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Introduction

I’ve written this with a friend, as a bit of challenge. It’s an attempt at a spy thriller. Its written from different character aspects, and we didn’t know how to put the parts together. Anyway this is part one of a five part series. 750 words below.

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Sophie was hired as an intern. She flew through her background checks with no issues, and was viewed as a top candidate who would go onto senior positions in her career.

The attractive Auburn-haired girl was soon noticed by her colleagues as she floated between offices, she had a magnetism, people were attracted to her playful character, her banter was appealing and her softer jokey side was too dominant.

She was popular, telling wild stories she spoke with confidence and conviction. She was well spoken and smart, fitting the organisation’s ethos perfectly.

Her tailored suits were expensive, cut to her figure showing off her curves and height. She dressed conservatively that gave her an air of false authority. Dashes of bright colour would highlight her appearance ensuring she was noticed. Eyes followed her, and suppressed grins would soon become commonplace as the gossip preceded her.

Her Ataköy travesti open admiration for her female colleagues went beyond casual camaraderie, turning the office into a stage for her unabashed affections.

She raised eyebrows, not just by her actions but by the information she was imparting. Her banter was loose and she often divulged too much.

Concern soon grew, and senior managers started taking notice. The organisation had strict rules on secrecy and staff were renowned for their discretion, upholding the company’s reputation and status. It was a multinational, the headquarters were glass fronted and expensive, located in the heart of London.

Government contracts were frequently tendered for, negotiated and won through hard work and on the basis of historical honour. The organisation wasn’t going to lose an iota of respect for the actions of a newly appointed intern.

Sophie would saunter through the office with little as much of a care. She had spoken too freely to an unfamiliar woman in the staff kitchen one morning. Her flirting was arrogant and boastful, leaking knowledge as she tattled away. She worked hard to impress, and Ataköy travestiileri was relentless in her pursuit. She’d ignorantly stepped too far and spoke out of turn.

The woman, annoyed and fed up with the intern’s shenanigans went on to report what she’d heard.

Amelia, was sullen. She managed security methodically and would snuff out problems as quickly as they arose.

She felt embarrassed and humiliated, frustrated that she’d missed the red flags surrounding Sophie. The aggressive briefing she received aroused an anger inside of her as she was chastised for not identifying ‘the problem’ earlier.

Amelia lay in wait to warn Sophie, in no uncertain terms that her role was in jeopardy. Her internship would end should she step out of line again, she should cease and desist with her uncontrolled antics. She wanted her out, released from the organisation, but had been warned not to fire her. After all this happened on her watch, and it was as much her fault for not checking on the intern as it was Sophie’s for blurting so freely.

It was late one evening, the office floors were empty as Sophie closed her laptop down and started thinking travesti Ataköy about heading home. She stood, pulling her jacket on and grabbing her bag, she shunted her chair under the desk and headed for the exit when Amelia pulled her aside.

Sophie was told in no uncertain terms that this behaviour was to stop. Sophie was left shaking miserably at such a stark warning, left in no doubt of the risk she brought. She was distressed as she mumbled her apologies. Promises ensued that her conduct would change. She pleaded for one more chance to prove herself as a trusted employee.

The change in character was quick. Her colleagues noticed how she had evolved into a model employee. Her banter calmed; her flirting quelled; her work was regarded with a renewed respect.

All was well until she saw Amanda. Her heart fluttered, as she saw the young blonde woman standing at the administration stool. Her mind boggled as she resisted her urges to return to her old ways. She pondered on how she could gain her attention. The shorter girl caught her eye and she’d lose her train of thought, as she’d start to think lustfully towards her, her mind wandering more frequently as her infatuation grew.

She stood with her in view concocting a plan of action, on how she could get her alone. She noticed a room, seemingly unused and forgotten, possibly a store room of some kind. Room C5, was close and a potential venue for a clandestine encounter to fulfil her sexual urge.

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