They had a long pleasant afternoon ahead of them.
As soon as Vivien and Doctor Ovale had left, the two star lawyers, Mr Hole and Mr Late, arrived to join the team in the discussion as previously arranged and report what they had already achieved. They were engaged to secure for Vivien the compensation for her mental and physical suffering as well as to create the legal frame for her International Aid Foundation.
Both lawyers, Mr Late and Mr Hole, were the country’s leading specialists in matters of compensation for injuries suffered and the media law. Their large, somewhat futuristic offices, in which they employed more than fifty people, were on two floors in a hyper modern building in the most prominent part of the town. They had an international reputation, and their influence was enormous. At their request, the newspapers did not even mention any possibility whatsoever of Vivien’s having been sexually abused by her kidnapper. They did that because Mr Corner had explained to them that Vivien’s untouched virginity was absolutely essential for the success of the entire plan.
From the report of Mr Hole and Mr Late it was obvious that they also had their personal reasons for being extremely interested in the success of the plan.
Mr Late was a bachelor in his late fifties. He had always wished to have a happy family but because of his extremely dynamic, busy life he had never been lucky enough to meet a suitable partner. That’s what he always pointed out when asked about his marital status. As he was now at the age when men in general do not think of having children any more, he himself was somewhat astonished and surprised that the whole affair concerning Vivien had awakened in him certain wishes he thought he had abandoned for good.
Mr Late knew that his business partner had had two beautiful mistresses for years. However, as both Mr Hole’s relationships had remained childless he assumed that Mr Hole probably had either never wished or never been able to have children at all. He had great knowledge and a lot of experience in legal matters and his main function was to advise Mr Hole when the latter asked him to do so. However, in love matters Mr Hole never asked him for advice.
Mr Hole was eight years younger than his colleague. He could afford what none of the team members could even dream of: he could use a pet name for Vivien he had created for her. He used it, of course, only when they were alone. Then she also used a pet name for him she had created for him. In his remarkable professional career Mr Hole had only two clients of the same rank as Vivien. Those two top clients of his were two beautiful young ladies. For both of them he secured a remarkable financial compensation, great enough to enable them to enjoy a comfortable life of leisure. Due to his excellent knowledge of the law and the loopholes in it, nobody raised the question how it was possible to grant both ladies such handsome sums of money from the public purse. Since the very beginning both of them had shown their gratitude to him in the most charming way a beautiful lady is capable of. They gave him exactly what he expected from them.
His beautiful mistresses had never stopped showing their gratitude to him; on the contrary, they did whatever they could to please him. But the rub was that the two ladies were only a few years younger than he. They were still at a charming age, however, no longer at one that could kindle wild passion at first sight or be recommendable for bearing children.
He had noticed some time before that his virility had suddenly waned dramatically, and it was that drop in performance that made him immediately think of children, something he had, of course, because of his ceaseless business engagements, failed to think of earlier.
It is true that years earlier somebody had advised him to have his sperm frozen in a sperm bank to be sure to be able to procreate at any age if he happened to feel like doing so. However, a good friend of his, a doctor, advised him not to do that by telling him that those who performed the artificial insemination quite often did not use the donor’s sperm but their own instead if the woman who was to be inseminated was an especially beautiful one. After that discouraging story, he decided not to have his sperm frozen in a sperm bank.
Now he had an instinctive feeling that Vivien was the third client of at least the same standard as those two ladies when they were at her age.
Vivien, with her tender youth and her angelic beauty, appeared to him to be sent by Heaven to rescue him from of his precarious situation. Looking after her was now his absolutely first priority. For the first time he had the feeling that by providing for someone else he was providing for himself. By securing an adequate compensation for Vivien that would enable her to enjoy her future life of leisure and free from financial worries he hoped to make her fall for the bait adequately.
As soon as he had given her the documents and the keys from which it was clearly visible that she had become the new owner of her kidnapper’s comfortable house and of the beautiful garden that belonged to it, as well as arranging everything for her to enjoy a carefree future life at leisure, she fell into his arms, closing hers round his neck. His left hand gently pressed her head against his chest while his right hand glided down her back and came to rest on the beautifully shaped upper curvature of her taut bulging buttocks.
That happened in Mr Hole’s office three days before the rehearsal she had with Mr Corner.
Vivien was well on the best way to enjoying the life she had always dreamt of and worked hard for.
Professor Bourgh was only a year or two younger than his boss. He had thick wavy hair, which in spite of his age had retained its natural shiny dark-brown colour. He had impressive green eyes, and very regular features. His legs were strong, healthy and well-shaped, and he would have been rather tall if his back had not been badly deformed as a consequence of a grave accident he had in his youth. He was an extremely intelligent and talented man. He had a vast knowledge not only of sciences and medicine but also of languages and music. In spite of his exceptional qualities and merits his position at the University was rather lowly. His boss, Professor Frederic, had never permitted his from being promoted. Professor Frederic did not treat Professor Bourgh as a colleague professor at all. He always spoke of him as his first and best assistant. Professor Frederic had, in fact, two other assistants. One of them was Doctor Ovale, who had been his assistant for quite some time. The other one was not yet thirty. His name was Peter Strong. He had come as a graduate student to Professor Frederic’s Institute only a few months earlier. His intention was to do some research and write his thesis. Being Professor Frederic’s youngest assistant he had to do a lot of unpaid work for his mentor. Thus Mr Strong was engaged from morning till evening every day. He was an extremely intelligent and a fine manly fellow with greenish eyes and wavy dark-brown hair. He was always friendly and helpful.
Doctor Ovale and Mr Strong Never did anything for Professor Bourgh. Mr Strong had, in fact, never even seen him.
Professor Bourgh had no assistants. In spite of his rather unpleasant physical condition that had not allowed him to have a proper sleep since his accident he had never failed to go to work nor had he ever been late. His favourite thinker and somehow his shining example was a famous philosopher who made absolute moral demands on each individual and who reportedly appreciated punctuality above all. That philosopher demanded that each individual behave in accordance with the principle that could be the basis of the general law. Professor Bourgh had always tried to imitate his great shining example whenever he had been able to. In matters of punctuality he seemed to have been particularly successful – he always went to work and left his office at exactly the same time.