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Hamona looks at herself in the mirror in the bedroom of her apartment with tears in her eyes. Her long wavy blonde hair is covered up by her signature blue cloak that easily covers her body from sight. Something given to her by her lover. She looks down at her rounded plump stomach and says, "I am doing this for you little one." A man known as Roger says as he is standing in the doorway behind her with a smile, "If you kill him, you and your baby will live. My men will not come after you. You'll both be well taken care of for the rest of your lives." She looks back at him and says looking him in the eye with pure hatred in her eyes, "I get it okay. Why are you doing this?"
 
He says, "Your so called lover has grown too strong for his own good. He is a threat to the owners of The Organization. You're his only true weakness. He lets his guard down when he is around you; therefore you are the perfect person to kill him. While he is dying, just keep in mind that you are doing this for you and his bastard son." Roger leaves the room and Hamona prepares to kill the only man she has ever loved. Tears streaming down from her eyes as she really did not want to do this.
 
At noon, she makes her way towards the park where she and her lover usually meet up when he returns from a job. It has always been crowded enough to give them cover from enemies and boss spies. At least...it used to be...before today. She sees her lover as he slowly comes to her and opens his arms wide to hug her. She runs into his arms and he holds her close. He whispers in her ear, "We are finally free to be together. I finished my last job." He grows wide-eyed as he feels something is wrong. In one swift, move she stabs him deep in the back before he can do anything to stop her.
 
As he falls to the ground, she whispers in his ear, "I had to do this my love. They found out about the baby. The knife is coated with the drug Lozpilas, the one that makes your bleed like you have been fatally wounded and then give you the appearance of death. I am sorry. When you come to, find me and we can start a new life together with our son."
 
She quickly moves with the crowd to leave the park and heads back to the apartment where she knew they were waiting for her. She says coming through the door, "Roger it is done. Now you said my baby and I will be left alone." He says as he has his men grab her, "Indeed I did, but I have other plans." The men knock her out with the butt of a gun and take her back to the organization's lab.
 
Once there in the lab, he erases her memory and terminates her pregnancy with the help of a specialist. He says as she sleeps, "With your lover out of the way, I can have you all to myself. He chose his fate the moment he stopped being my best friend and stole you from me. You will start a life with me and I will no longer need to worry about my friend seeking revenge."
 
A few hours later Hamona is moved to Roger's penthouse and placed in a bed. He looks at her sleeping form with a satisfied smile thinking he has finally outsmarted his closest friend and gotten the girl of his dreams. The doctor that eased her memory and terminated her pregnancy walks in and says, "She won't question you or her new memories as long as she does not see anything that will bring back her memories of him." He burns her blue cloak in the fireplace. He never really understood why she loved that thing. Roger smiles and says, "My men are burning down her apartment building as we speak. There will be nothing left for her to remember her life...with him."
 
A few days later in the middle of the night, Hamona wakes up her head throbbing and her body feeling numb. She says through pants and winces, "Where...am I? Why does my head hurt?" Roger comes in with a lap tray full of food and says with a smile, "Good, my feeling was right. You are awake I made you some food just in case you were feeling hungry. Are you hungry my love?" He places the tray across her lap as she looks at him. She was hungry and confused, so she did eat the food he offered. The false memories telling her not to question him about anything. Roger chuckles in his mind as he knew he won the battle and the war.
 
Five years later Hamona is married to Roger and living as a full time house wife. She seems to be happy with him during the day but at night in her dreams she sees visions of her with another man who gives her the most extreme feeling of passion and love. She would find herself waking up from these dreams screaming in ecstasy wanting and needing more. She looks at herself in a mirror as she had gotten out of bed alone...again. She says to her reflection in the mirror, "Another morning I wake up in need of a man and my husband is not home to for full my need. No wonder I have formed a dream man in my mind to satisfy my sexual needs. My husband is never home to do it himself." She sighs and turns on the warm water to the shower.
 
She pulls her nightgown off above her head and tosses it to the floor. She gets in the shower and cleans off the stress of the night before. She could never clearly remember the man from her dreams but she knew inside that there was more to it than just need induce dreams. But every time she tried to force herself to remember, she would get a very sharp intense pain in her head. An hour later she gets dressed in proper but comfy clothes and starts doing the house work like she does every day in this house. She hums Let Me Love You by Mario as she does the dishes, listens to talk shows as she sets the hover vacuum to vacuum the floors for her and then when everything is done she plans on what she is cooking Roger for dinner.
 
She sighs as she settles on roast for dinner since it is his favorite. She puts the roast and carrots in the slow cooker. She then goes to her rocking chair and picks up her latest bought novel. She relaxes in the chair rocking in rhythm, unaware that she is being watched by someone. But she quickly dismisses the feeling to being her imagination for being alone in the house so much.
 
At nine o’clock, Hamona smiles some when her husband gets home and they have a quiet dinner together. She says as she was finishing her meal, "Roger I have been thinking. Since you will be gone for a week-long trip tomorrow, I want to spend that week in town. I get so lonely when you are gone so long in this house by myself." Roger stops eating and looks at her. He says, "You deserve a week of pampering my sweet. You can get a hotel room and order all the room service you want." Hamona smiles and he goes back to eating.
 
By 10:30 pm, she books her room for her to check in tomorrow at noon. She then gets ready for bed. He follows soon after her. He sees her dressed in her silk black night gown and the lust in her eyes but he makes no move to ease it. Her eyes sadden and she does her best to go to sleep. In her dreams she sees the man she sees every night since she woke up five years ago. She did not know if this man was real or not but he definitely helped her when Roger would not.
 
The next day she woke up in bed alone again. She drives into town in her blue Volvo and goes to her hotel to check in. Then she takes her bags to her room before going about the shops buying all sorts of things. She thinks, "If only the man in my dreams was real...I would be able to get some answers out of him. And just maybe some real love." She knew her husband was sleeping with other women while he went on trips for his job but she was too scared to leave him. She hoped this week of freedom would give her the courage to leave him.
 
Her high heels tapping softly on the sidewalk as she looks at all the shops. Her blonde hair blows in the soft wind of the summer breeze. The wavy curls more noticeable now that she was not wearing it up. Her deep eyes lost in her own thoughts. Until she accidently bumps into someone hard enough to be knocked down to the ground. Her bags flying everywhere. She says calmly looking up at the person she bumped into, “I’m sorry. I was not paying attention. Are you okay?”
(Okay I will play Hamona and Roger.
Roger è

I am hoping you will play the assassin lover Hamona was supposed to kill. He can be human or supernatural. You can have him remember her or have him a little messed up too because of the blood loss from the wound she gave him. Totally up to you.)

Jason was getting nervous Hamona was going to show up soon. The box that held the ring was in his trench coat jacket. He was going to propse to her, get her and their baby away from all of this hell. He had enough money put away from his jobs, plus he had started his own company, a company that took jobs no one else was willing to, sure some assassin jobs but also rescuing, he had three teams of 4 men and even a woman or two in the mix. He was more powerful and richer then his boss,

Finally he saw her he opened his arms but then it all went to hell. He felt the sharp stab he gasped and fell down. He had tears in his eyes as he looked up at her, then everything went black.

People were screaming and rushing around. He was taken to the hospital, since he was good at his job no one recognized him for his job. It took over 12 hours of surgery. And a lot of blood tranfusions. He had no ID on him, only the ring. He was wheeled into the room and was kept in a medical coma for 2 months as his body healed.

Once he was moved from the hospital he went to a rehab place. He had to relearn how to walk, eat, and talk. His teams continued to run though, for some reason that he remembered. Why he had the ring, and anything before that he didnt. He had to laugh about one of the leaders of his team, telling him he had once been an assisen no, he wasnt he was just a mercenary he couldn't take any jobs, but he could lead them all.

Eventually he was able to move out of the rehab place to his own place, he had two houses before the incident one that was burned but another that was a gated house on a lake. He still didnt know where the ring had come from. He kept it on his desk hoping that one day it would come to him. He began to work out hard. He wanted to get back into the field. He had 5-8 hours of work out a day, weights and swimming. He was eventually able to get out of the wheel chair but he still walked with a cane. He had been paralized in this attack but he was working. All of this took nearly five years.

He hated to sleep, in the sleep he had dreams of a beautiful girl that loved him. He woke in a cold sweat every morning.

Finally he decided on spending the night in a hotel room, his teams were coming back and he wanted to treat them all.

He was walking in when he was slammed into he fell hard to the ground. "Shit" he said has he feel. It hurt he looked up and saw the girl. "Wow" He then coughed. "I mean sorry Maam are you alright?"

Hamona had heard him swear but she did not say anything. She just smiled at him and said, "I am fine. And you should not be the one apologizing, I was the one that bumped into you. For that I am very sorry. I guess I live up to the whole old stereotype about blondes being flighty and easily distracted."

She picked up her things and stood up to help him up. She was not one not to be polite. Her blonde hair swirled in the wind blowing rapidly. Her shampoo and perfume of the smell of blue roses easily able to be picked up. She looked at the man as he stood over her quite a bit once he stood up. He looked familiar but the more she tried to remember where she knew him from, the more her head started to hurt again.

"Oh forgive me where are my manners? My name is Hamona." She extended her hand out to him to shake. She had removed her wedding ring from her hand. She had her copy of the divorce papers in one of her bags. Roger would most likely be receiving his in a few hours.

Her whole body was aware of the strange man in front of her. It was like she knew him but didn't know him. "Please allow me to buy you a drink to apologize for running into you."

Jason was rubbing his back. Damn it whenever he fell like this it killed his back. It would mean hours in the physio office again. One of his partners would have to take this case now. Just meeting with a arms dealer, there were rumors around that he had graduated to women and children, selling and trading them. There was suppose to be a shipment coming in from Zambia in the coming weeks.

Jason turned to Hamona has she extended his hand. He shook it and then finally looked in her eyes. He blinked. He knew her, but from where? The smells then hit him. He stumbled. He knew that smell, he rubbed his head. He looked at his watch, he had a hour before the meeting he looked across the street. He could already see many of his men in position.

"Well as much as I would like to have a drink with such a beauty I am on my way to a meeting. But I am staying at this hotel" He gave her a card and on the back was a number to his work cell. "Give me a call if you are up to one later"

He then went across the street to a bar and shook hands with the man that he was to meet, of course he came early. He just hoped that he hadn't noticed the woman he was talking to earlier.

((Sorry if I made him too nice, figure he does a bit of everything, still stronger then Roger, and doing more bussiness then him, maybe even Roger is a part of this deal?? You can controle the man he is meeting, bascally thinking that Jason is going to rescue a group of children and women coming there to be servents or what ever what do you think I can redo if you dont like))

(Oh that is a great idea. Sorry about disappearing. There was a birthday party, it went longer than expected.) Hamona looks at him with a smile as he politely declined her invitation for a drink. She took his card with a smile and let him be on his way. She looked at the card more closely after a few minutes. She says to herself, "That's at the same place I am staying for the week." She went on her way to her hotel room holding her head the whole time her head throbbed with pain. Something was eating at the back of her mind telling her that she knew that man.

Once she was safely inside her room, she quickly put her bag down and took her medication for her headaches. She was not sure what to do now. She had plenty of groceries for the week if she wanted to make herself something to eat. She goes to her suitcase to her electronic journal that she keeps on her at all times. She looks through the old entries trying to find the sketch she did of her dream guy. It was a stupid feeling but it was a gut feeling that she knew him.

Meanwhile back at the bar an hour later, Jason's meeting partner arrived. A tall dark skin man approached him quietly. "Are you Mr. Jason?" He was clearly a man who was a magnet for trouble. He needed a protection detail for the latest shipment he had coming in a few weeks. His name was Mr. Bulova. He used to be just an arms dealer but now he is moved on to human trafficking and prostitution rings mixed with the drug trafficking business. But he was smart enough not to get caught by the states. He knew how to hide his work.

((Grrr closed the wrong window will try again))

Jason rubbed his face, he was slipping, who knew who this woman was, could be a set up by his enemies or even his competitors. Well it was too late now, he had given his card, if she wanted to kill him it would be done. He just hoped that he could get this delivery rescued before anything happened. It was that smell that did him in. The smell that he remembered only in his dreams. That he had searched for and couldn't find.

Jason ordered another drink. He didn't want to be drunk but he needed a little buzz to act and talk about the way that he was about too. He felt so dirty talking that way about children and woman. It sickened him. But he was damn good at it, he had insiders and never operated in the same area so the criminals didn't catch on that he was double crossing them. This would be the first one this big though, over 100 woman and children coming in. He made sure that his recorder on his watch was working. Then waited.

Finally the man came. He glared at him and merely nodded. "Please sit" Jason smiled. "I hear that you are needing my protection for a shipment coming in" He smiled. The bar was empty, he had made sure of that, he was connected to the person that owned it. "I demand 50 grand upfront, 50 grand when the job is done, and of course, I get to pick first, before the merchandise moves on" He smiled and took another swig of the drink he had in his hand. This was normal, he waited to see what the man would do. This was important he needed to save these kids.

One in particular, a dad had called his company in a frantic, his daughter had been kidnapped by her non custodial mother and boyfriend, to be sold into the industry. She was only six. Which is why he had agreed to take this case. Moving up from just normal drugs and arms and woman, this one included kids so was special.

He looked up at the man. "Now come on time is money, if you don't want my teams protection, then walk away, but I promise you that you will not find a better price and this close to the delivery you need me."

Mr. Boluva looks at him a moment, his eyes clearly going over what he demanded. He says, "I don't see the problem with that. But no damaging the merchandise. If you have a problem, you let a few of my guys will handle the merchandise issues." He was a businessman but he wanted to be the one in control and feared by his product. After all he was the head of the operations. He dealt with selling, and most of the time, went back and forth controlling both operations in and out of the states.

One of his men that had been keeping his distance by the door gets a loud phone call. He says to Mr. Boluva after ending the call, "Mr. Boluva the product is on schedule right now. But the clients are getting antsy." Mr. Boluva groans and says, "Send them a few of the usual product to keep them content until the new versions come in." He looks back at Jason as the other man gets back on the phone. He says to Jason, "50 grand up front is what you want so I will have it for you in an hour. Then when the product arrives at the check point in three days, you will get your pick."

Meanwhile Hamona found the drawing and sketches she had been looking for. Her head pounding as hard as can be as she moves her hands over the sketches. The man she bumped into did look like the man from her dreams. But she shakes and holds her head as the pain gets to be too much. The moment she told herself it wasn't him, the pain would instantly stop. She decides to freshen up a little and read some in the lounge of the hotel not sure if the guy really meant it about going out for a drink. But then again...they were in the same hotel.

Mr. Boluva looks at him a moment, his eyes clearly going over what he demanded. He says, "I don't see the problem with that. But no damaging the merchandise. If you have a problem, you let a few of my guys will handle the merchandise issues." He was a businessman but he wanted to be the one in control and feared by his product. After all he was the head of the operations. He dealt with selling, and most of the time, went back and forth controlling both operations in and out of the states.

One of his men that had been keeping his distance by the door gets a loud phone call. He says to Mr. Boluva after ending the call, "Mr. Boluva the product is on schedule right now. But the clients are getting antsy." Mr. Boluva groans and says, "Send them a few of the usual product to keep them content until the new versions come in." He looks back at Jason as the other man gets back on the phone. He says to Jason, "50 grand up front is what you want so I will have it for you in an hour. Then when the product arrives at the check point in three days, you will get your pick."

Meanwhile Hamona found the drawing and sketches she had been looking for. Her head pounding as hard as can be as she moves her hands over the sketches. The man she bumped into did look like the man from her dreams. But she shakes and holds her head as the pain gets to be too much. The moment she told herself it wasn't him, the pain would instantly stop. She decides to freshen up a little and read some in the lounge of the hotel not sure if the guy really meant it about going out for a drink. But then again...they were in the same hotel.

Jason raised an eyebrow as the other man thought it over, it would have worried him if he agreed to it right away. This was his first time dealing with this particular delivery man but he had a rep, one that took a long time to make, sure it was normally arms and drugs but now it was a step up to human trafficking. It was taking all he could to not reach across and beat this man senseless but he needed to make this deal, hopefully more to come, he would have to chance his looks though.

At the sound of the phone call he raised an eye brow then sat forward. "You have some merchandise on standby?" He rubbed his leg. "Any that could keep me company tonight, this leg is really acting up" He smiled wickedly. "You know how it can be got some young ones, you know ones that are still sort of new?" He rubbed his chin "I like them feisty, old ones are too broken a couple you know two or three, of course I will pay you handsomely for the choices you give me"

He stood. "You know my number call me with the details"

He then returned to his hotel room, he had to shower, he felt so dirty, even though he had been working on this deal for months. It never got any easier. He finally got out, changed and sat down on the bed and waited for the phone to ring. If it would or not he had other contacts, he had to get these other kids and women out too, hopefully in three days this whole right would be done.

Eventually sitting still was driving him mental so he walked to the lounge and spotted her. He took a deep breath, well either if this was a trap or not he was drawn to her for some reason. She was the girl, woman, that haunted his dreams he shook his head and sat down beside her. "Hello"

Mr. Boluva looks Jason unfazed for a moment at the mention of his knee and says, "I do have some product you might enjoy nearby. I will call you with a small batch soon." But then he got up to deal with other business in the city. His men surrounding him to keep him protected as he was always a target for trouble.

Hamona was reading her book until someone said hello to her. It caused her to jump a little. She looks at him a moment. "Hello." She puts her book down and puts it in her purse. One of the employees gets her some tea after seeing her tea cup was empty. Hamona says to Jason after a moment, "I did not cause you to be late for your meeting did I?"

The female employees start whispering about Hamona. One says, "She is one of our loyalest customers but she is always sad and lonely looking." Another says in a giggle, "Her husband is such a dog." An older woman hushed them, "Be silent. Her husband is a dog but she does not need reminded of that."

Hamona could hear them everyone could. She was used to it. She looks at her phone a moment as she received a text from her laywer saying that he was getting the devorice papers drawn up. She was tired of being at the end of a rumor for him. She knew that Roger had affairs with every young thing he could get his hands on and she was not exactly old. She was only 27.

Jason smiled at the woman who seemed jumpy. "Sorry if I scared you, but we did agree to go for drinks later, and it is now later" He shook his head. "No I was well in time for my meeting" He ordered another drink a coffee this time and when it came thanked the waitress and licked his lips watching this woman.

He heard the whispers and raised an eyebrow. "So you are married and agreed to this meeting" He took a drink of his coffee wishing he could take some pain meds but if this was a set up he couldnt show any weakness.

This woman was strange his men had checked up on her, there was nothing. She was married it showed but not to who, it was almost like this woman did not exisit. He had her picture but how could someone not exist unless someone did not want her too. Or his men just hadnt had enough time to get deep enough into it .

The smell though, he just couldn't get over the smell. He shifted in his seat his back was really hurting him, he needed his pills but that would have to wait.

She smiles some. She did not seem to notice that she even jumped. "I am glad that I did not make you late for your meeting. Hamona looks at him a moment with a deep blush on her cheeks at his comment about her marriage. "Yes I am married but not much longer. I am working on getting devoriced." She could see through his attempt at hiding his pain. "If you need to relax, we can get get a drink another time. You are in pain." She touches his hand her blue eyes showing her deep concern.

When his men looked into the background of Hamona, Roger was sent alerts for her information. He sits at his desk at his hotel while his flavor of the week rubbed his shoulders and sent a virus back at them. He says aloud, "Damn it. Some person is looking into my wife." The woman asks, "Why not leave her?" He sighs some sadly. "She is my trophy and I do love her."

He looked this woman up and down. He nodded. "Ahh well he is going to lose a special catch" He winked. He tensed as he realized that he wasn't hidding it as well as he thought. He shook his head. "No I already turned you down once, there isnt much I can do anyways" He licked his lips and smiled as he felt her hands touching him. He cocked his head to the side and shook his head again.

His phone beeped "Excuse me" He said softly he looked at his phone. "Fuck" He muttered then looked up at her. "Sorry, just some bad news, but nothing that can't be handled" He typed quickly "You know what to do, whip the virus and stay away from her" Everythign was silent so she wouldn't have been able to hear. But why were people so against people finding out about her. He looked at her again, likely this was some sort of test.

Hamona was about to respond to his compliments when he got the text message from his team about the virus. They quickly write back that they are doing everything they can to get rid of it. But they had dug deep enough to find out that her documents have been falsified by a very highly skilled hacker and that they had retrieved some of her authentic documents. They would show him once the virus was dealt with.

Hamona watched him genuinely concerned about him. She was not sure what was going on but something inside her told her to stick around and be there for him. The deep scars on her neck from the memory erasal process were causing pain to radiate through her head. But she could not bring herself to leave him.

Jason sighed as he read the message quickly. What was about this woman that had him all worked up? He licked his lips and accepted a refill of his coffee. He was wondering what was up with this woman. He wanted to know where that smell came from, that would likely be too obvious though.

He looked at her. "Are  you okay, you are looking like you are in pain, I can take you back to your room if you want"

Hamona was not sure what to do. The pain in her head was telling her to run away from this man while every single fiber of her being was telling her to stay. She looks at him with a little smile and says, "Oh don't worry about me. It's just a little headache. I have been dealing with them off and on now for the last five years." She was trying to make light of it. She could see the confusion and frustration in his eyes. A small voice inside her head quickly told her that something else entirely was on his mind. "But the chairs in the rooms are much better for the back. And I do have drinks in my room if you don't mind just having a drink that way."

The female employees look at her their eyes wide. One of them blurts out, "That is the most I have ever heard you talk Mrs. Kuser. Roger had us thinking that you lost your ability to speak much." Hamona looks at her and says her soft demeanor changing to a manner of a independent woman who has had enough of the crap life has thrown at her, "It's going to be Ms. Gracia by the end of the week. And of course you would believe that. You are one of the girls he has slept with during the years of our marriage." The girl shut right up. It was clear that Hamona was done being the quiet little mouse wife. The fiery passion and spirit was back in her eyes.

Jason wasn't beliving this woman. Something was really wrong with her. His head rocked back. "Five years" He wrinkled his brow, thats when he had been attacked, or so he was told, he had been found with stabbed wound. He shook his head, there was no way that they could be connected, he wasn't found around here. He did not remember his attack or anything about it, most of his life before that was forgotten. Only that smell, the smell that she had he remembered but he did not know why.

When she stood he did too. He frowned at the employee and shook his head. He had to cough to cover a laugh when this woman dug into the employee. He clucked his tongue and walked out with her. "A woman as beautiful as you should not be cheated on, but worshipped"

Hamona looks at him with a smile as she could hear his laugh even though he tried to cover it up. She followed him out of the lounge and up to her room. A deep blush goes across his cheeks at his compliment. “I assure you that I am not beautiful.” She stepped ahead of him to get the door open. The scars on the back of her neck deep red as the pain is unbearable. And on her left shoulder there is a tattoo of a black dragon holding a blue rose in its mouth. It was easy to see because of the spaghetti strap style of her dress. She gets the door open and turns on the light. Her room was personalized because of how often she was here. She says pulling out one of her massaging chairs and says turning it on for him, “This should help with your back.” She then goes to her medium size fridge and pulls out an assortment of drinks and says, “I don’t know what you like so, you can choose what to drink.” She sits the drinks on the table between them.

Jason followed this woman, his men not too far behind, although they wouldn't be able to come into the room. They thought he was crazy doing this, it could be trap, blow the incoming deal to hell, but if something happened to him his men knew what to do. Rescue the girls at all costs.

He shook his head. Any woman that did not think she was beautful must have been told of that. He saw her tattoos and stumbled. He shook his head. "So what are the tattoos for?" He shook his head at the massage chair. "No that wont help, a few years back I was attacked and stabbed in the back, so massages don't help it, just pills ."

He walked up to her. "Rest" He said in a stern voice.

Hamona looks at him a moment and says, “Oh my tattoo…Well…I don’t remember getting it. Or even why I got it. However, when I see it or touch it, I feel happy and loved. But the memory that would explain why I got it. I try to remember and the pain in my headaches gets worse.” She tenses up when he suddenly told her that she needed to rest and sternly at that.” She thinks about him as she thought the stabbing. She says stubbornly ignoring his command to rest, “If the pain is caused by nerve damage then, there is a therapeutic place a few blocks down. They are open 7 days a week.”
Meanwhile his men were waiting in his room. They were worried about their leader. One of the female members was clutching onto the documents they have on the woman. She says to herself, “The two of them might be connected.” A big burly member says, “Don’t worry Marice. We will figure this out. What has me worried is the memory erasal process paragraph in the file. If it is true, then we have something to worry about.”

Nodding at the explaintion of her tattoo. "Guess a drunken night" He teased. "Hey listen I am sorry about my tone telling you to rest, I just don't want you over doing it, you seem to be going through a lot, a divorce is a stressfull thing, even it its against a slime ball like the man you seem to ending it with sounds like"

He shook his head. "Not much can be done, been to all the specialists. but haven't tried that one, like therapeutic, he rubed his face. "Maybe I should let you rest, I mean as long as you feel safe"

Hamona looks at him with a sweet smile and laughs at his little tease. But the moment he mentioned her stressful divorce and husband, the light in her eyes has disappeared. She says to him calmly, "I don't think it really is that stressful. He wasn't a very good man or husband to me even before the cheating started. He's a perfectionist. Everything has to be just right. Even the way I dress has to be perfect. He saw me as a trophy. Nothing more. The only thing stressful about it is making sure everything goes through before he gets back from his trip. because if he ever gets his hands on me again, I have no doubt he will kill me."

Mercia messages Jason. "She does not seem to be a threat to you. But you must keep your guard up. Her husband does business with Mr. Bulova. And several other dirty people from what we have found before the virus kicked in."

Jason rubbed his chin listening. He shook his head. "I do bealive that you would look good even in sweats and a baggy shirt"  He quickly read the message typed back "confirmed" so his team knew and looked back at her.

"Are you in danger, if you feel like you are pack a few things and get out I will wait here until you are ready" He as all business now. Apart from the fact that he cared about all women, this woman was under his skin for some reason.

Hamona looks at him with a slight blush and says, "Thanks for the compliment..." She looks at the floor a moment as he showed concern for her. "I would not want to burden you with my problems. Besides, from what I can tell about you, you are here to do a job." She kisses his cheek and says, "Thank you for the concern though." She looks away for a moment as her head was pounding as her mind was trying to remember him. She looks back at him and says, "I am sure that I can find a way to handle my husband on my own..."

She looks at the clock a moment and says, "I know you probably have some business to tend to. I don't want to take anymore of your time. Considering your phone has been going off a lot during our time together." She was very observant and for some reason she felt like she could easily read him.

His team waited in his room nervously. This woman and her husband had them deeply concerned.

Jason didn't like this, but she was right, he did have a job. He wouldn't leave her alone though. He smiled softly at her. "Yes sorry always busy, but never to busy to make sure a lady like you is safe" He lightly touched her hand/ "Are you alright?" He shook his head.

"I will have some one ready at a moments call" He wrote down a number of one of his members. "Give this number a call when you are ready, get out quicker then later" He took her hand and brought it to his lips. "Pack and call, they will be waiting" He then stood and left. Sending a update to his team. He then disappered and entered their room. "This is strange, I swear I know her from somewhere"