EMMARYLD & OBSYDIAN in Green Christmas, Part 1

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In her short time as Chairwoman of her foster father's company, Browncroft Enterprises, 20-year-old Emma Riordan has been lauded as a savvy wunderkind among her colleagues and contemporaries. Although Browncroft's profits nearly tripled in the year since she inherited the post from her foster father Hiram Browncroft by virtue of endeavors Emma spearheaded, one person was not at all happy about this new success: the Co-Chair Silas Graves. Before Hiram's death, Silas had bought enough shares of Browncroft stock to become Co-Chairman of the Board of Directors with the intention of dissolving the company upon the old man's death. Well aware of this, Hiram drew up a new codicil in his will, bequeathing his shares to Emma, giving her permission to sell or dissolve the company when and only when it no longer turned a profit.

Initially the move shocked many of the executives because the then 19-year-old Emma was still a student at Excelsior University. Emma was svelte, petite, and extremely attractive with face that made her look much younger than her years, and also with a penchant for individualism--a trait most evident in her choice of clothes. The best way to describe Emma's look is Lydia Deetz-meets-Lady Gaga featuring a plethora of black and dark-colored clothing with dark eyeliner, black lipstick and nail polish, platform high heels or tall lace-up boots with miniskirts and hosiery (primarily pantyhose and tights). However, for board and client meetings, Emma did tone down her look by wearing conservative black skirt suits with lower-heeled shoes. Her method of Employee Relations mirrored those of her fallen father's; she often engaged her subordinates in lively conversation and organized fun social activities to boost morale. She garnered the nickname "Shoeless Joan" by some of them, "Joan" being her middle name, because she was known for walking around the office without her shoes, having taken them off and left them under her desk or carrying them in her hand. Although her appearance and carefree disposition often turned a lot of heads, her colleagues warmly embraced the raven-haired sylph because her business acumen was undeniable. She had become one of the nation's most prominent openly bisexual businesswomen.

The fact Emma was almost singularly keeping the company thriving was not the only thing that caught Silas's ire. It was the fact that she had spurned his advances, telling him that going out with him was too weird because he was more than twice her age. Since that day five months ago, he had secretly began embezzling and funneling profits through shell corporations to the Swiss and Cayman Island accounts he opened under her name by using her forged signature on all the relevant paperwork and using his side-trade as a notary public to make them official. All that was left for Silas to do was to quietly bide for his time and wait for the right moment to initiate the final phase.

The time came at the Annual Executive Winter Retreat--17 days of fun and sun in Oahu for high-level executives and their closest family members over Christmas & New Years holidays. By chartered jet, the party of 35 people touched down on the island. After being welcomed and settled into their resort--a Spanish-style villa overlooking a private beach, Emma retired to the patio with Olympic-sized pool to soak up a little sun and fresh air before preparing for the Company Luau scheduled for nightfall. Silas watched from his suite's bedroom window as Emma sprawled on a lounge chair wearing a black crisscross strap maillot and black animal burnout cover-up shirt by Calvin Klein with her favorite black straw cowboy hat adorned with a silver skull. He grinned evilly to himself and tented his fingers a-la Monty Burns from The Simpsons, and then picked up a throwaway cellphone he had bought months ago.

After dialing it, he patiently waited for someone on the other line to pick up as snicked quietly to himself. "Ah, yes, Hello. Securities and Exchange Commission?" Silas said, when someone answered. "You say that I can remain anonymous, correct?...Good. I have some news regarding the Emma Joan Riordan...Yes, the Chairwoman of Browncroft Enterprises...I have reason to suspect that she may be defrauding investors by embezzling profits...Yes,that's right..."

"Uncle, Silas, what are you doing?" Sydney Shaw, Silas's blond niece whom was about the same age and body type as Emma, had entered the room, interrupting him.

"Oh, gotta go. Would you mind looking into that for me?...Oh, Thank You." Silas quickly reacted, hung up the phone, and turned to address his niece.

"What are you doing here?" He roared angrily.

"Nothing, I just came to ask if you wanted to take me shopping for a new swimsuit for tonight's luau." Sydney replied.

"Oh. Oh sure, sure." Silas replied with a slight stammer. "I'l be ready in a minute. Come, sit down on the foot of the bed."

"You wanna tell me what that call was about?" Sydney asked.

"Oh, just business stuff, Dear. No Biggie."

"Yes Biggie!" Sydney retorted, slamming the door behind her. "I heard everything." She said crossing her arms. "You're framing Emma for fraud!"

"No, no! You misheard." Silas said as he dropped the phone on the bed and walked towards her.

"Bullshit!" Sydney shouted, backing away as she reach for the doorknob. "Get the hell away from me!"

"All right, fine!" Silas relented. "I am framing Emma, and guess what? You are going to help me. That is why I brought you along. Happy now?"

"Like hell, I'm helping you!" Sydney said and quickly turned to leave. "Mom told me what a fucking sleaze you are, and begged me not to take your invitation, but I didn't believe her!" She yelled as she stormed through the living room area toward the front door. "I'm going right outside and tell Emma what you're doing, and then I'm calling the police, and then I'm taking the next flight home."

"You wouldn't dare!" Silas fumed as he chased after her.

"Watch me!" Sydney said as grabbed the doorknob, but Silas had caught up to her and twisted her left arm behind her back. "Uncle Silas, what the hell has gotten into?" She cried out as Silas grabbed her right wrist, forcing her to release the knob. "Let me go! Let go! Let-gmmph!" She wailed before Silas covered her mouth with his free hand dragged her back into the bedroom.

"You dare to disobey your uncle?" Silas ominously growled as he tossed her onto the bed, and then dove on top of her, pinning her between his thighs as he knelt so she could not escape.

"You're god damn right, you sick son of a bitch!" Sydney grunted through gnashed teeth as she wildly kicked squirmed under her uncle's muscular frame. "You'll have to kill me before I ever help you break the law! Let go of me!"

"I had a feeling you would say that, so I took the liberty of preparing this serum." Silas said as he reached in his shirt pocket and produced a vial of red liquid. "It's a kind of like GHB, the only difference is once the person whom has ingested awakens, she will be completely under my control. I was hoping to slip this into your soft drink while we were out shopping, but you've given me no choice, but to force you to drink it." Silas said as he used his free hand to pry her mouth open. "Bottoms Up, Syd!"

"Noooo..." Sydney gargled as Silas poured the entire vial of serum in her mouth. "Somebody help me! Somebody-hmmmmph. Mmmph!" She cried before Silas covered her mouth to keep her from spitting it out. Sydney could feel the acidic liquid of the serum sail down her esophagus. She continued to struggle and bellow muffled cries for help until losing consciousness.

Silas stood up and grinned as he stood over his newly-recruited henchwoman's sleeping body. He knew he had several hours to prepare for the flight to the Caymans to retrieve his money and complete his dastardly plan. By the time ball dropped in a week-and-a-half, he postulated, Browncroft will be his for the taking.

WHAT DOES SILAS HAVE IN STORE FOR EMMA AND SYDNEY? STAY TUNED FOR PART 2 TO FIND OUT...

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BEFORE WE BEGIN WITH THE NEXT CHAPTER, THIS AUTHOR EXTENDS HIS APOLOGY TO THE READER FOR STOPPING THE LAST CHAPTER SO SHORT. WITHOUT FURTHER ADO, HERE IS THE PART TWO...............................................

Sydney came to three hours later lying on Silas's bed. She had no memory of what had happened since going upstairs to get her Uncle Silas from his suite to go shopping. She groggily groaned as she sat up, still in her her cut-off jean shorts and black tank top.

"Ah, good, you're awake." Silas said in an unusually calm register as he walked into the bedroom. "The Luau starts in 45minutes. You had better hurry up and get changed."

"Change into what?" Sydney asked. "I didn't get my..."

"But, you did." Silas said, pointing to a black maillot similar to the one he had seen Emma wearing earlier lying next to a black and red floral sarong skirt on the chair. "Remember? We went and got the suit and then came back. You were complaining about suddenly being hit with a bout of jet lag and needed to take a nap." Silas lied. "I was just about to come in and check on you."

"Is it okay if I change in here, Uncle?" Sydney asked as she sat up on the side of the bed.

"No problem, but one more thing." Silas answered as he took out two gold pendants which featured a gaudy teardrop gem. One was black and the other green. "I got a present for you and Emma."

Sydney gasped, and whispered audibly, "Oh My God, they're beautiful!"

"The black one is for you, and the green is for Emma." Silas said. "Well, come on, don't be shy. Try it on."

"Uncle Silas, this is really sweet of you, but don't you think you should give this to Emma yourself? She is you co-worker after all."

"Nonsense, that's actually your Christmas present to her. After all, you picked it out for her while we were out. Have you forgotten already?"

"I would have remembered picking out something this cool, Uncle Silas."

"Well, you actually didn't 'pick it out' Per Se. I saw you eyeing them, and picked it up when you weren't looking." Silas said as Sydney took the black stone pendant from his hand and put it around her neck. Almost immediately her eyes glazed over and she froze in place like a mannequin. "All right, Sydney, you are now under my power." Silas said as a sly sneer curled his lips. "When I escort you to the pool, you will promptly approach Emma Riordan, introduce yourself, and immediately begin charming her and partying with her until you have won her trust and affection. When the band begins playing my request of 'Tiny Bubbles,' this will be your signal to spike her drink with my hypno-serum. Once she passes out, you will carry Emma to her suite. Once inside the suite, you will lie her on the couch and place this emerald pendant around her neck. Once she awakens, you will instruct her to fly with you to the Cayman Islands tomorrow morning and withdraw money from the accounts listed on this sheet of paper. Understand me?"

"Yes, Uncle." Emma replied in a robotic monotone. as Sydney took the piece of paper from her

"Good." Silas said. "Now when I snap my fingers, you will act normally, but remain under my power. You will use your own improvisational training to follow the instructions I have given you once I bring you to the pool. Understand me?"

"Yes, Uncle."

"Excellent." Silas said, and snapped his fingers.

Sydney shook head as she snapped out of the trance, and then said in a normal voice, "Wow, it looks really good on me. Are you sure, I can't have the green one too?"

"Sydney..." Silas said in a teasingly scalding tone.

"Oh well, I tried." Sydney said and both laughed. "All right, can I have a little privacy, Unc?"

"But, of course." Silas said. "I'll be right outside." He added and closed the bedroom door. Silas grinned mischievously as he walked over to the easy chair to sit and wait for Sydney, proud of himself for coming up with the mind-control pendants as a back-up plan in case his serum wore off too quickly.


WITH SILAS' PLAN NOW IN FULL SWING, IS THERE ANY HOPE OF STOPPING HIM? STAY TUNED FOR PART THREE......

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