There's Always More To The Story

Chapter One

     Thirty-eight year old Desmond Lynnzee opted to do an exclusive live radio interview instead of a live television interview so the public wouldn't get the chance to see him just yet regarding, "The Book". He sipped water quietly from a paper cup as he felt beads of perspiration begin to cover his body. His heart raced as he listened to the radio host explain to the listeners why this interview was about to take place. Desmond wiped sweat from his brow as he took a shameful peak at the few onlookers that watched from behind the glass wall in the hall.
     "So who wrote the book Mr. Lynnzee, you or your daughter?" the host asked startling him as his life flashed before his eyes.

     Desmond Lynnzee's mind wandered back to his small hometown in Oklahoma when he was eighteen years old. The Justice of the Peace at the Town Hall pronounced him and pregnant girlfriend, Akeya Foster, husband and wife. Unfortunately Akeya was the resident town slut. He was with her for two reasons. The reasons being Akeya was pregnant and to spite his mother Salleigh.
     Salleigh Lynnzee was a beautiful woman who didn't work because she wanted to be a housewife to husband Avery Lynnzee who was an editor. Salleigh worshipped the ground Avery walked on. She loved him with every fiber of her being. She depended on him for everything. She lived for him and knew he could do no wrong, which was why Desmond never told her that Avery had a married lover name LaMaura Yesterdae who he had been seeing since before they were married.
     At fourteen Desmond caught Avery and LaMaura together one afternoon at his office. Salleigh had an emergency doctor's appointment and had to drop Desmond off there. He went into the office without knocking. He watched the two on the couch half dressed and getting it on.

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     When they realized he was there they scrambled to put on any remaining clothing. Avery lectured him about not knocking and eavesdropping, but tried to explain to him what he saw and why it happened. No matter how Avery tried to sugarcoat adultry, Desmond knew it was wrong but for some reason he was willing to overlook it since it was being done to Salleigh. He felt that she deserved it since she was so clingy and needy. He always thought that she needed to stop needing Avery and get a life. Avery told him that he loved LaMaura and had been with her since he was eighteen. She had became pregnant but supposedly had a miscarriage. He only married Salleigh because LaMaura's parents made her marry a more prestigious man. Avery made Desmond promise not to tell Salleigh about the affair because it would probably end the marriage and devastate Salleigh beyond repair. Desmond knew this to be a fact because of Salleigh's undying love for Avery.
     This was proven once when Salleigh had a life threatening miscarriage when Desmond was eight. The complications caused her not to be able to have any more children because she had to have a hysterectomy. A devastated and depressed Salleigh saw how disappointed Avery was because he wanted another child. While in a manic depressive state she told Avery that since she was of no more use to him she would kill herself if he wanted her to. She felt like less of a woman and a burden. Avery told her that wouldn't be necessary.
     The next thing eight year old Desmond remembered was visiting Salleigh in a sanitorium. His grandfather had took him for a visit since Avery only committed her so he could go on secret rendezvous' with love LaMaura. Desmond stayed with Avery's father for the month she was in there. Salleigh lectured Desmond  to be the best son ever since he was the only thing she could offer Avery. As she talked to him, all he thought about was how he wished she would tell him that she loved him.

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     At sixteen going on seventeen Desmond began to think about where his life was going. He wanted to be a writer and have sex so he wouldn't be a virgin anymore. He got on the school newspaper and lost his virginity to a senior. The next year he was seventeen and a senior himself. He partied with jocks and dated the girls who hung out with them. This was when he met Akeya Foster. She was rumored to sleep with any and everybody who asked her. She supposedly flirted and used her feminine wiles on the boys in junior high, high school, and the older working men.
     The more time he spent with her the more he liked the relationship because he knew it wouldn't go anywhere. She was reallly cute with long blondish brown curls and waves which was a product of her mixed race heritage being black and white. Desmond got with her a couple of times and got to know her realizing that she was a pretty nice person, but he made sure not to let himself get to close because of her reputation. This went along with his plan to be free so he could pursue and perfect his craft of writing.
     He continued to work on the school newspaper submitting fictional short stories to the paper and newsletters where some were published. The published ones weren't enough to call himself a writer. So he decided to go for his dream by going out of state to a university, get a degree, write for a major paper, save his earnings and open up his own publishing company. This way he could publish his own great American novel his way.
     This was when Akeya became a major part of his life and changed everything. He told her how he wanted to leave town and get a degree in journalism. She hated the reputation she had made for herself and wanted to change. Although she knew the tall handsome Desmond was with her only for sex, he still treated her different than the other boys and men did. She loved him so she told him that she wanted to go off to school with him and date only him. He told her he didn't want a committment nor did he trust her, but maybe it would be fun to leave town and start new lives as friends.

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     So they began to unofficially date with her promising that her promiscuous days were over and he would be the only man for her. This was when he got to know her better and began to like her as she fell even more in love with him. By the time they graduated and were turning eighteen they were almost inseperable. This was when his mother Salleigh began to question him about his relationship with Akeya, and when he met Akeya's mother Jewluster. She knew her daughter was, "easy", but would argue anyone down who said that she was.
     Jewluster had never married. Akeya's father died in a boating accident before he or Jewluster knew she was pregnant. She had had her share of men herself. She was a 'tomboyish' type of woman so she had a lot of male friends. A few of them turned into her lovers, but once they got to know her they would break off the relationship because she was too much like them. One thing Desmond lliked about her was that she was a take charge type of person and because of that she started her own business with no help from anyone.
     She started out young as a gas station attendant and took classes in auto mechanics. Ten years later she bought the gas station with her earnings and a grant, sold it but kept a twenty-five percent interest in it, and used the money to have a house built in the woods with a three car garage attachment. She opened the garage part as an auto repair shop. At one point Desmond thought he was in love with her. He was mesmerized by her beauty when he met her.
     He became infatuated with her. Of course she was of mixed race too and although Akeya was cute, Jewluster was gorgeous. He continuously hung around the garage questioning her about any and everything just to be near her. Jewluster jokingly flirted and played around with him. Akeya noticed this and snuck around watching them. One afternoon Desmond took the chance and gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Akeya watched and listened in amazement.

     "Desmond honey are you crazy boy? Why you do that?"

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     "I don't know, maybe because I think I love you." he said stumbling over his words nervously as Jewluster laughed embarrassing him,
     "You think you're in love with me?" she tried to ask without laughing which began to anger him.
     "No,...I mean I don't know." he said angrily.
     "A real man would know honey. There would be no stuttering or decisiveness on your part. You still have a ways to go before you're in love." she laughed again as Desmond tensed up.
     "I don't think you should be laughing at me Jewluster and I do know what love is."
     "Then why you so scared to tell me if you are or not? Why you have to steal a little kiss amd act like a scared little boy about it? You're a kid Desmond and you're not in love with me. You are in love with the idea of what I stand for. You're impressed with my take charge and do for self persona. You like my accomplishments. Think about it and you'll see."
     "Well I'm sure you're right, but you still didn't have to laugh in my face."
     "I know honey, I'm sorry. My harmless flirtations may have led you on but I was just playing with you. I knew you had a crush, but you are too young for me and you're with Akeya."
     "I know Jewluster. You're as old as my mama and Akeya, well she's my girl."
     "Well thanks a lot for the age crack, but I knew what you meant. You're just a young man. I forgive you." she said as Akeya came out of hiding.
     "Well I don't forgive either one of you! You play around with my boyfriend ma-Jewl and you Desmond, you kiss my own mother on the lips and think you love her? I have nothing else to say to either of you!" she screamed and left as Desmond automatically ran after her.
     Akeya didn't talk to them for the whole month of June. She forgave Jewluster first and by mid July she was talking to the both of them. This was when Salleigh put her two cents in. She was happy Desmond and Akeya had broken up for the month. When she heard they were back together she told him that he was a fool to date a tramp like Akeya and he was embarrassing their family. She stressed her displeasure in his getting back with her. He told her he didn't care what she thought. He was eighteen and was going to date whoever he wanted.

     The month of August came in with a few surprises. Desmond's going out of state dream became just that, a dream when he found out Akeya was pregnant. Desmond couldn't believe his luck. He couldn't travel across country with a pregnant girlfriend. He would have to give up dorm life and work full-time so he could afford a one bedroom apartment. Go to school part-time and wouldn't be able to study because of a crying baby. He took it upon himself to discuss his concerns with Akeya and Jewluster. Akeya was devastated by his even thinking about leaving her.
     Jewluster told him that she understood that he wanted an education, so he should go with her and Akeya's blessing. They would care for the baby and once he graduated he could come back for them. Of course Desmond was thrilled over this turn of events, but this wasn't Jewluster's responsibillity. It was his and Akeya's. He told them this and suggested a real man faces his responsibilities and doesn't run away. He wanted his baby to be legitimate so he proposed to Akeya who accepted without hesitation by literally jumping for joy. As Akeya and Jewluster happily began to make wedding plans, Desmond went home to tell his family.
     "You'll marry that tramp over my dead body Desmond! How dare you come in here telling me and your father that you're marrying some whore!" Salleigh spat. "And what about college?" she threw in.
     "It's put on hold for now. I'm going to stay in Oklahoma and go to junior college after the baby is

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born. Jewluster's going to help me and Akeya out."
     "But son, she's the town slut. Why would you want to marry someone like her?"
     "Because she's pregnant." he answered as Avery and Salleigh gasped in horror. "She's almost three months along." he finished.
     "Excuse me son but that's no reason for a person to get married."
     "It's a good enough reason for me dad. I want my baby to be legitimate, not illegitimate."
     "What I can't believe is that you got that girl pregnant! How could you be so irresponsible?"
     "I don't know, but that is why I'm trying to be responsible now."
     "Your intentions are good son, but misdirected. This Akeya does not deserve you."
     "That's right. You're too good for her. Anybody is too good for that girl and her mother."
     "Don't talk about Jewluster, she's a good woman."
     "Yeah she is. That's why she has a slut for a daughter, and speaking of sluts, I can guarantee you the baby she's carrying isn't yours."
     "Yes it is."
     "How do you know son? The girl does sleep around."
     "It's my baby and I'm marrying Akeya dad."
     "Well you'd be a fool if you do Desmond. She got pregnant on purpose with someone else and is going to put the burden on you." Salleigh said.
     "Well then I'll be Akeya's fool."
     "You go ahead, but I won't have a fool for a son. If you marry her Desmond, I'll disown you." she said as Desmond smiled.
     "Thanks mom, I couldn't have asked for a better send off. Bye now." he said and went out the door as Avery ran after him.
     "Desmond, I didn't hear the words, I love her, come out of your mouth." Avery said as Desmond humped up his shoulders.
     "And you probably never will." he answered curtly, shook his father's hand and left. He always

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thought both of his parents were wimps and too dramatic for his taste. Now he had another reason for marrying Akeya and it was to spite Salleigh.

     One month later they were married at the Town Hall with only Jewluster in attendance. They went back to Jewluster's house where she had a barbeque reception for them. Once it was over Desmond and Akeya moved into the renovated apartment right above the auto repair garage that night. The arrangement they made with Jewluster was that they would live there rent and utilities free in return for their help in the auto garage. It was a fair deal, a job right downstairs, free food, free cable, a cute wife and a cute kid on the way. He knew a little about auto mechanics so it would be an easy job.
     As the months went by Jewluster became like a second mother to Desmond since his mother had stopped talking to him. Akeya got bigger and bigger and the three got along fine until Akeya went into labor one month too early but had a healthy beautiful baby girl. Desmond couldn't bellieve he was a father and loved the baby with all his heart. It was an overwhelming experience, but an experience Desmond wanted to get use to. His mother Salleigh finally came around after some talking to from Avery. They both saw the baby and thought the baby didn't look too much like him, but more like Akeya.
     Deep down Desmond agreed, but didn't want to give them the satisfaction of being right. He had been thinking the same thing, but dismissed it as he tried to enjoy the baby. Of course Akeya and Jewluster tried to convince Desmond that his parents were wrong, but when Medvin Yesterdae came back to town, thanks to Salleigh, he questioned their convincing.
     Salleigh had joined a club several months earlier to get her mind off of her and Desmond's estrangement over his being with Akeya. The club was a research club that helped people research their family tree. With her being nosey and her determination to break Desmond and Akeya up, she

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found out that Akeya had been messing around with a married United States Marine officer off and on for the past two years who was from a neighboring town. Just so happened he conveniently came back to town during Desmond and Akeya's one month split over Jewluster.
     While doing research and the math, Salleigh realized the possibility that Medvin Yesterdae could be the baby's true father. She also saw the marine's mother's name, LaMaura, which flickered a memory of a woman Avery had an on again off again affair with a year before Desmond was born. It seemed to be a possibility that Yesterdae could be Avery's illegitimate son and Desmond's half brother.
     She contacted him at his base and told him the lie that Akeya had had his baby and was threatening to tell his wife. He rushed back and everyone could see Yesterdae's resemblance to the baby, and to Desmond. Salleigh sat back and reveled in Avery's astonishment in the marine's connection to LaMaura Yesterdae and Salleigh's knowledge of LaMaura's lie about having suffered a miscarriage with Avery's baby, but was actually sent away to have the baby and let it be raised by relatives since she was promised to another man and not Avery. Her second revelry was Akeya's admission that she cheated with Yesterdae the month of June when she and Desmond split up to get back at him, but she blamed Desmond and Jewluster.
     She didn't love Yesterdae, she loved Desmond. When she found out she was pregnant she told Yesterdae that she would have an abortion since he was married. This was when she decided to keep the baby and try to pass it off as Desmond's, since he and Yesterdae looked a little alike, so he would finally fall in love and marry her.
     A devastated Desmond still didn't want to believe it and knowing that the due date had coincided with the month she slept with Yesterdae caused an angry Desmond to start a fight with him. Salleigh didn't want the buff marine to get the best of Desmond so she had Avery to break the fight

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up. He and Jewluster did their best to stop them which allowed Desmond to get the last punch. Desmond cursed Salleigh out for poking her nose in his business and shouted a few choice words at Akeya too. She cried how sorry she was, but a bruised and embarrassed Desmond ignored her. He packed a few things and rode off on his motorcycle. His first stop was to start proceedings for an annulment. After that he sold his motorcycle for cash and left town hoping never to talk to or see any of them ever again.

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Chapter Two

     Desmond went to New York. It was far from Oklahoma and it held the publishing industry. Since he didn't have enough money from his school grant to attend a New York university, he transferred the funds and transcripts to a New York junior college. While waiting for the next semester to start he decided to find work at one of the publishing houses. None of the houses would hire him because he didn't have any experience, a degree, or they just didn't have any openings. One week later he found himself bussing tables at a hotel restaurant which he hated. He stayed two nights at the hotel, but even with a discount it was too expensive to stay.
     He wound up at a shelter, which he thought was so terrible and degrading that he almost went back home. For him that  would have been worse. He grinned and beared it while he worked full-time and overtime which helped him to be promoted to a waiter. He hated it, but he was making pretty good tips which allowed him to move from the shelter and into a YMCA. Finally the new semester began and he started his journalism classes, along with other classes he didn't want, but they were required. They made his days at school too long which made him have to cut his hours at work to part-time. They told him they needed him full-time so he had to re-arrange his classes by taking some in the day, some at night, and some on Saturday.
     This meant he would have to go to school an extra year or longer. This whole arrangement wasn't working for him. He hated his job and school. This was when he took out his journal and began to fictionalize some of the things in it. It became a short story which he submitted to the school's newspaper short story writing contest. By the end of the semester the contest was judged and he won first place to his surprise and delight. He had failed a couple of classes because of his depression over hating his life. Winning the contest had given him new hope and a new aspect on things.

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     Since he had become disenchanted with school, he remembered when one of his college teachers told him that school and practice may help him write better, but only luck would make him a writer. He took this advice to heart and dropped out of school. He sent a copy of his published story to his parents and began to look for another job. He also began to send the short story out to magazines.

     He found a job in the mailroom of a small newspaper weeks later and quit the restaurant. This was when the rejection letters began. His material "did not suit their needs at this time, good luck in your future endeavors" the responses read over and over again. He tried to become a staff writer at his newspaper and other newspapers, but none would hire him.
     Six months later he found a job at a bookstore and quit the mailroom. He cashiered and stocked books. He rented a small studio apartment. For the next five years he worked on a novel and wrote short stories. It was an ongoing rejection fest for the short stories he sent out, but he kept sending them out. In between rejections he would date off and on, making sure to never get serious with any of the women.
     At twenty-three his novel was finished and he began to send it out. Months went by before he began to receive rejection form letters and personal rejection letters with critiques. Angry, but stilll determined, he wrote more short stories and started a second novel. The submission process was costly, depressing, and long. Months would go by before responses of rejections would greet him at his mailbox. The months turned into years and he was now assistant manager at the bookstore.
     Three more years had passed and now at twenty-six he still was not yet a writer. Frustrated and tired he thought about giving it up, but this thought was put on hold one day when he came home from work to find a familiar face sitting outside his door. Akeya sat on the floor with two duffle bags, one small and one large.

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Sitting next to her was a beautiful little girl of about eight years old with a head full of golden brown wavy hair and long lashes which surrounded big brown eyes. Akeya told him that they needed to talk so he reluctantly invited her in.
     She started by telling him that she never got together with Yesterdae because she didn't love him and his wife forgave him for cheating. He sent child support once a month. She stayed with Jewluster until she became sick and died two years ago from some toxic fumes that she had been habitually inhaling for years. The fumes generated from illegal fluid that she continuously bought through the blackmarket at a cheap price and used it to repair the cars in her garage. Although Jewluster didn't know the fumes could actually kill, she knowingly used a recalled product.
     Because of this Jewluster couldn't benefit financially from the class action suit that had been filed against the company, but Akeya could. She told him that she inhaled the fumes too for the past six years and two years ago she sold her mother's house, garage, and shares in the gas station. She and her daughter lived in an apartment off the money until now because she found out that she is dieing too. She told Yesterdae that he had to take their daughter in. His wife said they would only do it once a blood test confirmed Yesterdae was her blood father so she could adopt her and become her mother. The blood test showed that Yesterdae was not her biological father.
     After a little research Akeya found out that her overworked gynecologist, who sometimes took a drink here and there, mistakenly put her at twelve weeks in the paper work. So this meant she became pregnant in May, not June. A delighted Akeya knew that Desmond was the father, and found him with the help of his parents. Now she needed him to take a blood test to prove it to himself. He told her that they could stay until he got the results back from the blood test.
     He let them have his bed for the night and the next morning he took off work and had the blood test.

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It did indeed show that he was the father of little Desi, which was the baby's name whom she had named after Desmond from the beginning.

     Desmond got a two bedroom apartment and moved the three of them into it since Desi was his biological daughter and Akeya was dieing. He let Akeya and Desi share one bedroom and he took the smaller one since he had had the marriage annuled years ago when he left town. Although he was still angry with Akeya for robbing him of the first eight years of Desi's life, he eventually grew to love her and Desi.
     His writing career was put on hold for the next two years while he focused on caring for the ailing Akeya, whose health continued to deteriorate, getting to know Desi, and working. He finally, but reluctantly, invited his parents up who knew only part of the story since they hadn't been on speaking terms with Akeya and Jewluster. They had only heard things through the grapevine. They were happy to learn they had a grandaughter and travelled back and forth to New York to help Desmond out until Akeya succumed to her illness two years after she arrived.
     Desmond couldn't believe how distraught he was over her death, but Desi was devastated. Not being able to handle his and Desi's grief, he let his parents take Desi back to Oklahoma with them while he grieved for rhe next few weeks alone. Afterward he gave two weeks notice at the bookstore and left New York two weeks later.
     He and Desi stayed in Oklahoma for a month or two while he had Desi checked to see if she had become sick from the fumes too since she inhaled them for six years. The doctor diagnosed her with toxemia because he found minute traces of a foreign toxin in her bloodstream, but it didn't seem life threatening at that time. He suggested that she be checked out yearly for preventive purposes. Desmond was checked out too, but he was fine. No traces whatsoever since he spent less than a year living over the garage.

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     Right at this time the class action lawsuit received a judgement. Those who were unknowingly affected by the toxins from the fluid's fumes were awarded a fifty million dollar settlement that was to be split among twenty-five claiments. Two million dollars was what each person received. Since Akeya had died, her share was to go to Desi. In her will, Akeya specified that Desmond would be the executor of her money and use it right away to care for Desi. This was when the writing bug bit him again. He was now ready to move on and start over with a new life. He and Desi packed up their clothes and once again left town.

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Chapter Three

     Twenty-eight year old Desmond and ten year old Desi arrived in sunny Los Angeles California where they rented a small two bedroom house in the suburbs with the two million dollar settlement. Desmond opened up a bank account and carefully planned his and Desi's life. He would not work for five years so he could be a stay at home dad for Desi while pursuing his writing career. He would now aim for writing for television and film, but still write short stories and try to sell his two novels. He enrolled Desi in school and spent his mornings in libraries doing research and attending various writing seminars.
     He wrote a screenplay, a stage play, a made for television movie and sitcom which took a year. It took another year for him to find out that no one would look at his work unless it was through an agent. His search for an agent the following year wasn't easy either, but he found one only to be dropped because he and the agent disagreed on how his rewrites should be done. As he continued his search for one, he kept sending his work out not noticing Desi's interest in writing or her becoming a teenager.
     When he realized her coming of age she was a senior in high school. He basically knew she dabbled in writing, dated off and on, and was still safe from the effects of the fumes that took her mother and grandmother's lives. Desmond realized that he had neglected his daughter's life while he pursued his own failed life the day after her prom. Her english teacher submitted a short story she wrote to a college writing contest and her first place win earned her a writing scholarship to the university and publication in an international magazine. Desmond was happy that she decided to pursue writing like him and was surprised at the exposure she received from the magazine.
     As the money started to become noticeably low, Desmond began a part-time job at a bookstore. Desi went off to college and by year's end had written a fictional thesis type report which was submitted through a professor in the english department to a program contest. Again it won first place. This time Desi was offered a writing fellowship to research and study abroad during her summer vacation. She went for her yearly check-up and left California for South America to start her fellowship.

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     Desmond couldn't keep his feelings of jealousy inside any longer as he read her award winning story which had been published in booklet form. He thought how dare she become famous overnight while he had tried for years with no real success. Although it wasn't fair, he knew there was nothing he could do until a box arrived in the mail a month and a half later from Desi. Desmond opened it that afternoon and found numerous loose sheets of paper containing handwritten notes and a typed manuscript.
     He sat down and read the manuscript through the night. It involved an international spy ring and cover up that was covering up a company that was responsible for toxic fume related deaths. It was such an excellent read that he didn't realize it was the next afternoon until the phone rang. It was Desi. She told him to burn the boxed material. She decided against submitting it as part of her fellowship because she needed to do more accurate research which would extend her stay. Desmond agreed to burn the material, but not before he copied the two hundred and fifty page manuscript.
     Since Desi didn't want it, he decided to steal it and pass it off as his own. He re-typed the first page so he could put his name as the author. Believing this book would jumpstart his career, he took it to his ex-agent who loved it. He quickly sold it to a reputable but small publisher within two days who immediately began the process of marketing, promoting, and printing.
     Weeks later while looking at the contract he signed and his advance royalty check, he received another call from Desi. She apologized for the abrupt call before, but she was on her way to Africa to get the real truth on who was really behind her mother's and grandmother's deaths. Her fellowship was dedicated to research on finding this out. The previous research information she was given, and used, had been switched around to cover up the cover up of actual companies that sold products in the blackmarket using fraudulent government agencies as fronts.

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     Her updated research information may prove that fraudulent companies were used as fronts by two actual government agencies. The two agencies, a foreign government agency who was working with a United States government agency, "made up", the company that was ordered to pay the people from the class action suit. The switched information was used in a similar book, which was rumored to had been plagiarised from another book, that caused the author to be imprisioned after a lawsuit was filed against him for plagiarism and libel by the falsely accused companies.
     As Desi continued to explain the importance of burning the manuscript, Desmond hung up on her as he realized that he was in deep trouble. He had to try and fix this, but unfortunately his book, "The Masquerade Crusade", was coming out in one month and the buzz was already going strong. Two weeks later, after talking to his ex-agent, his ex-publishing company, and avoiding reporters questions regarding the origins of his book, Desmond Lynnzee sat in the radio station.
     The host mentioned death threats and the controversial foreign intrigue and espionage surrounding the book because of it's impllications of government officials involved in blackmarket dealings and cover ups. Sources confirmed that Desi Lynnzee was the one who had researched the book contents not once, but twice and her findings were shared with the fellowship directors which proved she was going to write the nonficrion book.
     The author on the other hand was shown to be Desmond Lynnzee making all probable evidence of plagiarism point to Desmond who was going to try to sell a nonfictional piece of work as his own fictional manuscript. So the question was asked once again by the host to Desmond.
     "Mr. Lynnzee, who wrote this book knowing that it contained falsified information? You or your daughter Desi?" he asked as Desmond put his cup down and cleared his throat as he watched the Chief of police holding handcuffs, a FBI agent, the District Attorney, Desmond's lawyer, a few people from the radio station and Desi all watching him from the hallway through the glass wall.
     "Well my lawyer told me to take the fifth as not to incriminate myself, but as they say, there's always more to the story." Desmond chuckled in silence.

                                                                        The End

DJPM

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