<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… sip the drink and debate where to start … yep, back to the blackmail and backstory on that …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Okay, to give you background, I need to go back to when I was engaged to Christina. We were working for a company in Copenhagen called Danish Chemical Group, DKG in Danish. I’d been earmarked as the future CEO when the founder and CEO retired. We all called her Miss T. Christina was her ward which was the connection. A €6B company dealing with chemicals used in other industrial processes. Exporting worldwide. We were learning  the business while Christina finished college and I was finishing my Masters in Business and another in Industrial Engineering. She was going to be the Chief Technical Officer.I</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Then Christina disappeared. She was kidnapped in Vegas and when we caught up with the shipping container it was washed ashore of Saudi Arabia. My friends in Interpol – that’s another story – believe she was sold into the slave markets that still survive in parts of the world. Whether Africa or Southeast Asia is anybody’s guess.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Miss T and I were both devastated, as you might imagine. I continued to finish my degree but stopped working for DKG. I just couldn’t continue there. And then Miss T. sold the company for the same reason. And gifted me €20M after taxes that I tried to turn down but ended up accepting. Because it was an international money transfer, we went through channels and certain papers were filed with the banks and civil authorities in both Denmark and the US to keep it all above board. To make it easier, I let Miss T. proxy my signature on the paperwork which was then properly notarized. Originals were in Miss T.’s private papers, certified copies to my bank here in New York and SEC in Washington. All above board and eyes wide open.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So I started my resort business using that as leverage and settled down to doing that and teaching on the side. All that went well until we encountered Johnna Jameson and her husband where we lived in Vegas. And in the midst of that fiasco that Steffy knows better than me, I learn that my bank account in The Cayman Islands was under electronic  attack trying to transfer money from the hotel we lived in into my account. My bank was rightfully paranoid and kept refusing the transfer yet couldn’t trust me via phone so I had to fly to George Town to straighten things out and figure out what to do. I checked into the Westin there and went to the bar for a drink and dinner with a 9 o’clock appointment the next day with my bank to ensure biometrics authenticated me. And this charming woman sat down next to me.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “That was of course Dianne du Monde though I don’[t recall when she introduced herself. And she proceeded to blackmail me with the document we had filed with the US Securities and Exchange Commission, claiming the proxy signature was a forgery that she would use to ruin me.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… stop to take a long drink of water and short sip of my martini …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “She had me dress in slutty clothing and wear a diamond necklace back to Vegas. And I was to curtsy to Johnna Jameson at a party I didn’t know about the following night after my plane landed. In return, she’d have the attacks on my bank account stopped. So I agreed. She sent a message on her phone and moments later I learned from my bank that the attacks had stopped.</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So I still had the blackmail to deal with and a promise to keep so I did that. I visited my bank in the morning and updated the biometrics and voice signature and synced the Apple AceID with their app and added a voice ID app that strengthens everything. Went and bought a slutty dress and flew back to Vegas wearing the necklace. I went through US Customs at Houston through the lane du Monde had directed where the agent accepted that I had nothing to declare and arrived at the party round 10:30 that night. I was beat because the Caymans are US Eastern and Vegas is 3 hours later. I curtseyed to Jameson and a while later the blackmail was dropped near me and my part of the deal was over. I’m sure hotel CCTV video of the whole parade is thrilling certain types on the black market. Not my circus so not my monkeys.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… another sip – water and my martini – as our food is delivered …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “She put a number on my phone under her name that night in George Town. I’ve not used it.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… put my napkin in my lap …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So let’s eat while you think of where we go next.”</span></span><br/>