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So maybe that wasn't a bad idea, but chocolates and booze were thinking too small.

I headed for the CEO's office and stared at the #gaping vacancy on the wall where the Rembrandt had been.

Too late.

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The Mad Frank's Dreams: Part 4 Kidnapped

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The beggar awoke thinking, “Chue’s head hurts.”

Stars danced at the edge of her vision, and her head pounded while nausea clawed at her belly. “She’s lucky, that’s all it is!” Being hit in the head was no joke.

She opened her eyes a slit. She wasn’t sure it would be wise to let people know she was awake yet. The room was dim, with the only light coming from a gap in the boards covering the window. She thought she could pry the boards #loose, but that would make a racket.

Dust danced in a light beam that pierced the gloom. The straw mat under her was old but dry. When she moved her head gingerly, an explosion of pain shot through it, the world spun, and she nearly vomited, but she remained conscious.

#Gaping, she saw a crude drawing of a man being crucified on the wall. A glow surrounded his head, while celestial women heralded his death. She recognized it as a religious drawing from a foreign land. “Chue remembers! The Frank raves about how ‘he’ died for our sins.” It was a sluggish thought, but it made sense under the circumstances.

Below the painting was a bed, but from her angle, she couldn’t tell if it was occupied.

Another painful motion of her head brought the opposite wall into view, a bare wall with a door in it.

“No one,” Chue said, sitting up.

Now, she could see that there was someone in the bed, covered by a thin blanket. "Chue knows who this is," she said, clicking her tongue. "Chue has failed."

“But I should check.”

There were no surprises under the blanket, only Maomao breathing shallowly, a gash in her forehead.

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