Book1:TeDream-Maker

eyhadnoneedforthesemaesandthemaeshadbeenlyingthere,uselessasapileofwasteiron．Movingtowardstheelevator，Ileeheneedforseclusioniosortthingsoutandetoadecision．

    TheelevatorwithitssolidgolddoortookIleentothetopfloorandshewalkedbacktoheroffideadsilence,pastthevishlyextravagantroomswhichsilentlyexhibitedtheexorbitantrichesofthemysteriouskingdom．Shewenttotheivorydesk，herheartinturmoindhermindfusedandchaoticasatangledweb．ThedecreesofFatewereunfathomable．Sheneverdreamedshewouldetothispathewilderness，beeoneofKingDimitri’sbeautiesainalmostsolechargeofhishugefinancialempire．Ifthingsprogressedsmoothlyandsheborehimanheir，herpositionwouldbesolidated，andshewouldautomaticallybeistressofitall．Butno,whatshewascarryingwastheseedofone-eyed,single-hornedmonster,Cyclops．Couldthingsbedoneain,shewouldwillinglybeeohegentle,fortablebeautiesinsteadofatraitor．Butheraswereunredeemable．WhatwasdonewasdoneandcouldnotbeuheunrulyCyclopswasfreeandroamedtheareaatnight，whichcouldnotpossiblyescapethesharp，observanteyesofMedusa．Thedisappearahebowandarrowhadherworried，foritshowedthatMedusawasalreadyuard．Shemustactatonceorhertreacherywouldsoonbeexposed．

    Theringingofthefaxmaesignalinganiningmessage,interruptedhertrendofthoughts．Shepickedupthepaperwhichsaid，

    1．TonightDimitriandsomeotherswillbegoingtoWorldBank．Iionsunknown．

    2．PleasesendioryofallKingDimitri’sassets．

    Nosender’snamewasgiven，butIleewasfromMr．Kaffee．Herbrowsknittediion,aough,ambitiouserwhowahewholeofKingDimitri’sriches!Shehadbettereu