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Alexandra Tap sat in the pose of a meditating Buddha on the bank of the creek, her eyes closed but her earpiece fixed in place. A chopper hovered kilometres above, awaiting her instructions.
However, to a passer-by she would have looked simply like a corporate woman relieving the stress of her day by meditating amongst nature, away from emails and conference calls and stakeholder meetings. No one looking at her expensive clothes, her fair unblemished face and the dark tresses falling to her waist would have suspected her true vocation.
She listened to and recorded Tom’s rant. Her mind was working in Zen Koans. She knew in her gut that Tom had revealed something, but the information was not fully illuminated. Let it come, she thought, and in her mind, she began to recite:
Enlightenme
