Sarah adjusted her shirt, making sure she showed as much cleavage as possible. Then, she took a deep breath and pushed open the huge solid oak door. As she entered the office she almost gasped at its beauty. The walls were covered in oak paneling and the floor was covered with plush royal red carpet. At the back of the office was a huge desk. Behind it was a tall-backed leather chair that faced away from her. Sarah’s wide eyes drifted to the side of the room where a smaller scale replica of the complex sat on top of a table. It was incredibly realistic, with all the same trees and other landscape.
Sarah was startled when a voice spoke from behind the office chair. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” the voice asked.
She felt her heart leap into her throat and for a minute thought she was going to faint. Suddenly the earpiece, which had been silence for a few minutes, came to life with two words. “JACK ANDERSON,” Sarah heard Turner spit out ecstatically.
The office chair that had been facing away slowly rotated until Sarah saw Jack. The man was even sexier than she remembered. He smiled at her and got to his feet. She couldn’t take her green eyes off of him; they felt like somebody had glued them.
“Hello Sarah,” he spoke as he moved closer to her. Jack reached out and took her small hand in his and brought it up to his lips. He kissed the back of it, then said, “it’s a pleasure to see you again.”
Sarah felt weak in the knees, and had to force out a response. “The pleasure is all mine,” she said. The words sounded corny to her ears and she wondered what Jack would have thought. He favoured her with a small laugh, then turned his attention to the complex model.
“I built it,” he told her. “I’ve always lived by the motto, ‘if you want something done right, then do it yourself.’” Jack put his hand out in front of her. “The communicator please,” he said motioning to her ear.
Sarah was shocked, but didn’t bother to deny anything. She carefully removed the earpiece and dropped it into his palm. He studied at it for a few seconds, then let it fall to the floor where he crushed it under his shoe. When he felt the damage was to his satisfaction he looked up at Sarah again. “I was one of the CIA’s top guys, don’t be so surprised, Sarah,” he said.
Jack’s friendly smile faded from his face and was replaced by a grin. Sarah thought he looked less handsome now and more deadly.
“So Sarah, what should I do with you?”
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