<div class="floatleft"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/ff6d/2eiwghvw6s44q42zg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong><br/>Entrepreneur<br/><em>About her</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/><span style="text-decoration: overline;">         </span></span></span></div></td><td>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4d/AlTeregoSeparator.png)</td></tr></tbody></table></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… and he dodges again! … how much to push? … let him ramble to his conclusion, then take a sip and squeeze Taffy’s hand before continuing …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “So you’re telling me that your rumor mill informed you that same day that I would be arriving at a party that night with a stolen diamond? You learned that when I only learned that the night before from du Monde? Obviously, du Monde or Jameson is feeding you information for their own nefarious purposes. Because rumor mills do not run that fast! When I was running the Orientation Center at the resort, it took close to two days for a rumor I planted at the main bar to reach the ears of my PA in the center. Two days! So either du Monde or Jameson or both together planted this one so you’d hear it or the network is faster than humanly possible. I’ll let you figure it out, since you refuse to name the person who told you.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… another sip … damn this is good … damn I want to get sloshed and forget! …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “But let’s move ahead, or rather to one particular little event and then walk backwards from that. We’re in Kenya, deep in the bush in the high desert at Olivia’s water project and out of range of cell towers by many miles. We both agree to lend Olivia some money. And when we start to head for her satellite communications to start the banks in motion to move money around, you all of a sudden discover a hole in your pocket? That your promise of $10 million was hollow? And so Jaclyn ponies up an additional $10 mil for your share of the promise. And the next thing we know Olivia and our $20 mil vanish into thin air. So explain how you failed to realize you didn’t have $10 mil to lend until it was time to pony up? Or why you failed to tell me? And where you and your pal Olivia have squirreled away $20 million of my money? I’ll wait, I’ve only got time since I’m now broke and destitute.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… slight exaggeration … stretched tight is more like it … finish the last of my shot and gesture for another … I’m sobering up as Peter’s nefarious alliance with du Monde and Jameson and Olivia unfolds like a cheap dime novel … Peter and his network of women criminals on the one hand … the front is Steffy’s Cute Girls Detective Agency … ‘and all of a sudden she realized she had been used and was probably about to be discarded’ … slight shudder … glance at Taffy … hope she’s getting all this …</em></span></span><br/>