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you know something I don’t?”
Ellen tensed, her lips pressed firmly together.
    “Yes.” Randi sighed and tapped the button
on her palm-sized brief case. It expanded and returned to full size. Placing it
on the table to open, she removed a square chip. “I came prepared this morning
to share the information with you.” Her hand shook as she handed the chip to
Ellen. It was the only way she knew to convince the CEO. “I just received it
late last night from the investigator I hired.”
    “You hired an investigator?”
    “This is my baby, Ellen. I’ve protected my
research by hiring my own security specialists and investigators. I don’t mean
to be insulting, but I don’t trust anyone or anything when it comes to my
research. I can’t afford to.”
    Ellen placed the chip on the table in front
of her and tapped it. A hologram opened.
    “Do you recognize her?” Randi asked as the
miniaturized female with dark hair materialized above the table.
    “That’s Doctor Eastman. She’s been on staff
for five years. I know her personally.”
    “So do I,” Randi said. “And I always
believed she was pro-male. We often bumped into each other at conferences.”
    “I remember when you were introduced in the
lab and you commented you knew each other. I was surprised, but pleased you
would have someone familiar on your team. Are you saying she’s a mole?” Ellen
laughed as though she found the accusation incredulous, but the worry in her
eyes betrayed her.
    “I was out sailing last week and passed her
rig. I only got a glimpse of the woman with her, but I thought I recognized
her, so I had my investigator check into it. The next vid you’re going to see
is the one she took this past weekend.”
    A new scene opened in front of Ellen. The
brunette was with a taller woman on the deck of the sailboat.
    Ellen squinted and tapped the chip to
enlarge the images.
    More video showed the two women kissing,
oblivious to the investigator filming them from a nearby boat. When the other
woman stood to trim the sails, the image zoomed larger.
    “Oh my God, Agnes!” Ellen gasped. The color
drained from her face. “That’s Agnes Lechum.” She looked past the hologram to
Randi. Fear shone in her eyes. “She’s the daughter of the Anti-Male movement’s
founding mother.”
    “And known for her talent—”
    “In industrial espionage,” Ellen finished.
“How could my security not be aware of this?”
    Randi shrugged, knowing Ellen would be
replacing her security staff the moment she left the office.
    “I’ve seen enough.” Ellen tapped the chip
and the hologram disappeared.
    “The relationship is only a month old,”
Randi said.
    “So Lechum made the first move around the
time I hired you,” Ellen said more to herself.
    “This is why I must insist you allow me to
continue working from my private lab. I have everything I need.”
    “You’ll need to divide your time between
both locations.”
    “I can do that. It’s nothing new.”
    Ellen grew silent and seemed to be mentally
struggling with the request. At length she took a deep breath and nodded.
    “Very well, for the time being until I can
be assured my company is free of moles, you may work from home, but once I’m
convinced everyone checks out—”
    “I understand,” Randi said, knowing it
would take some time for a thorough sweep to be completed within an
organization as large as Sexed Up.
    “For the time being, I think I’ll keep Dr.
Eastman close to us. Feed her some juicy misinformation while you work secretly
in your lab. She might prove very valuable to us. Do you have any kind of model
we can use as a decoy project?”
    “I have three. You can select which one you
want to use. The specs are here.” Randi handed her another chip, relieved Ellen
was agreeable to her request.
    “If you’ll excuse me, I have some security
issues I need to address.” Ellen stood stiffly from the table.
    “May I suggest something?” Randi asked.
    “What?”
    “Well,