<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: 12pt;"><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)</span></span></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… smile wearily as she asserts that I'm safe here ... my phone will alert me if she does call or text ... and unless this room is one of those Faraday cages, I'll know and jerk to respond …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… she asks about the blackmail …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Oh that. Um, years ago I was engaged. My, um, fiancée was a college student, sent to the US from Denmark to study Chemical Engineering. I met, um, met her the day I was signing up for classes and we hit it off. Her, um, her mentor Miss Terkelsen – we call her Miss T. – was the founder and CEO of the Danish Chemical Group, um DKG for short for it's initials in Danish. But anyway, Miss T. took a liking to me and extended to me the invitation along with my fiancée to take over operating the company when she retired and once we completed our education. My fiancée was going to step into the job of Chief Scientist and I was to be the President and CEO. At that time, DKG was a €6B business.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… sigh ... so much for the background ... sip of tea …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“And then everything went all to hell. My fiancée was kidnapped and smuggled out of the country in a shipping container along with several others. With the help of some friends at Interpol, we were able to track the container to where it washed up empty on the north shore of the island of Socotra, Yemen, just outside the Gulf of Aden. The ship that carried the container was searched as it passed through the Suez Canal and no records of the container were found. It's movement from Las Vegas and loading at the Port of Las Angeles was well documented and the papers were all in order but they turned out to be fraudulent though nothing attached the smuggling to the trucking or loading companies.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… another sip of tea …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“So anyway, my friends and I presume my fiancée became a commodity in the slave trade on the Arabian peninsula. From everything they would tell me about that, I kinda hope she's dead. Maybe she survives, I don't know. But I had to move on and so did Miss T. who was as devastated as I was.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… breath, Jaclyn! …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Miss T. wrote my fiancée out of her will and sold the company. And sent me €20M out of the blue. I tried to talk her out of it but she said she didn't need it and since Christina – that was my fiancée – was gone, she had no other heirs so I might as well take it. Because this was international, we had to go through official channels and all that, and we ended up writing a legal document that we both signed that went to both the banks and to the federal authorities in both countries. To make signing the thing easier, I signed her name at my lawyer's office in New York. Miss T. was on the phone with her lawyers in Copenhagen and everyone agreed that was the best way to do this instead of flying the paper to Copenhagen and back. We filed one copy with the US Securities and Exchange C omission. Du Monde had stolen that and was asserting the fraudulent signature could put me in legal harm. I panicked, even though I knew that couldn't happen because the only person who might have been harmed by the tactic was Miss T. and she later wrote a letter stating that no harm had befallen her so there was no reasonable cause for any legal action. But like I said, I panicked.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… sit back and breath ... sip of tea ... it's getting cold ... set the mug down on the desk …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">“Du Monde also knew about the attack on my bank account.”</span></span><br/>