a diplomat

"Ms. Irena Taylor, she's the ambassador from ..." began Mr. Smith.

"I don't really care. Does she look good then?" interrupted Jason immediately.

"I ... I would say acceptable. Nothing compared to those two" replied Mr. Smith.

"Okay, where is she?"

"She's waiting downstairs outside the open gate. Our security won't let her pass" replied Mr. Smith. Jason went to the window and looked at the gate. It was so far away he couldn't see her. All he could tell was that it was a blonde woman. Jason shrugged his shoulders.

"Let her come in," Jason sighed, going to his clothes and getting dressed again.

"You stay right here and you Monika get dressed and come with me, not that you'll be tempted."

"But my clothes are ..." began Monika.

"Get her clothes," he said to Mr. Smith, then walked past him.

"I think we'll meet her in the living room," Jason added as he stood in the doorway, then went downstairs.

He went into the living room and sat down. He was starting to get hungry and thirsty. Jason saw one of his bodyguards and told him to get him something. Then he went to the window and waited for the diplomat to finally come in. The door opened, and the blonde woman stood in the doorway. She was wearing a light blue long-sleeved sweater, a long dark blue skirt and matching dark blue heeled shoes. She looked quite young; Jason estimated her to be in her mid to late twenties.

"Mr. Flix?" she asked in an angelic voice.