Family Business

The Demand

Thursday May 30th Sternwood Hospitality and Financial Services board room, Jersey City, 1.40am

"We're working with Apple and Lexus, Rosamund; they are aware it's urgent, ourselves and the FBI are working as a team on th-"

The lieutenant's update to Rosamund is interupted by a ping on her cellphone. "Excuse me" she gasps, her handshakes uncontrollably "What is it?" asks O'Kelly as he recognises the fear in her eyes. "It's It's it's......." the words struggle out of her mouth "Unknown number, Oh my God, they have sent me an email". She feels the colour drain from her face. She opens up her email.

"Anything there?" asks O'Kelly. "No; I'll try my junk mail", she tries her junk mail "Nothing still". She goes into her inbox and gasps. "Open it up orders" O'Kelly.

"I need to sit down" She looks around and takes a black leather boardroom chair. Reluctantly she presses on the first video. She covers her quivering right hand over her mouth "Oh my God, Poor Prudence". Tears stream down her eyes as she watches Prudence her corpulent frame tightly tied with neck ties, which dig into her designer black suit. "Her face" she cries as she watches the beetroot red chubby face of Prudence gagged, her glasses steamed up from the effort of breathing.

Rosamund massages her tummy, "I feel sick" she looks towards O'Kelly "Please find her and please don't show these to my parents!".