[url=https://watchingtheswedes.files.wordpress.com/2013/12/erik-ullenhag.jpg]Erik Wilmer[/url] [color=blue]was the new candidate for the election to run the United States of America and he hired the best body guard group in the business to work his security. Mister Wilmer was an easy going guy and welcome to anyone who wanted to take the time to talk to him. If he wasn’t for the people who he talks to, he wouldn’t be in the position he was now. The single Politian held a lot of popularity among the female folk but his desperate goal was to find something must more important to him then a wife.

“Here’s what they found out. Please, bring her to me.” Erik pleaded to the four men in front of him, each of them sharply dressed in black suit and ties with ear pieces they use to communicate with each other. “I… I just want to talk to her. Even just for a moment.”[/color]

Three of the four men were reassuring that she’d want to talk to him. However one man, the older of the four and the one who looked the most serious picked up the folder. “It’s not that she wouldn’t want to see you sir, I really think it has something to do with it being a hard thing to take in.” One of the younger men chimed in saying something about how pretty she was and he should be the one to go get her, but the look on Mister Wilmer’s face said very clearly that he wanted the senior individual to do it. The young man let out a sigh and tucked the folder under his arm. “Alright, I’ll be back soon.”

It was early afternoon and the dossier said something about her at a diner. But she couldn’t have worked that late. Parking the [url=http://www.allresort.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Park_City_Shuttle_Transportation_escalade-allresort-parkcity_transportation.png]slick black car[/url] in front of her apartments, he checked his watch. 11:30am, she should be awake. Any normal person was awake by 5am. At least that’s how the guy turning off the engine and shutting the door felt. Letting out a small sigh as he took in the disgusting sight of the apartment complex he began to climb the stairs.

“Ugh…” He said sounded a bit disguised as he stopped on the third floor and walked down the small pathway to the door that matched the envelope’s directions. [i]Bang bang bang[/i] his large fist banged on the door of the apartment before he waited a bit for a response. After not hearing a response he knocked again [i]bang bang bang[/i], still nothing. This time he was about to begin his third set of bangs before a large THUD responded from the door. His hand instantly went to the hostler in his jacket were his gun was sitting. Unlike the rookies, he wasn’t trigger happy but he also knew better than to leave himself unprotected. His hand slowly lowered from inside his jacket before his hands slid into the pockets of his slacks and waited for the door to open.

The sight before him left him a little awestruck. Not from her beauty or from her tiredness but from how horrible she looked. She looked as though she had snuck into the house to stop sleeping on the streets and destroyed the place. From behind her, he could see the place was in shambles and it made him shiver slightly in disguised. Don’t do it… don’t do it… He was tempted to jump into the house and clean it, it shouldn’t be filthy! No one should live in that state. 

A cough left him before he composed himself putting on his straight professional face. “Lucia [i](insert last name since it’s not in the CS)[/i]?” He asked the question in hopes he would be wrong but this was the address, she fit the description despite her horrible appearance, “I am here on behalf of Mister Erik Wilmer, who wishes to speak to you. It will take maybe two hours of your time. Will you ready yourself to come with me?” This was Serge Prichard, the only child and son of the city’s superintendent and now… now he was a babysitter for an incredibly unkempt looking woman… fantastic…