Agent Out of Time (Chapter Three - The Dotted Line, page 1 of 3)

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Deshavi was gone, when I arose in the morning, but her stuff was still there so she had only gone outside and not left altogether. She came in as I was making breakfast. She looked decidedly moody and without asking I made enough breakfast for two.

She glared across the table at me, after I sat down, but I paid her no attention.

"What would it take to get all your stash of money?" She asked sullenly.

Now this I hadn't expected, but I should have. What to do? I decided to play along.

"No more stealing."


"No more whoring."


"A lifelong married commitment to one man, with a baby in your arms no sooner than nine months after your wedding."

I could hear her teeth grinding, as she nodded and then asked, "Anything else?"

Her tone said that she thought I had already asked for far too much from her.

"The man has to be Trent."

Her eyes smoldered anger at me, "Why him?"

"Two reasons. For one, because he's man enough to tame you and not be dominated by you. I like him is the second reason. You two will make beautiful babies together, which I look forward to holding in my arms soon." I added at the last just to see the flames go higher in her eyes.

"Well what do you say?" I asked.

"Yes!" She gritted out. "But I want it in writing!"

I nodded and got up to fetch some paper and a pen. Sitting back down I wrote it all out and then slid the paper across the table to her with the pen. She glanced down at the sheet of paper as she read it.

Her eyes shot up to mine, "Thirteen and a half million!"

I nodded.

She picked up the pen and signed the paper and then slid it back to me.

I signed the paper and dated it.

Triumphantly she declared, "You're a fool! I can be married, have a baby and be divorced inside of two years!"

I glanced up and met her eyes. "That very well may be, but to do it you're going to have to show me first what kind of pathetic excuse of a mother you would be to deprive your newborn child of the love and positive nurturing influence of a father, that even you were ill equipped to do without at the age of three."

She visibly winced with the impact of my words and the cocky look fell off her face entirely.

She reached for the paper, but I removed it out of her reach.

"Too late, it's signed. Now I believe you have some work to do to ensure the inheritance of your fortune. Trent is at his grandfather's place. Good luck with your hunting."

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