The Corporation Girl


She thought she heard his voice in the hallway outside of her apartment, so she immediately changed out of her tracksuit into something ‘a little less comfortable.’ She had just finished putting on her long red wig when he began knocking on her door.

“Jerry darling, what a surprise she said giving him a passionate kiss. I wasn’t expecting to see you until Thursday.”

“I had a meeting on this side of town so thought I might give you a little visit. I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course it is,” she said with what seemed a sincere smile.

In reality it had caught her way off guard. She hadn’t had a chance to read the latest dossier from her handler yet, and new there was something she was supposed to include in the conversation to draw him out a bit.

“It’s a bit early to open a bottle of wine,” she said. “Should I put the kettle on?”

“I was thinking more about taking things off, if you know what I mean,” he said with a wink.

“Why don’t you go into the bedroom than and get comfortable. I will be in in just a minute,” she said giving him a kiss.

As he started loosening his tie and heading to the bedroom, she took a quick look at the file.

“Oh, I see,” she said to herself and grabbed a bottle of red and two glasses.

As she entered the bedroom she said, “Brought us a little something after all.”

Ten minutes later, after the drug took hold, she got the combination for his briefcase from the dossier and she quickly photographed the encloses design specifications. The folks back at the firm were going to love this, the whole project was in there.

“Sometimes you make this too easy, Jerry,” she said quietly giving him a kiss on his sleeping cheek. “But a girl has to do what a girl’s got to do.”



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“I’m really not sure about this,” Ryan said.

“Well, if we want to get in we can either try our luck at the main gate or sneak in this way.”

“But look at all that light, how are we going to ‘sneak.'”

“The light is all from the service tunnels. All the real security is above us in the compound. All we need to do is snorkel through the entry, stash our gear and put on the catering uniforms.”

“This is crazy. We change from wetsuits, to kitchen whites, then to eveningwear when we get into the grounds.”

“We have planned this for weeks. There is no need to second guess the plan now,” Tonya responded.

“It still sounds risky. One last question: what if we are seen coming out of the water?”

“Then we silence the threat.”

“That sounds a bit extreme,” Ryan replied.

“Well, it’s not my fault you threw the invitations away.”

“It was an accident, but wouldn’t it have been easier to just ask for another invite?”

“And sound pathetic,” Tonya said coldly.

“Okay, I surrender. But I do think you are enjoying this a bit too much.”



“I have my integrity to consider,” Liam said defensively.

“We aren’t asking you to compromise your integrity. All we want is for you to let us through the door.”

“But I was told not to let anyone in this way, and if I let you in just because you are my friends, I would be shirking my sworn duty.

“Liam, you aren’t guarding the Royal Mint, you are an usher at the cinema.”

“Duty is duty,” Liam responded.

Liam was found a hour later stiped to his underwear, gagged, and with his hands and feet bound by duck tape. He did, however, still have his integrity.


One Hundred Eleven

It was 5 p.m. on December 24th and the inventory was finally complete, and everyone could start getting ready for the long awaited holiday break.

“Stan, did you notice that on line one hundred eleven there are 6,420 units left.”

“And?” Stan replied.

“What exactly are the items on line one hundred eleven?”

“Um, I can’t say for certain.”

“Well you didn’t write it down and you need to find out so we can get this report in.”

“But how? There are 6000 different line items out there.”

“I guess you should get started then. Have a happy Christmas.”


The Tattler’s Wood

The road through the old eastern wood was seldom used as the bridge to Middleton had washed out years ago making it essentially a dead end. The wood, therefore, became a perfect place for shady dealings. While various low-level bandits made it a hideout, it offered little to serious highwaymen as there was insufficient wealth to be made there. Little did the criminal fraternity know, however, that the wood was the cause of many of their misfortunes. The wood served the baron and his sheriff’s purposes well, for right next to the old road was an ancient oak which was riddled with cavities which provided the perfect place for informants to leave messages for the authorities. It is because of this that the area became known among members of the watch as “Tattler’s Wood.”

Hyaan Ironman was one such tattler. He was the third son of a blacksmith, and being rather slight in build, he proved ill-equipped to follow in his father’s footsteps. He had tried his hand as street performer, but his voice was as week as his biceps. He eventually came to the Watch’s attention and was detained for panhandling. It was while in custody that he was recruited as an informant. His street act would be overlooked by the watchmen and he in turn would observe his less savoury fellows in the streets and provide written reports in the tattling tree. Little did he know what he was getting himself into.




Karen went ballistic when she found out that her husband, Kenneth, had gambled away their entire life’s savings.

“What were you thinking?” she yelled in a shrill tone.

“Well you remember when I asked you to marry me and you said, ‘Yes, I guess this is your lucky day’.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Well, I was just trying to prove that you were right. So, in reality, it’s your fault.”



Reg had said his business in 215 wouldn’t take long, but that was over twenty minutes ago.

“Just keep a lookout,” he had said, but now Lily was starting to get worried. What was keeping him, and who exactly was she on the lookout for?

Just as she was tossing this through her mind, the motel manager started to make her way towards the rooms. Lily instinctively reached over and sounded the horn and a moment later Reg came bounding down the steps carrying a carry-all that she hadn’t seen before.

“What’s that?” Lily asked.

“Just something, I left behind before,” he explained.

If that wasn’t a satisfactory answer, what might she expect his explanation for his newly bloodied knuckles to be?

She was really starting to question her taste in men.



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Sir George was confused. The baron had ordered him into the valley to rid it of a marauding dragon. He had checked all of the usual haunts: three caves and rocky overhang, but no evidence of a beast was found at any of them.

Was he losing his touch, he wondered. After all he was an expert in the dragon game. This perplexed him.

After checking the closest of the caves again, he tethered his horse to a pine and sat down on a log to consider his options. As he ran through the evidence he couldn’t shake the sensation of sulfur in the air. But where could it be coming from?



I walked into the only café that seemed to be open on the strip.  The place was a little over the top considering the seedy neighbourhood.  Why might a harbour district coffee shop need marble tabletops and a crystal chandelier?  The menu too was out of place with Eggs Benedict and French croissants on offer. All in all, it was a bit disappointing as all I wanted was a cup of coffee and a ring doughnut to dunk.




Alvis refused to heed any warnings.  As he saw it, all he had to do was dodge and wait for the bell and he would solve all of his family’s problems.   The problems were many.  his father had had the accident the year before, and his care from the so-called healers was expensive.  Creditors were now starting to eye the family farm as well, and Alvis knew he had to step up and protect his parents and three sisters.

That is what had brought him to the arena.  Five hundred silver crowns awaited him if he could survive five minutes with the champion, Bloodbringer.  At seventeen, Alvis was sure he could stay a step ahead of the man that was now nearly forty.  He had no intention of trying to defeat the monster of a man.  No, the five thousand crown prize was not worth that risk.  All he needed to do was avoid the hammer-fists.  Hammer-fists were bronze mittens used as a type of boxing gloves.  They were about the weight of a bottle of wine, and tiring to use, they were nonetheless deadly.

Alvis walked through the portal into the arena.  Before him was the Bloodbringer who stood almost a foot taller than the lad and had three times the boy’s mass.  On seeing him Alvis put his plan into action.  He dropped the bronze glove from his left hand and waited for the starting bell.  As soon as it rang, he ran straight at the champion intending to dodge past him and then run for the next five minutes.  As he passed, he barely managed to escape.  Bloodbringer was far faster than he had imagined.  As Alvis ducked the intended blow the crowd roared.  

The boy quickly realised that the champion knew his “craft.”  Every attempt of evasion Alvis tried the man anticipated it, and the boy only narrowly escaped.  Worse still, Alvis was getting tired.  His last dodge past Bloodbringer was so close that he could fell the breeze of the punch.  In desperation the boy suddenly turned and threw his right glove at the man to buy himself an instant to catch his breath.  To his surprise, and that of the multitude in the stadium, the glove crashed into the man’s left eye, jerking his head backwards.  The man staggered but did not fall.  

Alvis ran looking over his shoulder and waited for the inevitable end.  The end came only seconds later when the bell rang.