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Elliott Greer had arrived early Sunday morning, which due to the time difference between Sydney and Atlanta placed his arrival only four hours later than his departure time – on the same day of the week. Jet-lag may catch up with him eventually, but being able to sleep on the flight greatly reduce the effects and also allowed him to get to work as soon as Samuel Baldwin had presented him with the Smartphone that Amanda had provided. Before exiting the Atlanta airport, Elliott had confirmed his arrival with Amanda and received further updates to his assignment.
Even though Elliott had been friends with Amanda’s brother Michael since college, he had only actually met Amanda in person twice. The first time was at the funeral of her and Michael’s parents, and the second time had been at Michael’s funeral. This lack of face-to-face time had done nothing to lessen Elliott’s devotion to Amanda Wallace. Through Michael’s description of his sister, her well known accomplishments, photos and videos that he had been shown, and hundreds of telephone and e-mail communications since Michael’s death, Elliott considered Amanda like his own kid sister and was thoroughly committed to her. The fact that she had recognized his loyalty and devotion with increased responsibility and authority within Wallace Holdings proved to him that she was just as bound to him as he was to her. Her calling on him now for his assistance, and his immediate agreement to her requests was as natural for them both as if they had actually been siblings.
Samuel Baldwin was well known to the guards blocking the entrance drive to Prestonwood, but his passenger was not. Elliott had been warned of what to expect, so he did not object to his luggage being searched. His passport was scanned and inspected more thoroughly than Customs and Immigration had done at the airport upon his arrival. After a full body pat-down was conducted he was allowed to re-enter the car and proceed to the conference building that had been designated for his use.
Samuel insisted on taking Elliott’s luggage to his assigned living quarters so that Elliott could proceed directly to the conference room where the team assembled to assist him was already waiting. Chatter quickly dissipated as Elliott walked into the conference room, and those who were not already seated quickly found places to settle while Elliott strode to the head of the conference table to address them.
Elliott Greer did not have an imposing presence. In fact, his appearance and demeanor worked in an exact opposite manner with people, calming them and providing a confidence in him and his leadership before he even spoke. When most people tried to describe his appearance, they generally neglected his physical attributes and mentioned how he made them feel motivated and driven – and his killer smile.
Elliott smiled at the group now as he stood before them, ‘G’day everyone. I’m Elliott Greer, Director of Acquisitions and Investments with Wallace Holdings. I’m told that we’re all going to have some fun with a group of Bush Devils, and I get to lead this party. So, let’s get things started…’
The twenty five paralegals around the table began taking notes as Elliott Greer explained the plan and their individual assignments. This group had been assembled from a list compiled by Bryce Pierre and Ben Evans at Sean’s request. Jeannie Sexton had made five flights Saturday as well as two Sunday morning to get the recruits from Nashville to Prestonwood prior to Elliott’s arrival. The group was a diverse mix of men and women, mostly in their thirties who all had at least seven years of experience as a paralegal with a respected law firm in the Nashville area.
‘…but the key to success will be each of you,’ continued Elliott’s explanation. ‘People have come to believe that ‘If it’s too good to be true, it probably is,’ right? Your primary challenge will be convincing each assigned principal that a professional ‘Savior’ really has arrived at their doorstep. Decisions on each offer must be made within three days, which means that the principal’s confidence in the validity of the offer must be established from the outset by their acceptance of your credentials and authority to make the offer. Your law firms have all provided documentation for you that certify your right to represent Wallace Holdings, and you will be able to provide your principals with multiple independent sources, both in the government and the private sector that would confirm everything in the offer as presented to them is legitimate. That covers things for now. Your dinner will be served in here shortly. Please enjoy it and the rest of your evening. We’ll reconvene here for breakfast at 7AM and get started.’
***
Amanda felt Sean stirring beside her and slowly rolled over to lie on top of him. His lips met hers just as a moan escaped them.
‘Good morning Mr. Wallace. I thought I might have to take advantage of you in your sleep, but now that you’re awake…’
Sean was pleased with Amanda’s affectionate interests, and not simply because his body craved hers. Neither of them had been in much of an amorous mood since Friday morning, so the desire evident within Amanda signified that her mood was continuing to lighten.
They spent Friday night at Prestonwood where they were updated by Grandma Beth during dinner and Amanda could see for herself how the girls were adapting to their new home while Sean could verify that the security for the facility was more than adequate. They had left Saturday morning to return to Tennessee.
Rather than flying this time, Sean convinced Amanda to drive his car. He explained that her first experience driving on the left side of a car would be easier on an interstate highway since she would only need to change lanes occasionally. Amanda adjusted quickly, with her only challenge along the way being a tendency to activate the windshield wipers when she intended to select the turn signal for lane changes. Sean sympathized with this because he had experienced the same challenge when driving cars in Australia and England. He directed her to less travelled country roads once they exited the freeway so that she could become accustomed to making turns into the proper lanes with less likelihood of encountering other cars. Amanda had to pause a few times to remember to choose the inside lane on right turns and the far lane on left turns, but she pulled into the drive at their Tennessee house in the early afternoon on Saturday, confident that she would be able to drive on American roads as long as she avoided any distractions for awhile.
Shortly after arriving to the house, she had positioned herself in their home office to start making the contacts that she and Sean had discussed. Sean had initiated many of these during their drive, so her focus was on her personal contacts and others familiar with who she was. Sean had taken Merlin out into the woods along the river where he could explore nature as Sean went through his exercise routines. By dusk, Sean had showered, joined Amanda and began delegating tasks to Monica over the phone as Amanda did the same with Nina. After a quick dinner, Sean and Amanda returned to their separate computers in the office, interrupting their research and e-mails only long enough to answer the occasional call on their respective cell phones.
They had both wanted to be at Wallace Enterprises early Sunday morning, but neither wanted to forgo attending church service with Grandma Carol. Choosing the earliest morning service at 10 am, and then sending Carol back to the house with one of the security detail allowed them to arrive in the parking garage before noon.
Sean was pleased with the heightened security that was clearly visible outside and inside the building, even on a Sunday. No vehicles were allowed into the parking structure until they were searched, and ‘man-trap’ doors had been installed at all building entrances. These doors made it impossible for a person to ‘piggy-ba
ck’ another person’s entry into the building, requiring each body to enter separately and only after their badge had been accepted as valid by the electronic readers. Metal detectors were positioned prior to all elevators and armed guards were positioned to search all bags, purses or packages being brought into the building. The new nine millimeter Glock automatic pistol in Amanda’s messenger bag drew the attention of both the metal detectors and the guard at the parking garage elevator, and he diligently verified the identity of both Amanda and Sean before acknowledging that they were who they claimed and allowed her to carry the weapon into the building.
Brian Hibbert had already arrived and was busy directing the delivery and installation of computer and network equipment to the conference rooms on floors six, seven, and eight. Personnel from Brandt Consulting were logging onto the computers as soon as they were connected.
Floor six’s conference room had been designated by Moe for ‘criminal research’ and the personnel there would be scouring public and private records for any information available on the targets. Floor Seven’s conference room was dedicated to ‘financial research’ and was tasked with gathering information on assets of Tri-Star Partners as well as the owners of the company. Floor Eight’s conference room was the ‘war room’, where accumulated data would be analyzed by Amanda and Sean before being either discarded or incorporated into their plan of attack. Moe, Nina, Monica and Rick Acosta had established positions in this room.
Building off information previously obtained by both Brandt Consulting and the FBI, the initial attack plan was well established before Sean and Amanda left the office around 8PM to return home. Having a plan of attack rather than simply reacting to the assaults of others had buoyed both Sean and Amanda’s spirits, but they had still been uninterested in physical affection until this morning.
Amanda was not only making up for lost time in her passionate pursuit of both hers and Sean’s pleasure, she was also trying to build up a reserve of mutual satiated gratification since Sean would be leaving in a few hours to initiate the part of their strategy that he had been preparing for over the weekend. They weren’t certain how long he would need to be gone, so Amanda made love to him as if he was a soldier going off to some foreign land to do battle. The warrior in him would be obvious, and the battles would definitely be fought, but as far as either of them knew, everything would take place in the State of Georgia.
Her inexperience was no hindrance to her objectives. She knew how she and Sean fit together, so she focused her attention on that shared physical attribute in every position they had already tried, as well as one she had heard some girls in college mention, called ‘Reverse Cowgirl’. That was one position she was definitely going to be doing with Sean as often as possible. She felt even fuller of his erection than when he entered her from behind, and with his proven stamina, she knew that her own pleasures would be prolonged beyond her ability to maintain consciousness.
‘Are there any circumstances where you won’t be able to call me at least once a day?’
Sean had to listen carefully because Amanda’s face was buried against his neck as she spoke. Their sated bodies laid on the tangled sheets and comforter on the floor where their love-making had culminated.
‘You remember that there are areas down there where cell coverage is non-existent, but I’ll find some way of getting in touch with you every day. If the leads that Rick Acosta mentioned at Autry State Prison have information that identify the people that killed Glenn Parker, burnt the cabins and abducted Mickey, two or three days should be all we need to find out who sent them. He should know something by noon.’
Raising her head to look into Sean’s eyes, Amanda brushed hair off her face and said, ‘I know we need to have some sort of proof, but I wish we could just destroy DeMarcus Steele and the other leaders of Tri-Star Partners and be done with all of this.’
Sean assumed a sitting position with his back against the side of the bed, and then guided Amanda to sit between his legs and lean back against him. After wrapping the sheet around both of their bodies, Sean embraced her and said, ‘Every indication we have is that DeMarcus Steele is behind the abduction of you and the girls, but we don’t know if the other principals at Tri-Star Partners are also involved. The cars driving past Prestonwood, staking it out over the weekend were all trailed back to a house belonging to Steele, so we know he has more than a casual interest in where he suspects the girls might be. His relationship with Tom Folsom, who is implicated in the trafficking scheme by his cell phone calls to Sherriff Smith is also established, but once again, there is nothing yet pointing to Jun Kim or Stephan Mota being involved.’
Positioning Sean’s hands inside the sheet against her bare breasts and squeezing them to convey her desire, Amanda said, ‘I trust your plans, Sean. As we agreed, I’ll focus on distracting Tri-Star Partners while you get the proof you need to deal with DeMarcus Steele as you see fit. I do think it’s interesting how no one has heard anything from Tom Folsom or the Morris’s since last week. Do you think they’re in hiding somewhere?’
While caressing Amanda’s nipples with the lightest touch of the palms of his hands, Sean replied, ‘Who knows. It really doesn’t matter since they were obvious dupes used by Tri-Star Partners to try and get control of my company. I’ll deal with Kim and Mota when I’m done with Steele. You just make them feel the pain before I get to them.’
‘It will be my second pleasure, Mr. Wallace. Right after my first pleasure, which is making love to my husband again.’
***
It had become clear to I-Bar after driving by the church retreat himself that the information Stephan Mota had provided on the location of his shipment of girls was virtually worthless to him.
The visible security began with every vehicle traveling the road approaching the entrance to the retreat being blatantly photographed by uniformed and armed guards standing along the side of the street. I-Bar had sent cars by to check the location several times since Friday, and whether it was day or night, the cars were photographed each time they drove down the street. The entrance drive itself was blocked by two of the biggest Hummers that I-Bar had ever seen. These had to military versions, but regardless of who they belong to, their positioning and accompaniment by more than a dozen heavily armed guards made getting past them impossible without something equivalent to a Marine landing force. The fence around the property, at least what I-Bar could see of it from the road, didn’t look too tough, but the patrols of guards with their dogs appeared to have the entire perimeter covered. Each patrol was positioned to always have at least two other patrols in sight, which meant that there must be close to twenty patrols always on duty around the border of the property. When he had sent some of his men across the river to see what that side of the property looked like, they had encountered police and private security obstacles preventing them from getting anywhere near the river within a half mile on either side of the retreat. From a bridge over the river more than a mile away, one of I-Bar’s men was able to get a picture on his cell phone that showed several inflatable motor boats with pairs of armed guards in them, sitting stationary in the river all along the bank where the retreat was located.
It was also clear to I-Bar as he drank his third glass of orange juice since breakfast that he needed to raise some money fast. True, he hadn’t needed to pay the balance of what the traders had been expecting due to them being arrested, but he had covered his up-front expenses through hisTri-Star Partners accounts, which now left him short
for other commitments even if the accounts were unfrozen by the Feds.
Mota had made it clear that he and Kim expected I-Bar to cover their losses due to all their accounts being frozen, but the extent of these would be limited to the potential of the options each had on the table when the time came to exercise those options. If the respective commodities came in lower than the option price on each, then the option would be allowed to expire and either Mota or Kim would see no loss. However, if the price was higher than the option amount, then the difference would be the loss his partners would experience by not being able to exercise the option at that time.
More troubling to I-Bar was learning that Jun Kim was still holding Kimberley. While I-Bar didn’t think Kim knew of his love for Kimberley, he couldn’t be certain of that. Kimberley may had said something that provided Kim with knowledge of him and Kimberley having a relationship, so the sooner he could get her away from Kim, the better. Kim could be persuaded with cash far more easily than through intimidation, so this was another reason that I-Bar was pondering how to raise money as quickly as possible.
What I-Bar wanted more than anything right now was to get his hands onto Amanda Wallace. If he could get her away from Sean Wallace, not only would his financial problems be solved, but he knew he could also arrange for the return of the girls. If Amanda Wallace wanted to go back to some limp-dick white guy after I-Bar had turned her into his Bitch for a few days, then he might even let her go. Maybe. He had to find her and then see what his options were to separate her from the ‘Pussy’.
There wasn’t much that I-Bar could do to squeeze his pimps for more money or expect his pushers to suddenly find enough new customers to increase his revenue from those ventures. His quickest way of bringing additional money in was to take it from the black, and a few white businesses that his operational section of Tri-Star Partners controlled. Each of the gangs had focused their Tri-Star Partners activities on their respective populations, which naturally left I-Bar with the largest pool of businesses to intimidate and extort money from. He was about to give orders to that effect when he received an unexpected text message on his cell phone.
‘Good morning Mr. Steele. I think it’s time you and I met. Please call me at your convenience. Thank you, Amanda Wallace.’
***
Ernest Han didn’t hesitate to bring this situation to the attention of Jun Kim. After all, he was just a lowly bookkeeper, as Jun Kim had reminded him on many occasions, so discovering bank accounts at two Tri-Star Partners managed companies no longer being accessible was above his level of responsibility.
Jun Kim accepted the information as a nuisance and merely assigned the task of investigating the matter to Kai Young, one of his most thorough enforcers. Young started with a phone call.
‘Tip-Top Laundry. May I help you?’ The American accent of the woman answering the phone surprised Young.
‘Let me speak to Hwan,’ said Young in Korean.
‘I’m sorry, but I don’t understand the language you are speaking. Do you speak English?’
Young grudgingly switched to the ‘dog language’, ‘Let me speak to Hwan,’ he repeated.
‘I’m sorry, but there is no one here by that name…’
‘He owns the damn place you idiot!’ growled Young. ‘Put him on the phone.’
‘Sir, I work for Tip-Top Laundry and I can assure you that the last name of the owner is not ‘Hwan.’
‘Fine,’ snarled Young. ‘Then what is the name of the owner?’
‘I do not know sir.’
‘Put them on the phone then,’ barked Young, still trying to intimidate this unknown person on the other end of the telephone line.
‘A representative for the owner can be reached at 678-438-0987. I believe he is expecting your call sir. Good day.’
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