'Why the hell am I doing this. It's suicide. Do anything for a friend, this is where most draw the line. Nooo, not me, of course not. If you have a best friend bracelet you have to do anything, even pretend to apply for a job at the French department of defence to see if your best friend's, mother's, best friend's granddaughter is there. Then again Angela did sound desperate on the phone. I have to help her.

' What am I thinking, she's a criminal. She killed her father, and her fathers wife. And kidnaped her half siblings.. No! Not Angela, never Angela. Angela a killer, please, maybe a slut but not a killer. She's not a slut anymore though, she hasn't even had sex since Xi died fifteen years ago. Xi, what a guy. If I didn't have Odd, I'd want Xi, what a hot ass... ahhhh stay focused, think clear. Can't be thinking how hot your best friends boyfriends ass was. Oh no, said it again. Breathe girl, breathe. In, out, in, out. 'Giggle' double-entendre. Okay not to self, don't eat sugar in the morning.'

Those were the thoughts rushing past Mrs. Maillard as she walked through the doors of the French department of defence. The thirty two year old woman walked into the main lobby that was well polished and decorated. There were armed guards at the doors, tall men with black suits, sunglasses, and ear pieces.

Mrs. Maillard moved across the lobby in her high heels, long black skirt, and white blouse. She was carrying her résumé in both hands. Her red hair was put into a bun and held together with a pencil, because this morning she thought she grabbed her hair sticks. It was only in the car she realized it and mumbled, " I hate Mondays."

Mrs. Maillard stopped at the information desk. The woman at the desk looked up at her and said, " Do you have an appointment?"

" Yes. I'm, Mrs. Maillard, I'm here for the interview with Mr. Willard." The woman typed in her name and pulled up the appointment.

" Okay, forth floor. Here's your visitors pass. Try not to get lost, the place is a little crazy right now. The fugitives and all." Mrs. Maillard nodded and clipped the pass to her blouse pocket and walked toward the elevator. She pressed up and waited a few minutes before boarding and pressing forth floor. It reached the forth floor quickly and she stepped out into a large office floor filled with cubicles. The sound of computers typing and fax machines as deafening and took her a few minutes to get used to it.

After looking for a minute, she asked a man in his cubicle, " Excuse me, but I'm lost."

The man turned around and asked, " It happens, where you heading?"

" Mr. Willard's office for a job interview."

" Go all the way down and turn left, you can't miss it."

" Thank you." The man nodded and Mrs. Maillard moved down the long row of cubicles. Good thing she was pretending to want this job, because she hated this room already. Walking down the hall, she turned the corner and almost collided into a man carrying a box.

" Watch it," the man shot at her, and kept walking. ' jackass.' she mumbled to herself. Walking down the row she reached an office door that said, ' Thomas Willard, CEO.' She knocked on the door and a moment later it opened.

" Mrs. Maillard I presume," she nodded and he held the door open for her. Mrs. Maillard who stepped in. She took a seat next to his desk and crossed her legs, placing the resume on her lap. " How are you this morning?" He asked politely sitting at his desk.

" Very good."

" Let me see your resume, and we can get this underway." Mr. Willard asked her questions about the resume, her work history, and about her. He didn't go too deep into that when she saw the Mrs title, and a wedding ring. The interview took about twenty minutes and Mrs. Maillard left with the words, " We'll call you to confirm or deny."

Walking back to the elevator she up instead of down. She took it to the fiftieth floor and stepped off the elevator. Walking into a smaller and more formal room. Looking around she saw video cameras so walked off casually like she belonged.

Remembering what Angela told her, Toby Miller's office was at the other end of the building. Walking normally, but nervously she made for that side of the building.

She walked by a very official high ranked man who looked at her and said, " I like my coffee black." As he walked by he pinched her butt and kept walking. ' I'm not a fucking secretary!' she shouted in her head. Which then again at that moment she looked like one. Blouse, skirt, neat hair with a pencil showing she wrote a lot and was bored with it, and carrying a bunch of papers. ' what a dick.' she kept walking with no event until she reached an office titled Mr. Toby Miller.

Checking to see if she was being watched she pulled the door open and looked in. It was a large office, with two couches, a large coffee table, a large desk with a computer, a fire place that didn't look like it was for use, a fish tank, mini putting green, plasma wide screen tv, and a little fourteen year old girl laying on one of the couches in a blanket.

' Lili.' she said to herself. She closed the door and when she turned around a man was directly behind her.

" Can I help you?" the man asked.

" Mr. Miller's daughter wanted me to get her another pillow, so.."

" Alright, did you give it to her?" The security guard asked.

" Yeah she's quite comfortable now."

" Really. Are you comfortable?" he asked with a strange grin. ' Is he hitting on me?'

" Um, I guess so. I need to get downstairs, I'm just visiting." The guard looked a little disappointed and let her pass. ' what a dumbass.' Mrs. Maillard boarded the elevator and while it was shutting the man who pinched her butt walked by.

" Where's my coffee?" He asked.

" Up your ass dickhead." The elevator shut and the man shook his head and mumbled, ' feisty.'

Mrs. Maillard dropped her guest pass at the information desk and jogged out of the building and into her car. Pulling the pencil out of her hair she let it drop down, she then smoothed it out. Taking a deep breath she took her cell phone out of her purse and went to her listed numbers. She hit call and it began to ring.

" She's here Angela."

" Thanks Carla, you're a true friend."