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Built into my daily schedule is a half hour for a light lunch at my desk. Fruit and yogurt, simple and healthy, I am slicing an apple when my assistant buzzes me.
“Ms. Ann Cromwell is here requesting a few moments.”
How brazen, the woman who broke into my apartment, if bribing or pressuring a locksmith can be so described.
“Have her come in.”
Professionally attired, those lively piercing eyes exude awareness, knowledge. Ann Cromwell smirks in stepping in, knowing to take the straight backed chair.
“Enjoy the website? You spent much time viewing.”
She notes my perplexed expression.
“We’re the government, creators of the internet, remember? We certainly monitor traffic on our top secret domains. I can give you the exact times of your log ons and log offs. But I am curious to know
