by Zachory Brockman

Created on: December 04, 2007

Hidden Past

She was staring out the large bay window of her office. She was a five foot nine inch sultry woman with short-cropped auburn hair. She was dressed in a classy blue business dress with matching blue pumps. In the distance she could see children playing on a playground. She smiled uneasily. She was trying to use the peaceful scene outside to control her emotions. Her heart was beating at a rapid rate, her breathing had increased noticeable, and despite the air conditioning she was sweating.

The two physically fit men sitting across from her large mahogany desk, dressed in dark business suits, were watching her intently. Each had short dark hair; clean-shaven faces, and were handsomely attractive. She could feel their eyes boring into head trying to pry loose the information they sought to discover. The older of the two, possible in his late thirties, spoke up again. His tone was just as commanding as it was before. "Misses Roberts, will you please answer my question?"

She felt trapped and wanted to get up and run away. She was scared and suddenly felt sick at her stomach. She was not prepared or trained for this. It was totally beyond anything she had experienced before. Her throat felt dry and she swallowed hard. Yet somewhere deep inside of her was the knowledge she had to carry on. She must!

She answered them in a soft but controlled voice. She hoped they didn't notice her nervousness. "What can I really say gentleman? We met a little over six months ago in Dallas, Texas. I was involved in a minor traffic accident and he stopped to lend assistance. Be it by fate or sheer coincidence we sort of hit it off from there. After a two-week whirlwind romance we married quietly and he came back here to live with me. In that time I have discovered little of his past. He's a very private person and keeps his past strictly to himself."

She paused to unknowingly wipe a tear away from her cheek. She was a little surprised to realize she had been crying. She shook her head in frustration and breathed a loud sigh. Both men remained silent. After an unusually long delay she continued.

"Gabriel is just so damned mysterious sometimes. He's such an enigma to me. I was just so fascinated and intrigued by him I wouldn't let him put me off. I wanted him and I wouldn't let go no matter what."

The younger of the two men, possible in his early twenties, reached and pulled a cleanex out from a box sitting on her desk. He handed it to her. She wiped the tears away and looked up

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