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The Enigma, Chapter 3This story may contain adult content. |
| Written by Paul Harris | |
| Monday, 23 June 2008 | |
Emily felt her stomach give a flutter as the Gulfstream 550 started to descend. She stood from her seat and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.
She was still slightly taken aback by the person looking back at her from the mirror. The long black hair was gone, a casualty of the coiffeuse at the Paris Hilton. In it's place a beautifully sculptured angled bob, tinted and highlighted with shades of red so that the colours shone as she moved her head. She filled the basin with chilled water and splashed it over her face. When she felt refreshed she stood straight and allowed it to dry in the cool breeze from the air conditioning. She pulled the white t shirt over her head and stuffed it into her bag. The reflection showed that her skin was still tanned from the Bahamas, contrasting with her plain white underwear. The diamond of her navel jewellery caught the light from the vanity unit. Emily tore open the plastic wrapper of a newly laundered t-shirt and pulled it on. The garment clung to her like a second skin, showing off her small breasts and toned abdominal muscles. After a quick touch up of her make up, she returned to her seat just as the seat belt light came on. She watched through the window as the city of Barcelona came into view. The plane banked in a long lazy right hand turn over the Mediterranean Sea as it made the final approach to the airport.
Charlie Sugar entered the Restaurant El Trabuc in Granollers, a small town, about 30 miles to the north of Barcelona. El Trabuc's was Henry and Charlie's traditional meeting point. Whenever they had pulled off a scam, or business deal as they preferred to call it, they would go separate ways for a few days and then meet up at the restaurant to analyse the event. "Buonas noches, Senór Sugar." The restaurateur greeted Charlie with a warm smile. "Senór Fox, he is here already." "Splendid, Pedro. Would you be kind enough to bring me a large gin and tonic over?" "Si, Senór." Charlie made his way to the table where he and Henry usually sat. "Fox." "Sugar, everything go alright?" "Perfectly, old chap. We berthed at Gibraltar as planned, David and Mudda's flight left on time. By the time I got back to the boat, Dennis was there waiting to lift it out of the water. He says that all of the paintwork will be done and it'll be back with the rental company by Tuesday." "Good stuff. I had confirmation that the money was in the bank by Monday evening. Have you heard anything about our clients?" Charlie took a long drink. "Ah yes, now for a moment they had me worried. They turned up in Nice as we had arranged with them. Apparently it didn't take them long to work out that there was no yacht rental company. By Monday evening they had contacted their bank and tried to stop the transfer. Then they seemed to disappear, but my men say that they have turned up again, so they'll keep any eye on them for a bit." Charlie stopped talking as the waiter approached with an envelope, which he handed to Henry.
JC brought the Gulfstream to a halt at the executive jet centre, took off her sunglasses and placed them carefully in their case. They were hateful things, but necessary for the job. She had a rule never to wear them outside the cockpit like so many of her male counterparts did. She was an executive jet pilot, not some ******* Top Gun flyboy. She stood, brushed the creases out of her skirt and put on her jacket and hat. It was 37°c outside, but to JC presentation was paramount. JC had first met Charlie many years ago, when Charlie was dating her best friend from college. JC had been on a fast track to nowhere, her college results were rubbish and she had pretty much given up on life, just as life had given up on her. For some reason Charlie had been a huge influence on her. It was his positive outlook and uncompromising attitude to all that he did which made her question her own values. She had left college with a qualification in mathematics and not much else. Desperate to make something of her life she had taken a gamble and applied to an airline based in Houston, Texas to get on their training program. Although she was aware that she would only ever be able to fly commercial jets for American companies, she felt it was better than wasting away in some sleepy English backwater village for the rest of her life. Then, out of the blue she had been approached by a passenger on the Houston to Chicago flight, asking if she remembered him. After their re-acquaintance, Charlie had asked her to leave her job and be his private pilot. A chance she had jumped at.
Emily picked up her briefcase and went and stood by the door. As JC swung the door open the dry heat rushed into the cabin. Emily felt her breath almost being dragged out of her lungs. "Jesus!" JC laughed, "Takes your breath away doesn't it?" Together the two young ladies descended the steps and walked across the tarmac to the cool oasis of the small building. JC was taller than Emily by just a couple of inches, her hair, when not tied up neatly, fell in naturally loose golden curls to between her shoulder blades. Her complexion was paler than Emily's, her eyes seemed to changer colour from brown to green in different lights. The bridge of pale freckles across her nose gave her an innocent, girlish charm. When she was younger she had tried to hide with too much make up, until a lover told her that she was far prettier without it. As they walked through the airport buildings JC dumped her hat in a bin and let her hair down. The next bin was the recipient of her jacket and tie. By the time that they arrived at the check-in for their flight to New York she looked like any other business class traveller.
Henry read the letter twice, before laughing and passing it to Charlie...
My Dear Mr Fox,
Three years ago my father was the victim of two particularly unscrupulous con artists. For two months they played out an elaborate charade, convincing him that they had a business venture worthy of his investment. They led him to believe that they had plans to set up a company specialising in the import of luxury motor vehicles. Realising that my father was a keen motoring enthusiast, they took him under their collective wing and treated him to the high life at some very high profile motoring events. Needless to say that by the time my father had realised that he had been conned, his bank account balance was $500,000 worse off.
Although he knew that he was victim of his own greed, indeed he admitted that an honest man can't be conned. He vowed at that point to track down the culprits and recoup his money. Sadly during the following year his health began to fail him to a point that he could no longer pursue these "Scoundrels", to use his phrase. At this time, I decided that this quest should not go unresolved. Hence I tracked you down and followed you to Nassau. The rest, as they say, is history.
I have taken the liberty of removing $1,000,000 from your Grand Cayman account. This constitutes the $500,000 that you took from my father, plus an additional $500,000 to cover his medical expenses and costs of our investigations.
In the envelope with this letter, you will find the diamond pendant necklace that you so kindly bought for me in Monte Carlo. The Prada dress and all other accessories are secured in the cabin locker of "The Conundrum", I hope you are able to retrieve them!
I apologise for leading you on, and truth be known, had the situation been different I probably would have followed on from my teasing and slept with you. The good times I had with you, will remain cherished memories for a long time.
With Regards, Emily
Naked, Emily sat astride her lover's body. Gently she stroked her finger tips over the soft skin. She let her hand run down the long neck and down over the collar bone to the full round flesh of her breast. She bent her head down and flicked her tongue over the raised nipple. As she did so she pressed her body against that of her lover. Emily's skin tingled in the cool breeze that came in over the calm sea. Their matching diamond navel jewellery glinted in the pale moonlight. JC moaned softly at the touch.Copyright 2008 Paul Harris |
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