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You look at your secretary. "What have you found out all about the granddaughter?" Ipsina swallows. "All I know is that she's studying and what she's studying."

"How soon can you get me more information?" You ask, a little disappointed. "If they want to be patient until tomorrow, they'll have a report from me on the table tomorrow." You don't want to be patient, but rushing out without information could be fatal. "If I have to." You grumble, and when Ipsina turns around, you push after her. "I thought they were a person who paid attention to details, I'm someone who likes to be fully informed." You can't get this book, The Art of War, out of your head. There is so much truth in the few lines and even though it is very old, it is still relevant and the theme of information and knowledge is a common thread throughout the book. If you want to be successful and not get caught in the middle, then you should always be the smartest person in the room and always have at least one contingency plan. On the other hand, you're quite happy to have some quiet time. You lie down on your sofa and relax a bit. Ipsina is talking on the phone and walking around the house all the time. In the meantime, her things have been brought over and she has moved into a small room upstairs.

In the afternoon you take a tour and see her by the pool. Next to her is her tablet and a smartphone.

"Ipsina." You speak to her in a friendly way from behind. The bikini is hot, but you want to try out your power. However, you don't feel like having sex. The last few days have drained you.

"Oh, Mr. Doe. I'm just waiting to hear back from some detectives who" You raise your hand and she falls silent.

"I assume you always work for me, but that's not the point. At my pool, only I wear clothes." You reply, looking her over again from head to toe.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't know that. I will so immediately write a house instruction with all the rules for other people." Said she and began to undress.

Turning away, she asked provocatively. "Do you like what you see?" You grin. "I probably wouldn't have made the rule otherwise." With a grin, you leave, and Ipsina can't help but smile a slightly dirty smile as well.