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counter and dripped down the front of the cabinet. After tossing a dishtowel over the mess, Hadley ran to the couch. She flopped down on the squeaky cushions and listened intently to a female anchor who talked with a male counterpart on the scene in Thailand.
    “Do we know why Mr. Genetti is in Thailand or why he’s being detained?”
    “At this time, we do not know the reason for Mr. Genetti’s visit to Thailand, and representatives from Genetti Industries are refusing to comment. A source inside the embassy tells us the militia group claiming responsibility for Mr. Genetti’s detention, is alleging Mr. Genetti was trespassing on their property, and he will be held until they sort out exactly why he’s here.”
    “Are the authorities in Thailand involved? Have formal charges been filed?”
    “From what our source is telling us, no charges have been filed against Mr. Genetti by Thailand authorities. As I understand it, this is a militia group with a strong hold in this part of the country.”
    “Are they allowing him to speak with a representative from the Embassy or anyone from his company?”
    “Yes. A representative from the Embassy has been allowed to see him, but that person has not been identified. It will be up to the embassy to negotiate any other visitors. The Embassy is suggesting, as they have in similar situations when people have been detained in places like Iran, that the public write letters. These detentions can be quite long and reading letters written from home can often comfort a detainee. A Post Office Box has been set up by Genetti Industries. Both the Embassy and Genetti Industries have assured us the letters will be delivered to Mr. Genetti.”
    “For our viewers, we are displaying that address now."
    Hadley fumbled under a few papers on the coffee table, searching for a pen. After finding one, she jotted down the address, although she had no idea why. She would never actually write him.
    She changed the channel to another station to see if they had more information only to find the story replicated. The local channel interviewed women on the street. They were all going on about the letters they planned to write to him. He obviously had many admirers. The women were falling over themselves to get in front of the camera and profess their love for him.
    Why not hold up a sign that says, Gold Digging Hussy Looking to Land Rich Husband? Good grief!
    Hadley turned off the television and returned to the kitchen, where she covered her bagel in Nutella. Being moderately addicted to the cocoa spread, she also ate several spoonfuls.

    Hadley sloshed through the rain to work, the wind whipping her umbrella crazily. She spotted the circus of media in front of the building, scurrying around like cockroaches. As she pushed her way through the crowd, a hand grabbed hers and pulled her toward the doors.
    Mac ushered her into the building.
    “This is crazy, huh?” he asked.
    “Uh…yeah…just a tad,” Hadley agreed and collapsed the umbrella, carefully avoiding flying drops of water.
    “Looks like your man got himself into trouble,” Mac said as they entered the elevator.
    She pressed the button for their floor before glaring at him.
    “He’s not my man!”
    A smile tugged at the corners of Mac’s mouth.
    “Not yet, but he will be once you write him.”
    “Are you insane?” Mac laughed at Hadley’s question. “I’m not writing him.”
    “You should. I know you’ll never speak to him face to face. This is perfect.”
    Hadley enjoyed Mac’s enthusiasm, although she thought he was ridiculous.
    “He’s getting letters from plenty of women. Haven’t you watched the news?”
    The elevator doors opened, and they walked toward their office.
    “True. But, he doesn’t want their letters.”
    “Well, he damn sure doesn’t want mine,” Hadley argued, remembering her and Miller’s encounter in the elevator. “I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m unstable.”
    They approached the hallway