"I think you were already involved in the privacy business in some way before you gave evidence." He watched her intently, waiting for a crack to appear. Sure she looked desperate and fuck if it wasn't as hot as hell to see her cornered like this, still all hot from her run and from their little skirmish together on the kitchen counter. This was going to be the best lay of his life. Make her crack, the unbreakable privacy specialist with her mysterious past and then drill her into screaming submission on her own smooth household kitchen surface. He was getting close and he could feel it, scent it, like a lion rounding on its prey. This would be a day to remember. "The program didn’t want you to go back to your old business but you decided to do it anyway. You believed, correctly I imagine, that you could do a better job than them and of course you probably missed your old life. You missed the money and you certainly missed the challenge." He was close alright, so very close. "Stop." Katy said.
