Sophia spoke as she tucked a cordless white phone in her ear. Sitting behind a modest, but brilliant, chestnut desk holding a large computer screen she waited as her slow internet connection came to life. Down below, Sophia’s two cats roamed around her feet wondering what was upsetting their owner. “I can’t give a name, I’m sorry. What I need to know is who is Lionel Quinn?” “Sophia you’re asking a lot of me, girl. I’m retired now. I’m living out in the country with the cows like you are,” Julia replied. “This woman isn’t interested in seeing the ugly face of reality again.” “Please,” Sophia pleaded looking around the den she had made into her office. To the public eye her office appeared intelligent and well designed with light brown carpet, cream colored walls, and light green shades that complimented the shape and form of the office. But to Sophia, her office still needed some color and character. “This man is using blackmail like a hard fist. If he has stooped to this level, he can’t have a very honest life in London.” “Senators black mail people, girl, and appear like saints to the public.
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