Saturday, 10 July 2010

22. Domestic Service. Every single day...

The entrance to the senators residence.

Every day within the confines of this critical business there's always something different afoot... You'll know my name is Crystal Slater and I know I can safely speak for all of us when I confirm that life is progressing very nicely with a pleasant echo of hope. The thoughts that surround us float by taking me with them. I’m learning so much, embracing each experience and remembering to hold on tightly with both hands...

Saturday 3rd July 2010

At the brief this morning I discovered emphasis on a number of issues, one being the children’s up and coming half term holiday plan, from their private school.

Their mother Kristina advised, at this time of year they usually have a family holiday and she was in the process of looking into several possible options, hopefully to coincide with the senator’s annual leave. We were also made aware the senator is to attend a special senate conference; it was thought the senator might attend this important event prior to joining his family later at an undisclosed location.

Before that though, Jake and I were informed we’d be attending several domestic interviews and they would take place sooner rather than later. It also came to light there had been an incident on the gates to the residence... An individual tried to gain access to the property stating he had business with the senator. Customary further questioning saw the individual display evidence of mental health problems and after being swiftly arrested he was then carted off to the local psychiatric unit because... and this is the scary bit, once he’d been arrested and his vehicle routinely searched this produced tools such as rope, knife and gun with live ammunition, hammer and chloroform. There was also a change of clothes. This guy obviously had a pre-meditated plan.

A hush swept through-out the meeting, everyone took a moment to digest the details of a possible assault on the senator and his family. We all watched as the senator placed a protective arm around his wife Kristina, obviously she had no idea there’d been an attempt on the residence. The chairman continued... there are some sick people in the world but... our security is second to none and there was never, ever any risk to the family.

Kristina gave a final shake of her beautiful head, kissed her husband and excused herself, stating she would finalise their holiday plans and it would be strictly on a need to know basis.

As Kristina left the room we heard the door gently click behind her. Jake cleared the nervous frog in his throat; he advised the rest of us that unfortunately there were far more serious issues to be discussed. An audio tape had been received this morning, its message clear with a direct threat addressed towards the senator... the message was that the senator and his family would never be safe due to the senators own involvement in a group called ‘the patrol’ a terrorist group some of whom had been quite rightly imprisoned, several months earlier. The hush returned to the room and it was the senator who spoke.

“In my position, this is to be expected and we all know certain people will never agree with what the American people and government stand for – these people cannot, must not, be allowed to triumph but at the same time, my concern lies with my family” Taking a deep breath he continued

“So it is extremely important, we go over security arrangements with a fine toothcomb”

The senator leaned back in his black leather chair; he looked at his PA, Richard Keyes.

Richard produced as if by magic the book of secrets and patted it protectively. The secret book discussed at length and I’m sure you’ll appreciate, I'm not at liberty to discuss confidential, classified arrangements but I did see quite clearly, the restricted information was indeed second to none and I happily realised, no way could any of that be compromised... At the end of the meeting the plan was actioned; we all respectively knew our roles.

The senator thanked us for our participation and the meeting was closed.

In the bright kitchen, deep in thought I jumped as Jake whispered,

“You ok Crystal?”

“Yes of course” I responded.

But to be honest, all I wanted to do was reach out, drag him towards me and kiss him fiercely. Tingles, heat and unimaginable desire surged right though me.

“That’s ok then” he smiled.

My focus had to be on setting up a housekeeping meeting with dates, times and venues to be discussed and the various roles and interviews to be arranged...

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