Just like an elephant, throwing dirt over itself to keep
off the flies; he put on his worst shirt. The females at the office constantly
challenged him. They tortured him with scantily clad bodies and suggestive
remarks. Today he didn't want to be enticed by them, although he enjoyed
knowing they were making an effort. His ego was alive and well.
He was of course a virile and attractive male. Quiet and intelligent, but
with a 
body to go. The sexual revolution had so
far rallied back and forth over the last few decades, but had left him
cold. He liked immersing himself in his work. Not many people boasted of
really enjoying their vocation.
His name was Riccardo Moscatelli.
At the age of 32 he was at the top of his particular field. Ric lived in
the city of Auckland, New Zealand. About an hour north actually. No children
that he knew of, and only several non-committal lovers. His company was
a virtual one based solely on the internet and working for a globa collection
of the rich and famous.
Susan was a horse
nut from Matamata. She was rich and fun. Diana was just an out right laugh. She was a weather girl on
the Channel 6 News. Michelle
was a model in California. He regretted not touching base when he was there
last week. She was a sociallite. Always somewhere. And then there was Rebecca. She was a mother of
one. An unemployed wonderful lady, never had any money but made up for
it with enthusiasm. She lived in a little village down south. Her wee lad
was starting to call him "Dad". That scared the hell out of him.
But ... still he enjoyed her company. If the
truth be known he hardly touched base with any of them except over the
phone. He was always busy, maybe a little scared? Apparently it was a universal
problem. 
The women at the office constantly hassled him about the different voices,
and he knew they were more than a little curious. However he liked his
private life ; just that.
Riccardo worked for
himself, and kept a modest staff of 11. His life revolved around other
people's supply problems. In essence he was an international agent for
anything that was hard to find. People generally came to him when they
had exhausted their usual contacts. The good news was that he had discovered
most homo sapiens to be lazy, curious and easily led with enthusiasm.
There where many kick backs to his job. Bribery was mostly obsolete nowadays.
There was a new and better method which was called "appreciative gestures
of gratitude" These were given only to the elite. Riccardo was right there. He constantly
received gifts from airlines, free hotel packages from clients; actually
most things he had in his house were from interested parties all vieing
for his attention. And his house was in his opinion rather comfortable.
He called his work a LAF. (Lost and Found)
Life was good. His day started at 10:00; notably he worked 8 days a week.
The hours seemed to get longer and he was forever busy. However he enjoyed
the challenge of pouncing on the unobtainable and delivering it to yet
another satisfied consumer.
Today was starting out like every other. Arriving at work
he was greeted by his secretary. Her name was Katrina. She was from Germany and spoke five languages fluently.
Her general nature was spicy and her fashion sense was seductive.
"How do?" She let the coffee down on his desk. He always started
his day punctually. She motioned her distaste at his shirt and he shrugged.
Could it be that she really thought he dressed to impress? He laughed,
and she went away.
Today he had to find two
breeding sea eagles, and a 1929 Hishimoto Formula Libra. The latter was
built by the makers of Subaru in their childhood years. His clients had
no qualms regarding price. Sea eagles were to go to a zoological society
in Iceland. The 16 cylinder race car was to go to a collector in Monaco.
Last year he was paid to find any indication of a "Yeti". They
traced a supposed "yeti" skull at the site of Gompa's ancient
relic. All through IRC. An amazing concept. Nothing was unobtainable any
more.
Totally through his online website he had many regular clients, among whom
he could count several Royalty. Checking his e-mail he noticed the Sultan of Tunsia, the Tsar of Hinterlan and a coded
message from the Pentagon. These were the most urgent from a list of 53.
He had logged off last night at 1.15 (A.M.) The Pentagon didn't normally
bother with outsiders. He wondered what they wanted. But the Sultan was
a regular client. And hadn't ever concerned himself with the concept of
budgeting. His missions were always interesting. It was time to make a
choice.
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