to extricate himself from under the covers without aggravating his broken arm. He winced several times, and had tears in his eyes as he finally stood beside the bed. He still had not had a glimpse of the man in his room, and all he could make out now as he walked towards the French doors was an indistinct shape of a body in the shadows of the room. He opened the doors but remained in the room.
“Remove your clothes. Just lower them and step out, leaving them where they fall.”
Kim slept only wearing boxer shorts. He cradled his injured arm against his chest as he used his other hand to start pulling his shorts down from the waist. As the elastic waistband cleared his buttocks, the shorts fell freely to the floor.
“Now, step out onto the balcony. You may look over to the pool if you want to verify the condition of your guards. That is your choice.”
Kim did walk out onto the balcony, but he had no interest in looking down onto the bodies of his guards, which he was certain would be just as this man had described them. He stopped in the middle of the balcony deck and did something that surprised him. He turned to face his executioner.
Sean Wallace was not bothered by Jun Kim turning to face him. He stood in the doorway between the moonlit balcony and the dark bedroom with camouflage make-up on his face and dressed in black. Even if he had been recognizable to the man, he would never be able to describe him to anyone when Sean had completed this mission.
Kim’s eyes sought out those of Sean Wallace, but as soon as he looked into them, he broke eye contact and looked away. While his brief glimpse had shown him fierce eyes filled with rage, Kim suddenly felt unworthy to look into those eyes. Lowering his head, Kim turned away and faced towards the pool once more.
Kim sensed the movement behind him seconds before he felt a gloved hand grab a large portion of the hair on his head. At almost the same instant, he felt another gloved hand reaching between his legs from behind and quickly lifting him off his feet. He didn’t have time to consider the discomfort of having his testicles pushed so abruptly into his body before the pressure was released and he found himself falling.
His body had not been thrown from the balcony, but simply lifted over the railing and dropped, almost as if he weighed nothing. Unfortunately, he did weigh something and this weight was focused entirely on his two bare feet as they struck the concrete deck of the pool thirty feet below.
Kim didn’t know the structure of the human foot and leg, but he did know that this structure experienced significant damage when he landed, and this damage rendered him unable to maintain any semblance of balance. His scream of pain did nothing to impede his momentum towards the side of the pool, and it was quickly silenced by the water engulfing his sinking body.
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