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Follow on Google News | Mk Lukman: Prologue, Part 2 (Piercing Eyes)The authorities were surreptitiously closing on “PJ’s” trail; and fast, too! Subpoenas were written-up; but not, yet, served; amounting to what was plausibly considered a stealthy waiting-game of cat-and-mouse.
By: Avrem Enterprises Group, Inc. Hardcover-edition: Dimensions: 6-1/2" w x 9-1/2" h x 1-3/4" d. ISBN: 978-0-9602660- Prologue, Part 2: Cooke's interviewing- The service of subpoenas was imminent. His legal fees could potentially run into the millions. For “PJ”, who was somewhat wealthy in his own right, money was no real object! And if, as it were, he should suffer a bit of financial infidelity, well … he could always rely on the depth of his wife’s pocket book! On official papers, he was no longer an ordinary citizen; but a “person of grave interest”. Anguished and tormented, “PJ” retreated even farther into his private sanctuary where he felt the energy of his late mother, Valerie, encapsulating him. For him, it was a spiritual thing! Her energy tended to surround him at such critical moments. And, in other situations, she was there, too! Besides, “PJ’s” gut-wrenching stress continued to monstrously overwhelm him; leaving him no choice but to languidly succumb to his burgeoning paranoia. It was palpably crushing—at times! “A brewed conspiracy, designed to assassinate [his] character ….” Wrote Tamara Worthington: Tamara’s integrity, even as a journalist, was unquestionably sound. Committed to the importance of true and unembellished accounts—quite unlike that of many of her colleagues—she wanted to discover all that she could about ‘this mesmerisingly charismatic man’ in order to truly understand what made him tick. She sought the use of some of her most powerful, inside Washington-based contacts—that enabled her, with as much facility as possible—to limitlessly delve into “PJ’s” background: his friends, relatives, lovers, colleagues, and even enemies. It was not enough that he was equally loved and maligned in the media. And for those who really knew Tamara, it was just the beginning! Her quest for the truth would take her—on an emotionally intriguing journey—to a myriad of exotic places that he had mostly frequented: Tokyo, Paris, London, Milan, Berlin, Frankfurt, Bridgetown, Toronto; just to name a few! What Tamara tirelessly discovered was heart-rending to some, but a bit of a laugh to others; due partly to “PJ’s” own, sort of, blind—eyes- “PJ” had been there, many a day; leaving in the wake of an emotionally gratifying eroticism—albeit her first-ever, sensuous encounter—an unpredictably dangerous, obsessive lover in Antoinette; deceived by none other than “PJ”, himself: her first-love; and, indeed, the first man to have touched her deeply; kissing, fondling, and caressing her, whilst consummating their novel love. And, in the process, causing her to ‘indescribably’ Antoinette—arguably secure in her self-imposed cocoon where almost no one could emotionally complicate her life with their bullshit—was generally reticent and shy; unless pushed by their craziness. She had always sworn that she would never get involved with a married man; much less a mama’s boy! “They are too weak and complicated for me.” Antoinette once said in passing—in the course of some small-talk—with close friends; mostly women. “Yeah, that’s true!” Intoned another; “there’s something about their character that they, all, seem to lack. I know … first-hand.” “Who are you specifically taking about—mama’ “Mama’s boys, of course!” Antoinette replied. “But they usually aren’t much different, anyway, from the married men who delight in cheating on their wives.” Said Rana—a Sudanese diplomat, and close friend of Antoinette. “And they usually aren’t emotionally strong, self-reliant pack-leaders; “Word!” Said a young woman; nodding in agreement. “Pack-leaders? “Like hell you are! All of you: a bunch o’ damn dogs!” Antoinette mordantly blurted out with a faint smile. “My darling, if I didn’t know you well enough,” countered Hayden; “I’d readily assume that you were extremely bitter … hateful almost … towards all men.” Antoinette’s sentiments formed an interesting amalgam of callous, ambivalent attitudes that she had frequently expressed about most, if not all, men. And, for many years, she tenaciously held on to such views. It would seemingly take a miracle to redeem her … if she were able to move on without emotional constraints. For those who knew her well, it was sort of a wait-and-see- “Girl-friend, you should see the look in your eyes; almost verging on thirstiness!” “What look, yuh talking ’bout?” Antoinette asked—feigning apathy—with a subtle smile. “Girl, don’t play yuh-self! It’s all there … for all to see.” Said Rana; sounding as if she were born and bred in one of the five boroughs of New York City. “Oh, please!” Retorted Antoinette; hardly able to erase the blushing-effect on her face. “PJ’s” charisma was infectiously far-reaching; Tamara’s background-investigation, for her Time magazine-article, took several months to reach near-completion; End
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