Axel…
I found my mate. Two weeks after her abduction, I was busy yelling at my security and my staff. I mobilized everything just to find her. I bathed, shaved, had my clothing cleaned and pressed, had my hair cut, and checked and rechecked my maps. I forced myself to eat because the image in the mirror after I’d shaved off my rough beard showed my cheekbones with too stark clarity, and I didn't want to frighten Felicidad.
I checked my private email and frowned when I saw an email that came from Jonathan Miller. Damn! How did he find out my email? For years, we hacked each other’s systems. I granted full scholarships to those who had potential and trained them well to guarantee their loyalty. But Miller’s men were excellent too; money speaks for everything.
He sent me photos, and I made
