Not much has ever been written about this young woman. She usually keeps to herself rather than socializes. Curling up on the sofa after finishing her work for the day is what makes her happy. She has the thrill of a lifetime working for the United States Government. Trivial things like boyfriends, clubs, dancing, and whatever else lost their luster.
Then again Deborah never was into that scene anyway. She would go out on dates, but she would always feel awkward. That wasn't her place. Dating never appealed to her because that's just... being social. Call her a recluse, call her whatever you want because it all slides off smooth and easy.
She doesn't sound very interesting does she? That's the intrigue for most men, they know something has to be there, so they explore, and they usually wind up in the hospital because of the old saying "wrong place, wrong time". Guys always think it's something that happened to her as a child. Her parents, an ex-boyfriend. But Deborah didn't have any boyfriends.
Deborah went alone to her senior prom, hung out with her best friend and even danced with her. Of course that started the lesbian rumors which made college a little more interesting, but again it never really bothered her. She was antisocial and just fine with it. She studied hard and always brought home a 4.0. She was not distracted by the petty things her classmates were.
She has trained her mind and her body to work as one. Meditation, yoga, and even martial arts were... are her hobbies. She may go out on a date, but she hardly ever does. To win this woman over, some say it is mission impossible. Deborah Blake is mentally a-sexual.
With that we find the young and beautiful Ms. Blake coming home after a long day's work, dropping her keys in the bowl on a table by the door, and pulling off her sweater so she is now walking around her apartment in a bra.
Walking into the kitchen she grabs a bottle of water and the remote which is sitting on the bar which has the sink and is what divides the kitchen and the living room. Deborah sets down the remote after turning on the news. She slowly opens her water and takes a drink.
She walks over to her phone, pressing play once she sees she has a message. Not many people call her. She has kind of been called a lost cause, so why bother? And work would call her cell phone.
Voice Mail: "Hey Deborah, it's Mike. You said we could meet for coffee and then you never showed...." *he sighs* "My friends tried to warn me you were closed off. I don't know why. I looked into your eyes and I thought there was something there and maybe there could have been between us. Anyway you have my number call if you thaw."
The machine asks her if she wants to save or delete after telling her she has no more new message. Deborah, without hesitation deletes the message. Deborah walks to her front door after hearing someone knocking. Deborah takes a look at the nearest clock to see what time it is. Deborah cracks a the drawer in the table next to the door before opening to see who is there.
Deborah Blake: "Yes, who is it?"
Man: "My car is broke down, I was wondering if I could use your phone maybe?"
Deborah looks at the man, a little paranoid because he isn't the the most stand up looking of men. Deborah goes to close the door, but the man slams his hand against it, forcing his way in then grabbing her by the throat. Deborah finds herself with her back against the wall as this man pulls a knife on her.
Man: "Okay, you are going to do exactly what I say and you are going to like every last minute of it. Do I make myself clear?"
In a matter of seconds this man is disarmed and laying there broken on her apartment floor, the knife not in his hand, but through it. Deborah sighs, running her hand over her forehead then over her hair as she has her other on her side.
Deborah Blake: "And they wonder why I don't like dating."
Deborah calls in the attempted rape/robbery attempt. And an hour later one of her friends from the office is there with her in her apartment, both sitting on the sofa, the television on but the volume low.
Deborah Blake: "Do you think Mr. Beausoleil would have sent him?"
Friend: "I don't think so. That would mean he was worried about your visit with him last week."
Deborah Blake: "Not necessarily, Tom. It just means he is trying to silence me to keep a situation from escalate."
Tom: "True. If that's the case then maybe we should have a few guys patrolling outside your door?"
Deborah shakes her head.
Deborah Blake: "No, I won't live in fear."
Tom: "Yes, but you have to live. I swear you took this job because it gave you an excuse not to get out there and take risks, Deb."
Deb sees the look of disappointment in her friend's eyes when he thinks about her cooped up in her apartment all alone.
Deborah Blake: "How happy are you Tom, with your wife and kids."
Tom looks deeply into Deb's eyes so she knows he is being truthful with her and not just feeding her a line to get her to socialize more.
Tom: "I am very happy. I don't know what I would do without them."
Deborah Blake: "Well that's what is right for you then. This might be what is right for me. Can't you just accept that?"
Tom looks down at the coffee table, letting out a sigh. Tom looks up at Deb.
Tom: "No. I wouldn't be your friend if I did."
Deborah laughs and it proves to be infectious because Tom does as well.
Deborah Blake: "Tell you what, I'll consider going to a club next week. Maybe I will take a trip to Europe and see what this world has to offer."
Tom: "It would do you some good, but don't wait until this Beausoleil Case is over because there is a chance it could never end."
Deborah Blake: "Oh I'll keep up with my work, but I would like to see Europe."
Tom: "Good, anyway you want me to stay over at least for tonight? The wife understands and actually recommended I do so."
Deborah Blake: "I like Jenny, she's sweet. But no, I should be fine."
Tom: "It would make her rest easy."
Deb rolls her eyes, but smiling.
Deborah Blake: "Fine... I will get some blankets from the closet and a pillow."
Tom: "I'll pull out the sofa."
Deborah gets up and gets a blanket and a pillow for her friend as he pulls out the sofa, flipping off the television. Deborah walks into the bedroom to get ready for bed, closing as well as locking the door.
