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Date Posted: Thursday, July 15, 03:25:33pm
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S.B.
's message, "The Progeny of Four" on Tuesday, June 29, 02:58:59am
Michelle stopped in her tracks, the glass of water in her hand momentarily forgotten. There were voices coming from the sitting room and one of them was her father’s.
It was past midnight, who could he be meeting with at this time? Security? Was there a problem?
She strained to listen but it was of no use; she was too far away. Well there was one way to solve this, she thought, and took a deep breath and crossed the large hallway.
“Father?” she knocked on the door, paused a moment and then pushed it open. Philip was seated in one of the armchairs dressed in his robe. “Are you alright? I heard voices…”
There was another man in the room and he stood quickly as the door opened and looked from Philip over to Michelle and back again. He was young with dark hair, glasses and a goatee.
“I’m fine,” Philip said, not bothering to introduce his guest. “Go on back to your room. Everything’s fine.”
Michelle lingered, looking again at the man with her father; he looked oddly familiar. Where had she seen him before?
“Michelle.”
“Yes? Oh, right. I’m leaving.” She gave her father a nod and closed the door behind her.
Philip waited a minute and then turned to the young man across from him. “I’ll expect weekly reports from you or Steve. It’s best if you don’t come back here to the house. I’ll provide you a secure line within 48 hours.”
“Yes sir,” the young man replied, and prepared to leave.
“And Jim?”
“Yes?”
Philip gazed at the young man before him. “Don’t underestimate your new boss. She won’t hesitate to kill you or your brother if she finds any of this out.”
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