Innocent, naïve, a country Pastors daughter caught up in a web of lies, deceit and betrayal. She loses control of her life slipping further into the abyss. Ultimately finds redemption.
Ray: The underworld thug who makes it happen while building power through blackmail and intimidation.
Chapter 1
-"I've no doubt he's a man of great vision, determined to achieve his goals and he hasn't shirked the hard yards, not at all.”-
"Mike, can you tell us what's happening down there? From all reports we understand that at one stage the situation was almost out of hand." Immediately the vision switching from the studio newsroom to a lone reporter, standing microphone in hand, surrounded by a massive crowd, a veritable sea of people.
"Well Wendy, I can tell you that out of necessity the gates opened earlier than originally scheduled. These long queues you can see behind me began forming early this afternoon and it truly has caught the event organizers right off guard. No one seems to have anticipated this magnitude of response. It's amazing to stand here and be an eyewitness to all that's happening."
"Tell us Mike, have you had a chance to speak with the organizers?"
"Yes Wendy I have, they expressed deep concerns. The decision to open the gates early has allowed people to enter the stadium in an orderly manner thereby avoiding potential control issues."
"Just how does it feel down there? Can you describe to us the mood of the people?"
"As I said earlier, it's an amazing spectacle. As the stadium fills the atmosphere can only be described as electric. The expectations are tense and filled with excitement. I've got to say that by the stretch of anyone's imagination this is not going to be an ordinary event. For those people that have endured the wait there is now the opportunity to take part in this special occasion. I have no doubt we are witnessing history in the making. This, in my view, promises to be exceptional.”
For just a few moments the vision continued in silence, words unnecessary. The camera remaining firmly focused on the people arriving in their droves. A coming together from every section of the community. All were congregating to hear just one man. This man who promised much, instilling in them a hope for the future.
"Thank you Mike, after this short break we'll return with further commentary from Laurie who is at present with us in the studio and is of course our own political analyst." The news broadcast switched to a commercial break without any further comment.
"Well Laurie what do you make of all this?" Wendy asked as the vision switched back to the newsroom.
"Thank you Wendy. To sum it up, there is a general feeling that for many years the people have been ruled by the politics of the wealthy, the powerful, the corrupt and the uncaring. This man has managed to instill a positive belief in the future and people want to catch a glimpse of him. All are seemingly anxious to hear him speak. In all my time as a political commentator I've not seen anything like it. You can see the arena is filled to capacity and still they're coming, many are standing in the aisles or hopelessly waiting around the outer boundaries. As Laurie was speaking the vision switched to the centre of the stadium, showing the immense stage, lit up brightly, emblazoned with logos and slogans. Huge multiple screens, all displaying his image along with other footage taken during the long campaign months. "I've no doubt he's a man of great vision, determined to achieve his goals and he hasn't shirked the hard yards, not at all. I can see he is a person of real substance, someone who has earned the right to be admired and trusted. The people have for so long wanted to believe and it seems there's a feeling they have finally found that man."
"Thank you Laurie. We will of course be showing an uninterrupted direct to air telecast of this evening’s event and it's something that viewers shouldn't miss. Right now though, we'll cross for the all-important details of tonight's weather forecast."
Chapter 2
- "Is this being taken care of?"
"Nothing you need to worry about sir. The wheels are already in motion." -
The daylight gave way to twilight, with all in readiness the proceedings commenced. A series of short speeches from prominent party officials paved the way for his entry. The public relations machine, the men and women who worked behind the scenes knew the only person anyone had any interest in hearing was the man himself. The PR machine had toiled diligently to ensure that the people would not be disappointed. The building up of the crowd, the enthusiasm and excitement gave them every reason to be confident that all of the long hours and hard work would pay off.
The formalities complete, Ken stood to address his audience. The crowd rose to its feet in unison whilst at the same time breaking out into wild applause to a point of pandemonium. The hand clapping accompanied by the stamping of feet, whistling and cheering, all of which continued on for some time, the noise deafening.
Standing at a little over six feet tall and with a natural athletic build, Ken was a handsome man. He possessed the rugged type of looks that most women found irresistible. His thick, dark brown hair with a touch of a curl always appeared slightly long but never untidy. An occasional locket would fall onto his forehead affording him a cheeky but innocent look. His muscular arms and broad shoulders all sitting atop a trim waist-line. Clothing fit him well, giving the appearance of being tailor made. Coupled to his good looks were charisma and warm charm, something he could turn on at will.
Regardless of any endeavor he undertook, he accepted nothing less than perfection, either of himself or those around him. The cost in any terms outweighed by the sweet tastes of success.
Always calm and collected he was rarely, if ever, unruffled by any situation. From the time of his childhood he had been a 'stand out', feeling comfortable and confident in any place or crowd, a fact that Ken himself knew all too well. He too, never failed to use this to his advantage whenever it suited his purposes.
Prior to his marriage to Cathy he had had many women, rarely seeing any one of them for more than a few weeks or perhaps some months. Amazingly, he did not consider himself a womanizer. He only saw these activities as taking advantage of an opportunity and nothing more. For a period after his marriage he had remained faithful to his wife. However as time passed and the opportunities kept presenting themselves he succumbed to the temptations. He felt no guilt whatsoever in this self-gratification.
Dressed in a dark suit, white shirt and red tie, he stood, lifting his arms high above his head victoriously, smiling and waving while he waited for calm. He soaked in the atmosphere, allowing the adrenaline to build up in his body.
He clearly understood that he would need to draw upon every resource he had within his conscious being. He could leave no stone unturned. Every word he spoke, every move he made must result in maximum impact. Anything less tonight and he would be failing himself and the party who placed so much trust and faith in him.
After much coercing from Ken, the audience finally settled and there was sufficient silence to enable him to commence his speech. Communicating to those gathered in the stadium and to those watching via the direct telecast or listening on the radio, the speech he himself had written. Despite the many attempts by his minders to make changes or to tone down his own strong beliefs he steadfastly refused. Tonight, this was the real Ken presenting himself to the public at large without any of the usual glossing over. No public relations machine, no minders and no imitations and certainly no apologies for being the man he was.
He would seek the approval of the people on his own terms. He must, once and for all, convince his fellow citizens that
