The coming of the New Order to Great Britain.
The van sped into the garage and he closed the door behind it. Once sealed inside, the side door slid open with a loud roar and the petite blonde bound and gagged in the back looked out. She was confused and had no idea where she was or what was going on.
Mark stepped forward and handed a wad of cash to the man stepping out of the passenger seat, just before he grabbed the girl and tossed her out of the van and onto the floor. Mark grabbed her arm and pulled her up to her feet and leaned her against the wall near the door into the house.
Seconds later, the man from the van ran into the house with a simple nod, and she could hear sounds of a muffled voice. He came back through the door into the garage with a tall pale brunette over his shoulder, bound and gagged in a similar way.
With the brunette in the van, looking back at Mark with tears in her eyes, they closed the side door and Mark opened the garage as he guided the blonde into the house.
The trade was complete. He had no idea who the blonde was or where she came from, and had no idea where his wife was going to. All he knew was that he had a new, younger toy to break in and 2 weeks off of work to start.
No hands, no words, just do your job
On the sidewalk, in front of the building where she used to have an office.
Hansel & Gretel.
“His ‘assistant’, fuck, what a laugh. I’d rather he just called me ‘personal whore’. Everybody knows he hired me because I was his biggest rival among movie critics.
“He watches movies in the theater more often than he used to, just so he can sit in the back row and make me fondle him or suck him or even just hold his fucking popcorn.”