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Friday, April 6, 2068, 9:30 p.m., London, England
"How much longer?"
Desdemona Hightower looked up at her brother with irritation. "As I told you five minutes ago, I don't know. Now shut it and let me work." She turned back to her computer screen.
Giles smiled as he walked away from Desdemona's computer station. He sat down on one of the antique Queen Anne chairs that made up the decor of her large office and put his left ankle on his right knee. He did so love annoying his sister and after long practice knew just how far he could push her. Taking a sheet of paper from inside his suit coat, he unfolded it and began to read.
"Tch. Poor lamb."
Dez squelched the desire to roll her eyes, and asked, "What now?"
"Seems my Miss Kyrano has a local swain. He asked her to dinner at his place, wherever that might be. It was not a pretty sight. Disastrous, in fact. A cat was involved."
Dez smiled grimly. "You have competition? Why am I not surprised? What the girl sees in you, I do not know."
Giles didn't let his sister's gibe get to him. "My wit. My courtly manners. My affable good looks... the list goes on."
His sister snorted in disgust. "What are you going to do if this doesn't work, Giles? I understand that Tracy Industries has some of the best virus detection software in the business world; this might get caught. How will you explain it to your little Miss Kyrano?"
"Oh, I will apologize profusely and tell her that I was the victim of a self-replicating virus that sent itself to her automatically. Then I will invite her to meet me on some neutral ground. I just have to decide where; she has been cagey about where she lives," Giles said, waving a flippant hand. Then his eyes narrowed and his voice became cold. "You're sure this won't be traced back any farther than my 'Giles Tallman' identity?"
"Yes, I'm sure," Desdemona said. She hit a key emphatically, sat back, and her shoulders slumped. "I think I have it. I will go over it again in the morning to see that it is complete. But for now, dear brother, I am through." She got up, unpinning her golden hair and fluffing it out. "Now, go away. I shall see you in the morning."
"Yes, my dear sister, you shall," Giles said with a speculative look and a lopsided grin. He slipped the folded paper back into his jacket and rose from the chair. As he passed his sister, he raised a hand to her cheek and let it slide off under her chin as he moved. "Say 'hallo' to Karen for me."
Dez scowled at him. He laughed unpleasantly and closed the office door behind him. "Someday, dear brother, you will go too far," she muttered. "But then, if you fail at this, Jacques will deal with you." She stretched, fluffing her hair out some more, then activated the vidphone. She smiled seductively and said, "Hello, luv. I am on my way. Have the bath ready for me, won't you, ducks?"
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