Codes and Lies (BWWM)

The Trip

It was now the end of the first week of my stay at "Mansion DuMonte." Canaan along with  the rest of the architect team had been thoroughly impressed with the schematics I had submitted for the new headquarters. It always helped to have a team of the top architect specialist the CIA has to offer do all your work for you.

Canaan had given me Sunday off, and I took the time to survey the grounds of the estate, and it was enormous. There was a tennis court and workout facility with an indoor pool. I came across a beautiful green house that contained hundreds of orchids and rare plants. He even had a fairly good sized art gallery. Unfortunately I didn't come across anything I could detect as being a site for the remote server June had suggested might be here.

Yesterday and the day before, I had been working with the architect team via email and video messages. We came up with some plausible timelines for some of the initial work on the building.

Canaan had been gone on business since after our Sunday breakfast , so I looked forward to presenting him with the current status of everything. It was strange, but it was like I'd missed him while he was away. When I heard he would be back this morning I wanted to look my best. I put on my steel blue dress which was sleeveless and came right above the knee, and it hugged all the right places while still being tasteful. I paired it with nude pumps and my tan trench coat. I decided to wear my curls down and opted for a dark plum lipstick. I was just putting on my pearl earrings when I heard the knock at my door.

"Coming!" I called.
I looked myself over in the mirror again and hurried over to the door.

"Wow... I mean good morning Miss. Wilson."

"Oh, good morning Jorge. I was expecting to see Mei."

"She's working on some travel plans for the boss so I came to escort you to breakfast." Replied Jorge.

"Oh, ok. Jorge do you think it's too much?" I asked gesturing to my outfit.

"No, not at all you look stunning Miss. Wilson." He replied.

"Thank you Jorge." I said putting on my trench coat. "Shall we go then?"

We made our way to the main house and the dining area. Canaan was sitting with his paper as usual. He seemed to have a bit more scruff on his face since the last time I saw him, and I was not complaining. The touch of facial hair gave him a sort of rugged quality that I admit was very sexy.

"Miss. Wilson has arrived sir." Said Jorge.

"Thank you Jorge, and good morning Miss...Wil .. Miss. Wilson." He said fumbling over his words.

He quickly pulled out my chair for me. I sauntered over and removed my trench coat handing it over to Jorge to hang up.

"Good morning to you as well Mr. DuMonte. I'm glad to see you arrived from your trip safely."

"Thanks it's good to be back." He said as I watched his eyes rake over my body. "And please call me Canaan."

"Oh yes of course Canaan." I said with so much emphasis I thought Canaan would have a heart attack. If only JunJie could see me now I thought to myself.

"Chef Chen, we're ready for you now." Said Canaan.

Canaan received his usual plate of deliciousness, and I an array of fruit and to my surprise a croissant with butter. I began filling in Canaan on the progress I had made with the team while he was gone.

"You're looking a lot better Mariah, and you seem to be making quite a bit of progress in the new headquarters"

"Thank you sir. I feel a lot better. What would to like me to do for you today?" I ask placing a slice of pineapple in my mouth. I admit I was laying it on thick, but it seemed to be working to an extent.