tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55428512011-06-08T01:41:24.335-05:00Gathering information, A blogshares world blogMichellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09330162170540315945noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542851.post-1057614546605995772003-07-07T16:49:00.000-05:002003-07-12T20:25:11.793-05:00

"Father, I won't be visiting you in Germany for quite sometime." She held the phone loosely as she talked. "I have something I have to do, Father." "Yes, I know. By the way, I saw Mother before I left Boston, she asked me to send you her regards next time I spoke with you. " Her luggage had been brought up a few minutes earlier, her hand moved bags about as she looked for one in particular. "

helgahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13312835916475385118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542851.post-1057443946055255242003-07-05T17:25:00.000-05:002003-07-05T20:29:13.393-05:00

"Forgive me for intruding," Reilly said."But I understand that the Editor-in-Chief at the Blog Street Journal has tasked you with finding out what really goes on in the City. So I took the liberty of an early flight from New York to meet you. I suspect you are in need of some help, if you are to get far.""I see." Helga looked at him through narrowed eyelids. "And why should you care to help me?""

ABCnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542851.post-1057285997361076952003-07-03T21:33:00.000-05:002003-07-10T02:00:36.193-05:00

"Mr. Reilly, it is good to meet you, please come in." She looked quizzically at him, "I had not known anyone knew my address yet." Noticing his appearance she nodded towards a chair. "Would you care to sit?" The day had been hectic but not overly so. From the airport, she had taken a taxi to her new job. The press room had been eerily quiet, only time would tell if it would prove to be a

helgahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13312835916475385118noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542851.post-1057273560978232142003-07-03T17:50:00.000-05:002003-07-03T18:06:17.600-05:00

The tall, handsome man, in a slightly dishevelled dinner jacket, stepped into the room."Ms. Helga Hiedelburg, I presume?"Helga looked over at him, and let him take her hand gently. He then, almost imperceptably, bowed."My name is Sydney Reilly."To be continued....

ABCnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5542851.post-1057272422028817792003-07-03T17:47:00.000-05:002003-07-03T17:47:01.906-05:00

Helga takes a look at the new apartment and smiles. It may need a bit of work but it will do.

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