Jaclyn’s expression, in reaction to my assurance of her safety, is to give a weary smile, which speaks volumes about the power she believes this woman had over her. It’s also a good indication of the amount of work I may have to do in order to help her break the hold; or at least come to a position of power with it.<br/><br/>Her tale was as interesting as it was tragic, but it left more questions than answers in the telling. For example, there was the explanation of the horrible fate that her fiancée befell, but no details as to who took her, and why she was targeted. That may not seem like a pertinent fact for most but, given she was about to become president of a huge company, the timing seemed unfortunate.<br/><br/>Then there was the matter of the twenty million euros. I could perceive the possibility of ‘Miss T’ providing that amount for Jaclyn in her will, but to pay the funds to her outright, and out of the blue? Curious indeed.<br/><br/>One would put such an amount as being around the same price that a kidnapper would demand in ransom for such an illustrious captive as Christina.<br/><br/>That is not to assume I thought Jaclyn capable of such an act at this stage, but I could see how even the merest hint of that suggestion would cause her be vulnerable to blackmail—certainly more than the excuse offered about the falsified signature. Granted, there may be a case to answer for, but it was as easily solved as she, herself, had revealed—certainly not the smoking gun that would cause her to be as ‘addicted and helpless’ as she claimed she was to Du Monde.<br/><br/>I kept these thoughts to myself for now; content to listen and gather information at this stage.<br/><br/><strong>“Attack on your bank account?”</strong>I prompted, leaving her all the silence in the world to fill with her explanation.<br/><br/>Sometimes the best tactic was to say as little as you could.<br/>