A few days later in the pent house suite of the Santorie hotel Jantique.
Sienta Alexander opened her hazel green eyes, her face framed by her blonde hair. The buzz of her phone disturbed her sleep.
Sienta answered the phone by placing it on speaker.
"Hello," Sienta answered in her sing song voice.
"Good morning Sienta," her brows furrowed when she recognised the caller"Quan Wu how did you get this number?" Sienta asked.
"Sienta, your family and the Syndicate go back a far way, we can't afford to lose our investment."
"What investment? Sienta asked.
"It was the Syndicate that came to your rescue to purchase the hotel that you are now the Chief Operating Officer. It was us that you father worked all these years smuggling drugs on Air Jantique to give you the fine education that you have. When your sisters wanted to tear the company apart that you father and stepmother Yolanda left. It was us that came to your rescue again to buy them out."
"S…stepmother?" Sienta stuttered.
Quan laughed.
"Listen, I have a business proposition for you. I believe it's time to spread your wings. Have you ever heard of Country called St. Barts?"
"Vaguely," Sienta replied. Her mind was still boggled by the bombshell Quan had dropped about her mother.
"Well, the Syndicate would love you to be the lead on the acquisition of the parcel of land. You will be creating a training agency for young people and then you will get jobs in your hotels and other institutions in Jantique."
"What?" Sienta head was spinning
"Do you remember your former lover and manager who wanted you fired? We got him arrested for trafficking drugs and disgraced.
Now you are the special adviser to the Government. Think of how this will look on your resume. All I am asking you to do is come down on the private jet and have a meeting with the President. Show him the design drawings and the number of people that you plan to train and employ and then leave by the end of the day.
"What, design drawings? I've never seen or done anything like that before," Sienta replied.
"Don't worry, I will be sending them to you. Familiarise yourself with the details on the plane. Remember Sienta President Small is passionate about developing his Country. Typically, as a politician he will make a big announcement, and I will do the rest," Quan said confidently.
"I don't understand you Quan, according to you the Syndicate was behind my family's success. If the Syndicate was so powerful, why do you need me?" Sienta asked.
"We see people as assets Sienta and no one walks away from the Syndicate, we are generational. Building wealth takes many hands with different skills. We think about the whole, not the individual. You have skills, your beauty will allow us to achieve our goals," Quan replied.
"Are you saying I should prostitute myself in order to achieve the wishes of the Syndicate or is it your personal goals?" Sienta asked, her voice dripping with curiosity.
"I can't control what you do Sienta, if you find yourself in a situation or circumstances where you need to use your physical assets, I will not judge you. However, you will always have something to gain and if and when you have children the Syndicate will be there for them too. For three hundred or more years the Syndicate has been around, like a cooperative collecting and sharing the spoils of our work with the people that we recruit, building considerable financial and human resources. Jantique was our first conquest and now we need you to assist us with St. Barts, Sienta, be on the jet later this evening."
Quan's tone had changed.
He did not wait for Sienta Alexander to confirm and ended the call.
Sienta Alexander stated at the phone for a second then she jumped off the bed. She looked through her closet and chose a red pencil skirt and jacket. She then googled President Small of St. Barts.
"Wow, what a pity you are married," Sienta murmured to herself.
Something moved in her body while she looked at Small's picture.
"I wonder if Quan found out my secret," Sienta asked while looked quizzically at her phone. What if her personal phone was being monitored by the Syndicate...her heart sped up as she considered the possibility.
"Three years without a man in my bed or between my legs makes me second guess my ability to sway a man's judgement," Sienta said aloud.
Sienta tidied the bed and put back the rose in its case. It was still damp from its use in the early morning hours. She did not notice the red light on the television facing the bed was still flashing.
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away
Quan Wu watched as Sienta tidied the bed and then he played back the recording of Sienta pleasuring herself in the suite.
That is why I will not have a smart television in my bedroom. Quan thought.