<strong>Madelaine</strong><br/><br/>Madelaine had no conceipt about privacy or tidiness.  She did what she wanted, when she wanted too.  She was eating a bacon sandwich, butter dripping from the thick sliced fresh bread.  She had dripped the dribbles down her top.  She didnt care, her fingers were greasy, she tapped the keys without a thought to the mess she was making of his laptop.<br/><br/>Her coffee mug was on the desk, leaving a ring of moisture on the polished top.  Again she didnt even think about it, she just did it.  She was flicking between the bank's pages, the money was being moved, they wouldnt have a clue until they went deep into the records.  She had set up a cover page, it would tell them everything was normal.  If only they knew..<br/><br/>Looking up, she licked the butter from her fingers, smiling at him, "hi Mordi, almost done" she said absently as she finshed the bacon, and flicked back to Facebook.  she really didnt have a clue at how pissed off she was making him....after all she was Madelaine, he looked after her.  She would stay here a few more days, then she would be gone again.  Before he discovered she had taken a couple of million without asking...<br/>