James picked up the phone that sat upon his glass topped desk, dialled the number, drummed his fingers on the cool glass as he listened to the endless menu of options before eventually opting to be put through to reception, drummed some more as he had to endure some dreadful musak. Eventually a cheery voice answered and he was directed through to the desired extension.
‘Detective Bob Fowler, Fraud Squad!’ was announced in sharp tone.
James then planted a seed that would assuredly grow.
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ProstitutionOn the second sunrise, after a long needed sleep, Zula was put to work, to fetch and carry and clean. The old woman instructed her on each of her chores and introduced her to the girls and their quarters. The rooms on the lower tier were to be cleaned once a sunrise with the sheets changed
