The Natural Leader

The Controller passed the agent waiting in the ante-room. He nodded and took the last slim folder the agent held, then proceeded into his office.

At his desk he flipped open the pages. Their target was young, quick witted, charismatic. She became the focus of any group she entered. People confided in her. Their troubles, their insights. She soaked up the worst experiences of the group and also their greatest wisdom. She was the arrow-head of any groups needs and wishes.

The Controller lifted his pen, then closed the file and went out of the office. He handed the file in silence to the agent as he swept past.

The agent opened the file for his instructions. A thick black line scored through the target’s name.

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Copyright 2015

RIP

Jackie Shackleton 1948-1979

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