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meantime, I forbid you to
touch yourself.” 
    “Yes, master.”

Chapter Six
    Andrew Brandt caught
his private elevator to his secure carpark, ten stories below his One Hyde Park
penthouse. It was currently the world’s most expensive and overinflated piece
of real estate. He would have to start making his way to meet the buyer.
    In his car, he
switched his cell on.
    Andrew didn’t
believe in the concept that cell phones were invented so that people could
maintain constant contact. He had kept a strict policy of being contactable
during specific business hours or prearranged times outside of those hours.
    After returning
home from his work in Amsterdam the day before, he’d picked Sarah up. She fell
into the category of business, even though he didn’t entirely dislike the
prospect of seducing her. His business was to be with her, and for that, he did
not want interruptions.
    His smartphone
came up with two messages:
    Something’s
wrong.
    Call me.
    It was Alex, one
of the operatives he’d used in Amsterdam.
    Andrew relaxed
into the seat of his Bentley.
    It was going to
be a long day.
    He then pressed ‘call
Alex.
    “Do we have the
product?” Andrew asked.
    “No. Someone else
kidnapped her before we could do so. It happened yesterday.”
    “Yesterday? I saw
her yesterday. Do you know who?”
    “No, but we’ll
keep trying. It’s not like they’re going to get her out of here without us
noticing. We have all local airports, marine ports, railway stations, and bus
lines covered.”
    Andrew looked out
the window, temporarily distracted by the conversation, and then said, “The
buyer’s not going to be happy.”
    “There’s something
else that you might want to know, too…”
    “What?”
    “She had new
information about Atlantis.”
    “You’ve got to be
kidding me. HE was after Atlantis?” Andrew looked at a cat running across the
road. He accelerated carelessly, seeing if he could hit the creature.
    “It appears so.”
    “What makes you
so certain?”
    “We stole her
laptop from the trunk of her car. It was riddled with images of the Arcane
Stone and what she had to do to use it.”
    “Really?” Andrew
grinned with the surprising new development. “Okay, send the message out, call
in all sleeper cells around the world. The Phoenix Resistance are going to have
their first meeting for the millennium.”
    It wasn’t every
day that two of his projects collided.

Chapter Seven
    Tom Bower burst
into Sam’s hotel room.
    It had taken him
less than twelve hours to catch a flight across the Atlantic as soon as he’d
found out about Billie.
    “How the hell did
you let them do this to her?”
    “It wasn’t my
fault. I was following up another lead while she was being targeted.”
    “But by who?”
    “I have no idea.
If she’d discovered a new fact about the Master Builders I might have been
worried THEY had got a hold of her. But this is about Atlantis. No, whoever got
her knows she’d discovered Atlantis.”
    “Seeing as
Atlantis is more renowned for its enormous wealth, we can hope that whoever
we’re dealing with are willing to negotiate on financial terms.”
    “You mean
ransom?”
    “Sure. Your
father’s rich enough to pay anyone off. You will buy her life, won’t you?”
    “Hold on Tom. I
know you’re smitten with her, but let’s not jump the gun here. No one has even
asked for a ransom yet. We might just solve this problem ourselves.
Alternatively, I’m sure you can agree that Billie can be… how do I say this? A
little rough around the edges. We might just get lucky and have them decide
she’s not worth it and send her back?”
    Tom looked at
Sam. The man was making a joke, but even so, it was the wrong one.  He fought
himself not to take the bait.
    “Okay, what about
your lead. What did you find?”
    “Nothing. A dead
end.”
    “So what exactly
do we know happened to Billie?”
    “She was on her
way back from the National Archives Center when she called me to tell me