#An Accomplished Real Estate Professional

[reality-detective]

More on JD Vance 👇

There's a connection here and I haven't found it as of yet. 👇

Something else to think about 👇

More dots are being connected 👇

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What do they have in common? All things the cabal controls!

Yale Graduate and Wife of JD Vance, Usha Chilukuri?? A marriage made in Freemason Cabal Heaven. She worked in the Iraqi Refugee Assistance Project. She also worked as Law Clerk for both the Supreme Court and DING DING DING worked for Chief Justice Epstein Island regular customer, John Roberts and Brett Kavanaugh. Her voting History shows she has not VOTED in Hamilton County since 2022 and voted Democrat when she lived in Connecticut......I smell a Deep State fake Republican! 👇

Connected to the CIA 👇

CIA Pride👇

Q has even mentioned a JD Vance connection in a post 👇

Feel free to go down some rabbit holes because I am just about done with what appears to be another deep state clown 🤡 👇

Has a deal been made? Was he infiltrating the swamp? Is he going to be exposing more turds floating in the punchbowl? Do you think it is odd to see all these accomplishments at the age of 39?

Trump put ass clowns like this in the spotlight for a reason in the past... Is he doing it again? Trump keeps his friends close but he keeps his enemies closer. Remember we're at war, a mop-up situation... You Decide 🤔

[natrogersfics]

So It Goes... - A Romanogers Oneshot

Artwork by @faith2nyc Read on AO3 Never compromise your client. If there was ever a golden rule in private security that should not be bent, it’s this one. When it comes to the person you’re assigned to serve and protect, you are not to touch. You are not to get too close. And you are definitely not to wonder what her cherry-lacquered lips taste like.

Those are the rules, and the point of rules is to follow them. It’s a value that was instilled in Steve during his time in the Army, and it’s this same value he’s founded his company upon – a company he’s not only proud of, but also one that’s responsible for the livelihoods of dozens of employees. If only for that reason alone, he knows that he must remain steadfast. A professional.

As he enters the elevator, though, every reason he’s just ruminated on becomes that much more difficult to remember. Next to him, Natasha stands silently, looking every bit the sight that she is in a black silk dress and a crisp white coat draped over her shoulders. The doors whizz shut, and as the car begins to ascend to her penthouse, the familiar scent of her lavender perfume fills his senses, and he has to clench both his hands into fists to fight off every urge he has to reach out to her.

Natasha Romanoff is his job. Ensuring she’s safe and that she remains safe is his mission, and because of that, he can’t be thinking of her this way. And, more saliently, he can’t take any of the events this evening personally.

Only problem is, everything about this job has felt personal from the outset. He couldn’t explain it, but from the moment her parents had approached him, seeking his company’s services to protect their daughter from the stalker who had already evaded security once, deftly slipping past them to hold Natasha at knifepoint in the very elevator bank they were just standing in, all he’s ever thought about is never again. Never again would someone get the opportunity to harm her. Not if he had anything to do about it.

Then he met her. Just as he had done for every new client, he had done his research. As one of the children adopted by Alexei and Melina Shostakov, she was one of the heirs to Red Guardian Realty, the largest real estate conglomerate in the country. It didn’t come as a surprise that she had attended the most prestigious schools, graduating top of her class at university and adding accomplished ballerina on top of an already impressive resume. In his experience, when it came to dealing with society’s upper echelon, that merely came with the territory. What did catch his attention, though, was the fact that he couldn’t find much else. Unlike the rest of her siblings whose faces were plastered across the tabloids every week, details about Natasha’s personal life remained elusive. He had seen pictures of her, of course, mostly next to her parents at official events, but none of those quite did her justice – none of them quite capturing how captivating her smile actually is or how her presence could command the attention of an entire room despite her petite frame. And that’s not to mention her eyes, verdant as the forest in the Summer and bright as day. He wishes he could say it was something as rudimentary as instant attraction, but even that didn’t feel encompassing enough to describe the need he felt to protect her the second his eyes met hers.

And it’s what he’s done for the last three hundred and eighty-nine days since. For more than a year, he’s been by her side, getting to know her. Keeping her out of harm’s way. Uncovering the various layers of Natasha Romanoff – the woman, who despite growing up in extreme privilege and largesse, has never treated anyone as anything but her equal. Who would go out of her way in a heartbeat to take care of those she cared about.

The more he got to know her, the more personal his mission became. And as much as he hates to admit it, she’s become more than just his job. At the very least, he had come to see her as a friend. A confidant. He convinces himself that that’s why the events of tonight have felt so personal, the ire from what he had seen unfold slowly but surely clawing its way under his skin. That’s the thing about being by Natasha’s side as often as he is. It’s like getting a front row seat to everything that happens to her. Sometimes it’s as joyous as the children at the orphanage she frequents running into her arms the second she drops by for a visit. Other times, like tonight, it’s watching the unfair way she’s treated, and hearing the vile things spewed her way.

His thoughts are interrupted by a touch as light as a feather. He stills, looking forward at the reflection on the brushed metals doors to see that Natasha’s stepped closer to him, her fingers working to unclench his fist.

“Natasha,” he whispers, but whether it’s in warning or relief, he’s unsure. Luckily, he doesn’t have to linger on the question for too long as the elevator dings, signaling their arrival on her floor. He gestures to the doors as they slide open. “After you.”

This isn’t her. The thought rushes through Natasha as she leads Steve down the hall and to her suite. If there is one thing she didn’t do, it’s get involved with the people on her payroll. And that’s what Steve Rogers is – a person paid to keep her safe.

If only that were the whole truth.

In reality, he’s also the person she’s spent the most time with in the last year, his ever looming presence giving her the peace of mind she’s had to go without for longer than she cares to admit. Gone were the days of her looking over her shoulder, of her stomach feeling unsettled over the idea that there were unwanted eyes on her. Not that the scrutiny ever went away, of course. For as long as she can recall, that’s been part of her life. The unintended consequence of her privilege. Now, though, she could rest easy knowing that she also had Steve’s eyes, his sharp, watchful gaze looking out for her.

But it’s not only Steve’s presence that’s allowed her to revel in safety. She was still reeling from her brush with her stalker when her parents had hired Steve, and even with him shadowing her, she knew that if she was ever going to live without fear ever again, she needed to learn to defend herself. To never feel the helplessness she felt that night as that mad man pressed a blade to her skin. Her parents were less than thrilled with the idea (let Steve do his job, her mother had insisted), but much to her surprise, Steve was very much all in. And so began their weekly ritual. Every Wednesday after work, Steve would train her to fight, teaching her all the ways she could protect herself.

If she had to think of the moment she felt her relationship with Steve begin to shift, it was here. Maybe it was the late hour or the exhaustion from the day, but she found that Steve was more willing to let his guard down after those sessions. It’s as they were sitting on the mats, trying to catch their breath between sets at the gym, that she learned all the details about him that she’s grown to admire, like how big an influence his father was in his choice to join the Army. How much he missed his mom. What a little shit he could be with a quip.

Before she really knew it, Steve had become more than just her bodyguard. He had become her sounding board, and she trusted him implicitly – which was more than she could say about some people she called family.

Families were complicated, but hers was a little more so. Their parents had loved them fiercely, of that there was no doubt. But she and her siblings were all cut from different cloths, and after that fateful car crash that had suddenly taken their parents, the very glue that held them together, that couldn’t be more apparent. Those differences were on full display tonight at the first board meeting since their parents’ passing. Weeks of anticipation had ended with the board announcing that they had selected her to be the next CEO, her father’s successor. Her sisters were practically apathetic – Yelena shrugged, and while Antonia rolled her eyes, she said nothing more. Her brothers, though, were incandescent. Helmut had branded her a manipulative snake. But it was John who had the most to say, all but accusing her of sleeping her way into the position. Not that she was the least bit surprised. Of all her siblings, their relationship had always had the most friction. They had been adopted practically at the same time, at the same age, and knowingly or not, were pitted against each other for the same things. So when he had the audacity to level such accusations at her tonight, it hadn’t come as a shock.

What did come as a shock was Steve’s reaction. He was standing by the door of the conference room, but from her periphery, she caught the way his entire demeanor went rigid the second her brothers had voiced their outrage. On the car ride back to her building, he remained silent, only speaking into his ear piece to alert the rest of his team of their impending arrival. Otherwise, he gazed out the windshield pensively, his jaw set. The tension that had found its way to his shoulders had never subsided either, and she’s certain if she looked back at him now, she could still find it in his stance.

She couldn’t lie. The idea of this man, who she had come to know as the very epitome of composure and level-headedness, getting incensed on her behalf… it did things to her. While she prided herself in being a consummate professional, with Steve, she found that to be an arduous task. As anyone with a pulse and a pair of eyes could deduce, with his broad shoulders, strong arms, and blue eyes so intense it made you feel as though you were being swallowed whole by the ocean, Steve Rogers was a specimen. Couple that with the fact that she has never felt safer in someone’s presence than when she’s around his, and well. It’s no wonder that this man has been the star of her filthiest dreams for months.

As they near her door, she reaches for her keys in her coat pocket, letting her mind wander back to Steve’s reaction to her touch in the elevator mere moments ago. She bites her lip as she recalls the way he had said her name, as though he was at odds with himself, trying to keep himself together. She wonders how quick he would be to keep his composure if he knew every which way she has thought of his lips on hers, of his hands on her body, and his weight holding her down.

Lost in her thoughts, she doesn’t realize that her keys have slipped from her grasp until she sees a flash of movement as Steve reaches out in front of her, catching them in his palm. Not that she’s surprised. His eyes are never not on her, watching her, and though she knows he’s just doing his job, secretly, she savors it. When she finally looks up at him, the concern that’s been pooling in his eyes all night has somehow intensified, and she finds herself holding in a breath at their sudden proximity. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she says, but the tightness in his expression tells her he doesn’t quite believe her. She mumbles a thanks as she takes her keys back from him, and as they make it to her door, she waits. If all the nights he’s walked her to this very spot were anything to go by, this is where he leaves her. But as she pushes the key into the lock, he remains rooted in place, and a rush of excitement fills her chest as she opens the door to her suite.

He should turn around now. The idea gnaws away at him even as he nods at Bucky at the opposite end of the hall, officially passing the night shift onto his colleague. But even so, like a moth to a flame, he finds himself following Natasha inside.

“Thank you,” she says as they cross the threshold and he helps her shrug out of her coat. He nods in acknowledgement, stowing it away. “Can I pour you a drink?”

He looks to see that she’s made her way to the living room, glancing at him from over her shoulder as she stands by the credenza, one hand already on the decanter. “I’m still on the clock.”

“That’s what you always say,” she says cheekily, turning her attention back to the crystal before her. It could end here, he tells himself. He could bid her goodnight, turn around, and make his way back home the way he’s done every night. Instead, he pads forward still. “Besides, I saw James out there. As far as I’m concerned, you’re off duty.”

“Is that an order?” he asks as he comes to stand next to her, eyeing the two tumblers she now has in her hands.

The corner of her lips turns up in a sly grin. “It could be.”

He shakes his head, biting back a groan. “Natasha-”

“Please?”

The way she’s looking at him from underneath the fan of her darkened lashes is just not fair. The spark in her eyes is Goliath, and his self-restraint, what little remains of it anyway, is merely David. He sighs in concession. “One drink.”

“One drink,” she parrots, her expression lighting up in victory as she extends the other drink towards him. It wasn’t a secret to him that she’s fond of winning. What is novel is the effervescent feeling that rushes through him knowing he’s letting her, and it’s one he finds he could dangerously get addicted to. They clink glasses before taking a sip, and he relishes the familiar burn of liquor down his throat. “Besides,” she says a beat later, “if a nearly hundred year old scotch can’t turn that frown upside down, what will?” His lips press into a hard line at that, and he watches the way she tilts her head to the side. “Want to tell me what that’s about?”

He wants to. God knows the words have been hanging on the tip of his tongue the entire night, begging to be said. He so desperately wants to tell her that her brothers are low lives. That she deserves better. That it kills him that he couldn’t say or do anything in her defense because not only does she not need him to fight her battles, but also it’s simply not his place. This isn’t a discussion a bodyguard has with his client, which is why he settles for, “Your brothers are a piece of work.”

She hums in agreement. “You knew that, though.”

He did. Her brothers may have never had the audacity to speak to her the way they did tonight when their parents were still around, but the animosity has always been palpable from their backhanded comments to the outright callousness with which they viewed the situation with her stalker, practically ridiculing Natasha for needing round-the-clock security. The latter makes his blood boil – the idea that they think their sister’s safety is something to trivialize, and this time, he isn’t able to hold back. “I should’ve beat John to a pulp.”

The regret sets in the second the words leave his mouth, and he admonishes himself internally. His lips part to apologize, but before he can, Natasha chuckles. “Believe me, he isn’t worth the bruised knuckles or the assault charge.”

“Maybe I’d like to be the judge of that.”

“Such a man,” she says teasingly, taking another sip of her drink.

For the first time since they entered the conference room this evening, he feels his lips lifting into a little smile. If Natasha could find levity in the situation, shrug it off, surely he could, too. And perhaps it’s the liquid courage giving him the audacity to do so, but before he lets the subject go completely, he finds himself finally asking the one question that’s been eating away at him all night. “Natasha, why didn’t you say anything?”

She’s silent for a while, her eyes studying his face. What she’s searching for, he’s unsure. Nevertheless, he holds her gaze, waiting, because none of the events tonight made sense to him. He’s been with her in countless meetings this year, some of which have bordered on incendiary, and while she’s not one to be prone to an outburst, she also doesn’t turn the other cheek the way she did in front of her family tonight.

Eventually, Natasha shrugs. “Because there’s no point.”

“No point?” he asks. “Natasha, I don’t understand.” He’s overstepping now, he knows, but the words slip from his lips just the same. “They shouldn’t be able to speak about you that way! None of what they said is true. The board chose you because you earned it. You submitted the best proposal to take the company forward, not them! And they have the audacity-”

“What choice do I have, Steve?” Natasha interrupts, and for a moment, he can only stand there, frozen, taken aback by her question. As she stares at him, the playful mood she’s been intent on upholding dissipates, and she sighs. “I know none of what my brothers say or think about me is true, but what choice do I have but to take it?”

His brows furrow in confusion. “Natasha, you’re allowed to defend yourself.”

“I wish that were true,” she says, smiling ruefully. “I want this job because I care about continuing my parents’ legacy. But the board?” The resentment in her tone is clear as day she adds, “all they care about is making it seem like there was a clear succession plan so our stock price doesn’t dip.” Her shoulders lift as she scoffs. “If I react… If I so much as show them that my brothers get under my skin, I’m too emotional. Too soft to run this company. But if I respond in kind… I’m a bitch that’ll run it to the ground out of spite.” She shakes her head. “Much as I’d like to wipe that smug look off John’s face, I have to play the long game.”

“Natasha…” he says, placing his drink down on the credenza. He’s been so lost in his anger tonight that he forgot, momentarily, that the stakes are, and have always been, different for her. It wasn’t fair, but the bar for her has always been higher, the fall from the top always steeper. It’s why she’s careful to keep as much of her private life out of the press. Why she meticulously plans her every move, demanding perfection of herself even as her siblings – her brothers, especially – are given seemingly endless leeway for their transgressions. He steps closer to her, putting a hand on her arm. “I’m sorry. I can’t imagine how exhausting it must be.”

Her eyes go from the hand he has on her arm to his face. “It is,” she says, agreeing to the sentiment without any specifics. Somehow, that pulls even more at his heart strings. Because it’s all of it, all the time, he realizes.

He sighs. “I wish-”

He doesn’t get to finish his thought as she pushes on the tips of her toes, pressing her lips to his. The kiss is soft, sweet, tender. She pulls away a moment too soon, but not soon enough for him not to catch a taste of the heady mix that’s her lipstick, the scotch, and something uniquely Natasha.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha says a beat later when the silence between them lingers. “I thought-”

A growl rips from the back of his throat, and before he can stop himself, his hands come up to cup her face as he pulls her into a searing kiss. The tumbler in hand falls from her grasp, hitting the ground and shattering into a million pieces by their feet, but neither of them pay it any mind as he backs them towards the nearest wall.

“I want you,” he confesses, exhaling deeply as he leans his forehead against hers, “so much I can barely think straight. Barely breathe.”

Her hands wrap around him, pulling him closer. “It’s the same for me.”

“Fuck,” the curse falls unbidden from his lips as he hears her confirm their mutual longing. As absurd as it seems at this moment, he could still put a stop to all this. They’re both toeing the line, but with one step back, he still could pull them away from it. Go back to what they were, what they ought to be. Client and bodyguard. Business associates. Friends. He could tell himself that what they’re doing is wrong, verboten. But as he looks down at her, he finds that he can’t. He doesn’t want to. Because there is nothing, absolutely nothing, that feels wrong about having Natasha Romanoff in his arms. Whatever line there is, he’s sprinting well and truly past it.

“What do you want me to do, Nat?” There’s a part of him that already knows the answer. Even so, he wants – needs – to hear her say it.

Her eyes twinkle, and her response is the gush of wind that sends the house of cards that’s his restraint crumbling. “Kiss me.”

With that, he finds her lips again, kissing her passionately as if one kiss could make up for months and months of not having her. He doesn’t hold back, and based on the way she gasps, her hands finding purchase on his arms, squeezing tightly, he suspects that she doesn’t want him to. It’s when he takes her hands, pinning them above her head with his own as his lips find their way down to her neck that she cries out, voicing her approval when he pushes his pelvis flush against her, letting her feel the effect she has on him.

“Been wanting this for so long,” she says, and when he looks back up at her, her eyes are dazed as she tries to catch her breath.

He lowers one hand to her face, running his thumb over her cheek as he, too, forces air into his lungs. “Yeah?”

She nods, swallowing hard. “Every night when you go home, I keep thinking you’ll come back. Bring me to bed.”

His hands slide down to her waist, digging into the silk of her dress. “Then what do I do, Nat?”

“You take me hard and dirty,” she says without an ounce of hesitation. “So much that every time I move, all I can think about is you.”

He groans her name, stealing the breath right out of her lungs with another bruising kiss. “You’re all I think about when I come home, too.” He trails his lips up her jaw, to the shell of her ear to whisper, “I spread you out on my bed, kiss every inch of your skin until you’re begging me to let you come.” His words elicit a moan from her, and he feels her nails dig into his biceps through the material of his button up. “I’ll take you any way you want me to, Nat. Hard, dirty, rough… All you have to do is tell me.”

She shudders in his hold, and he pulls away just enough to see her expression drunk with unadulterated lust. There’s a mischievous glint in her eye as she contemplates the possibilities. “I don’t want to think. I just want to feel.” She brings her arms up, wrapping it around his neck. “Tell me how I want to be fucked, Steve.”

Months of wanting, months of wondering… They’ve all led to this very moment, and as she looks out into the expanse of the room, illuminated only by the glow of the skyline filtering in from the panel of floor-to-ceiling windows right across, she feels her heart race in anticipation.

“Quite the view you’ve chosen here,” she says, her voice sounding breathier than usual even to her own ears. She wasn’t sure where they were headed when Steve had scooped her up into his arms, and in all honesty, she didn’t quite care. But the second he had crossed the hall into her office, it’s as if a fresh wave of desire shot straight through her veins.

“Hadn’t noticed,” Steve says from where he stands behind her, crowding her against the desk. His hands find the thin straps of her dress, and she can’t help the shiver that runs down her spine when he pushes them off her shoulders.

“Why are we here, Steve?” she finds herself asking, sucking in a breath as he begins to pull on her zipper. As it reaches the end, the garment slinks down her body, the material shimmering in the dark in a pool by her feet. He mutters a curse under his breath, and feeling emboldened, she turns around. The first thing she notices is that he’s shed his suit jacket, draped it on the back of her chair, but she can only glance at it fleetingly because the second she looks at his face, her stomach flutters. His typically bright eyes have gone dark, the hunger evident in them as he takes in the sight of her standing before him in nothing but a lacy black thong and heels. “You know, if you keep staring at me like that, I’m going to start feeling a tad obscene.”

“You don’t stare at a work of art,” he counters. “You admire it.” Heat rushes to her cheeks, and inwardly, she marvels at the irony. Here she is, standing before this man in nearly nothing, and somehow, it’s his words that have her blushing. She bites back a smile, trying to busy herself by stepping out of her heels when she feels his fingers encircle her wrist. There’s a devious glint in his eyes when she looks up. “Leave them on.”

She arches a brow in intrigue, but doesn’t question the request. “You still haven’t answered my question.”

The grin that creeps onto his lips is trouble personified, and she finds herself holding her breath as he steps forward, erasing what little distance was left between them. “You told me to tell you how you want to be fucked,” he says, reaching for her waist and making her gasp as he hoists her up onto her desk as if she weighs nothing. He nudges her knees apart, standing between her legs and whispering down into her ear. “You want it hard, Nat.” She bites her lip, goosebumps prickling her skin as his breath dances across it, and she’s so entranced by his words that she doesn’t even realize he’s pulled on the pin of her bun until it comes loose at the base of her neck, her hair cascading down her back like a crimson waterfall. “You want it so rough you’ll feel me for days.” Her eyes fall shut when he leans down to press a kiss to her pulse, and as his other hand trails up, cupping her breast and making her nipple pebble underneath his ministrations, she can only throw her head back. “And I think you might even want it to hurt a little.”

He tugs on her nipple, making her gasp, and instantly, she feels herself grow wetter between her legs. “God, yes.”

“Is that what you want?”

She leans further into his touch. “That’s exactly what I want.”

He smiles against her skin. “And that’s what you’ll get,” he promises. “But first, I think you want me to spread you out on this desk…” He pulls away enough to look at her, tucking a tendril of hair behind her ear with his free hand. The gesture is so tender, the complete and polar opposite of what he’s promising to do to her right now, that it makes her head spin. “Eat you out right where you spend your days telling people what to do, making all those important decisions… Tease you with my mouth until you’re out of your mind.” She sucks in a gasp. “How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” she manages to heave out. “That sounds perfect.”

“Then lean back, Nat.”

She does as commanded, moving her palms behind her and watching him take a step back, his eyes never once breaking contact with hers while unbuttons the cuffs on his shirt. As he rolls his sleeves up his forearms, it occurs to her that while she’s all but laid out bare before him, he’s still fully dressed. But even with this imbalance, something about the way his licentious gaze trails up her body, taking her in, makes her feel desired in a way she’s never felt before.

It’s when he slides a hand down the flat of her belly, reaching the lace of her thong and ripping the delicate material away with one flick of his wrist that she feels her sex pulse. “Oh, God.”

“Do you know what it does to me?” he asks as he settles down on her chair. “Knowing that I’ve seen you at this desk, taking all those meetings… Making all those calls.” He hikes her legs up, setting her heels at the edge of her desk and licking his lips at the sight of her arousal glistening between her thighs. “In these shoes.” When he dusts a kiss just above where the strap rests on her ankle, the soft hair of his beard brushing against her skin, she can only whimper knowing his mouth is so close yet still so far from where she’s aching to feel him. “And now here you are, so wet for me…” He brushes a finger teasingly at her entrance, her vision blurring when she hears him groan. “Aching to be touched.”

There’s a part of her that wishes he would tell her. Tell her every single detail of the effect she has on him, to know that he’s as desperate for her touch as she is for his. But then he’s pushing in, her body taking him without any resistance. “Steve,” she whines, her gaze falling between her legs, watching every movement of his hand. For a moment, it’s as though she can’t breathe, too lost in her own pleasure and too mesmerized by seeing everything as it happens to her. Her hips cant upwards when he adds another finger. “Oh.”

He looks up at her, and his voice is tight as he speaks, as though he’s feeling just as inebriated with desire as she is right now. “Good, baby?”

When she mewls out another yes, he dips his head between her legs, his lips grazing her heat, and with his hands and mouth working her in tandem, she falls back on the desk, her arms no longer able to hold her up. Her hands fly to his hair, pulling, needing something, anything, to keep her from drowning in this ecstasy. She’s so turned on beyond words, that when he licks a broad stripe up her center, all she can do is cry out his name. Of all the nights she had fantasized about this, none of them could hold a candle to the pleasure she feels right now. The way he teases her, licking tantalizingly at her folds and sucking at her bundle of nerves until she’s just there, only to pull away before she crests… It’s deliriously good, a high she’s fast becoming hooked on.

“You look so good like this, Nat,” Steve says, easing his mouth off her to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh even as he continues to work her with his fingers. “Look at you, just begging to fall apart.”

“Steve,” she begins to say, only for her words to be replaced by a moan when he nips at the flesh of her inner thigh, the little sting of pain making her back bow off the mahogany. “Yes, yes, yes.”

“Come for me, Nat,” he says, bringing his mouth back to her center, his lips finding her bundle of nerves. She arches against his face, seeking out more contact, more everything, and as white-hot pleasure permeates throughout her every nerve ending, she finds exactly what she’s been craving. All of her worries, her laundry list of things to do… they all fade into nothing, and all she can think about is the heat unfurling low in her stomach, building. Rising.

“No!” She whimpers when Steve pulls his fingers out, tears nearly stinging her eyes as her walls flutter around nothing. Vaguely, she’s aware of him shushing her gently, of his hand moving lower, and then even lower still. “Oh, my God,” she gasps when she feels his finger at her other entrance, teasing. She tenses – unsure of how far he’ll take this, how far she’ll let him. But before she can give it more thought, her body answers for her, a long, needy moan escaping from her lips as his tongue flicks at her clit and his finger presses in. And then her body is trembling, her orgasm washing over her like waves crashing violently to shore.

She’s not sure how long she revels in bliss. Seconds, maybe, but with the intensity of the aftershocks, it feels like an eternity. It takes her a moment, but eventually, she recognizes the telltale sound of a zipper being pulled. Her eyes flutter open, and with what strength she still has, she sits up just as Steve brings a hand to his length, stroking.

Her mouth falls open, and despite the earth-shattering climax he’s just wringed out of her, she feels her nipples already tightening at the sight before her. She’s not entirely certain how her body could still crave more, but as she watches Steve’s hand shuttle up and down his hardness, his gaze trained on her and only her, it does. The scene playing out before her feels like a cut straight out of her dirtiest fantasy, and she couldn’t look away if she tried.

It’s when Steve’s hand slows at the head, his thumb gathering the bead of liquid, that their eyes meet. He’s always been adept at anticipating her needs, and when it comes to her base desires, it seems it’s no different. He brings his thumb to her mouth, slowly sliding his arousal over her lip, and as the salty taste of him hits her tongue, she moans, taking his hand between both of hers and drawing him all the way in.

“Christ, Nat,” Steve says, groaning when she nips at the skin of his thumb only to soothe it over with her tongue, sucking. She’s lost count of the number of nights she’s spent wondering what he tastes like, and now that she knows, she's ravenous with how much she wants more. With a pained groan, Steve pulls his hand away, his lips finding hers before she can so much as blink. The kiss is intoxicating – tasting of her, of him, of them. By the time they separate, she’s practically writhing, the heat between her legs once again unbearable. “Going to bend you over this desk now.”

With a smile, she slides off, stands, and turns. Behind her, she can hear the tearing of foil as he pulls out a condom and rolls it on, and then his hand is between her shoulder blades, pushing her down. She rests her cheek against the wood, and as he presses against her entrance, she cries out in need. In need of the rightness of this very moment. The covetousness. The tabooness of them, together, as Steve widens her stance, spreads her open, and sinks right into her in a single thrust. Her name falls from his lips, his tone gravelly. Intoxicated. She feels it just the same, her nails scratching at the wood as he bottoms out.

Steve curls his body over hers, and as he sets a rhythm with his hips that’s as delectable as it is punishing, she lets her eyes fall shut, the glow of Manhattan below them disappearing as she loses herself in the sensation. The sensation of finally having the man she’s been fantasizing over, of him buried deep inside of her, of him letting her indulge in her wildest desires right in her office, not a single soul knowing what they’re up to.

His lips pepper every inch of her skin that he can find, every kiss like another one of their dirty little secrets that she’ll keep. He’s not the least bit gentle, and when he slides his hands around her, cupping her breasts, she yelps when he pinches at her nipples.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, because even when he’s doing exactly as she’s asked, she knows him, knows he could never live with himself if he hurt her.

“It’s not,” she assures him, letting out another whimper when he repeats the motion and she basks in the sharp tingle that follows. “It’s so good. So fucking good.”

Her moans fall freely now, if not a little muffled by the desk, but she couldn't care less. As she tethers between pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain, the seesaw of sensations is like gasoline slowly but surely dripping into the fire of her lust.

“What do you need, Nat?” Steve asks not a moment too soon, sensing her longing before she does in that uncanny way only he can.

She wishes she knew. She can feel the pleasure coiling at her spine, threatening to burst over her, and yet it’s as though she’s searching for that little extra spark to set her ablaze – a spark that she hadn’t even known she wanted, much less needed, until Steve had shown her tonight. As the frustration of tethering on the edge begins to set in, she whimpers. “Steve,” she breathes out, moaning at a particularly delicious thrust of his hips. “More.”

In her haze, she doesn’t quite catch what Steve murmurs in response, feeling only the kiss he presses to her cheek as his hands let go of her breasts, traveling down her sides, until they’re past her waist.

“Ah!” she cries out when his palm collides with her backside, the sound reverberating across the room. The burn dissolves into pleasure, and she keens. “Again,” she says, hearing Steve growl in response, hips driving deeper into her as he raises his palm and swats her once more. “Oh, just like that.”

He obliges her request, once, twice. And then another time, until soon, all the sensations brew into one outrageous storm, and as Steve reaches around her and down to where they’re joined, circling her bundle of nerves, it breaks. With a litany of incoherent sounds falling from her mouth, she falls apart, taking Steve right down the edge with her.

Just once. That’s what he had told himself when he decided to throw caution to the wind and kiss Natasha senseless. When he slipped that dress off her body, hoisted her up on that desk. One time to get her out of his system. One time to make him stop wondering.

But now that he knows what it’s like to have her in his arms, knows what she sounds like just as she’s on the brink of falling apart, he doesn’t think he can ever get enough.

He should leave, put as much distance between him and the temptation that is Natasha Romanoff. But as he pulls his pants up and disposes of the condom, he finds that he can’t just yet. “Come on, gorgeous,” he says as he lifts her into his arms, mindful of her pinkened skin. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

A sated sigh slips from her lips as she settles against his chest. He pads out of her office, making his way to the other side of her suite enroute to her bedroom and right into the ensuite bathroom. When he reaches the large soaking tub, he sets her on the ledge, watching as she winces. He frowns. “I told you to tell me if it was too much.”

“It wasn’t,” she says firmly as he turns on the tap, adjusting the temperature. She leans forward, running her hand under the running water. A smile breaks out on her face. “Just how I like it.”

“I know.”

“I’m not going to lie,” she says, yawning. “I think I might just doze off.”

“I’ll turn this off,” he says, already reaching to shut the water. “The last thing we want is for you to drown in your own tub.”

“No!” she says, her lower lip jutting out in a pout, effectively stopping him in his tracks. “You know I can’t turn down a good bubble bath.”

“That I also know,” he says softly, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from smiling. He shouldn’t feel such joy at knowing these things about her. In fact, he shouldn’t even have all these little details in his brain, like the fact that she loves daisies and that her guilty pleasure is watermelon-flavored Sour Patch Kids, so much so that she always keeps an emergency stash of them in the bottom drawer of her desk. Or the fact that she got her love of candy from her mom, who would always have a pack in her bag ready for them to share. It’s also why she makes sure to carry some with her when she goes to visit the kids, sneaking them treats even though she knows the staff at the orphanage frowns upon the sugary delights.

But that was Natasha. Ever caring, ever kind-hearted. Always trying to do good with the privilege bestowed upon her.

There isn’t a goddamn thing that he doesn’t like about this woman, he realizes. Mind, soul, and now body – it attracts him all.

Which is why he shouldn’t be privy to all these things about her. None of it has to do with him doing his job. With keeping her safe.

He has to leave.

“Steve.” Natasha’s voice breaks him out of his reverie, and when he looks at her, he finds her brows furrowed in concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he says, shaking his head. “I’m okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“All good,” he assures her. He wishes he could give her more than a few words, but he doesn’t trust himself not to crack open now, to confess to her that the absolute last thing he wants to do is leave.

“Well, then…” she begins, a sheepish expression suddenly painting her features. “Do you mind stepping out for a bit while I use the little girl’s room?” Despite his thoughts being at war, he finds that he can’t help but chuckle at her request. She gasps, shoving his arm even as she tries desperately not to crack a smile. “Don’t laugh! Everyone pees.”

“Really? I never knew,” he quips, prompting her to roll her eyes.

“You just fucked me into oblivion,” she adds. “Peeing is not optional.”

He arches a brow at her. “You’ll say things like that, but God forbid I watch you pee?”

“A little mystery never killed anybody.”

He shakes his head. “I can just go.”

“No,” she says, reaching out to catch his arm again. “I only need a minute.” She looks up at him, eyes wide. “Come back, please.”

He’s not sure if it’s the please she added at the end of her request or the vulnerability in her eyes as she said it, but either way, it renders any thoughts he had of walking out of her front door right now moot. With a nod, he makes his way out of her bathroom, leaving the door just ajar.

As he waits, he paces her bedroom, his hand rubbing at the back of his neck. He stops by her windowsill, looking out into the glimmering city. Below, he finds the crowds still bustling, going about their night, the image only serving to highlight his current solitude. Here he is, standing atop one of the tallest skyscrapers in town, alone in the bedroom of the woman he’s just slept with. A woman who also happens to be his client, his assignment. A woman he had no business touching, much less having.

He leans his forehead against the glass, sighing. It’s when he finds himself at a crossroads like this that he truly missed his mom the most. What he would give to be able to pick up the phone and give her a ring again. But even though that’s no longer a possibility, he still knows what she would tell him – the only answer she deemed right and universal to every predicament.

When in doubt, do the right thing.

Guilt washes over him from the top of his head down to his toes. If there’s one thing that’s crystallized for him tonight, it’s that being with Natasha impaired his judgment, and that’s just not something he could afford, given his job. The very same job that not only requires him to make decisions on the fly, but that also demands that he make the right ones. Mistakes didn’t come cheap in his field. At best, they led to injury. At worst, they were fatal. The last thought brings a chill down his spine, and he reminds himself of the file he has in his office, the very same file Alexei had brought to him way back when, filled with stolen pictures of Natasha that the maniac had coveted, and letters that he had written to her. The endless reports that detailed every which way that poor excuse of a human being used to subvert security. He reminds himself that if not for that one detective who had gotten there in time, he may never have gotten the chance to meet Natasha.

He implores himself to remember all of that. To sear into his memory what was at stake if he chooses to be selfish right now, and what the consequences could be. With that, he moves away from the window, rapping softly on the frame of the open door.

“All clear!”

Given the clearance, he walks in, and the sight that greets him has him cursing under his breath for the umpteenth time this evening. In the tub, Natasha sits surrounded by bubbles, her hair piled high up in a bun.

“Hi,” she says, her tone soft and her face all but glowing. She pats the space he had set her down on not long ago. “Come sit.” His only response is to nod, making his way over to her to perch on the marble ledge. “We should talk.”

“We should,” he says, resisting the urge to push the strands of hair that have fallen loose from her bun away from her face.

“I can tell you’re wound up, Steve,” she says.

His lips quirk up slightly. “Isn’t that what I usually tell you?”

She cracks a smile, but it lasts but a second as she reaches for his hand. “You regret this.”

“What? Natasha, no,” he says, shaking his head. “Never. Don’t you ever think that.”

She bites her lip. “Really?”

“Of course,” he says without skipping a beat, his hand reaching to cup her face. “Being with you was a dream come true.”

She sighs, relief washing over her face as she leans into his touch. “It was a dream come true for me, too.”

“It was incredible,” he adds, swallowing the tightness that’s suddenly formed in his throat. “I could never regret it.” He sighs, dreading his next words. But he has to say them. Has to be honest. “But, Nat, it can’t happen again.” The sadness that fills her eyes is a dagger straight to his heart, but he soldiers on. Do the right thing, he reminds himself. “My head isn’t clear when I’m with you, and I need it to be in order to do my job. I can’t let anything happen to you.”

“You would never let anything happen to me.”

The way she says it, with so much trust and certainty, floors him. And it’s this, the amount of faith she has in him and in his ability to keep her out of harm’s way, that gives him the strength to remain steadfast. “And it’s going to stay that way,” he promises. “You haven’t a clue what it would do to me if something happened to you.”

“Tell me,” she says, eyes imploring.

He shakes his head, his mind refusing to entertain the possibility. “It’s not going to happen.”

She reaches for the hand he has on her face, clasping it between her own. “Having you by my side this last year… I’ve never felt safer.”

“Good,” he says, allowing his lips to pull up in a little smile. “I’m glad.”

Easily, if not a little too easily, they slip into conversation as if it’s the end of just another night for them at the gym. She talks about the plans she’s made for the upcoming bachelor party of her best friend, and they both laugh at how ridiculous some of the decorations she’s ordered are going to turn out. In turn, he gives her his assessment of what he thinks is blooming between the doorman and the receptionist in her building.

“You suspected there was something going on between those two and you’re only telling me now?” she says, narrowing her eyes at him. “You know I’ve been trying to play matchmaker for weeks!”

“I needed to make sure my intel was- hey!” he exclaims, barely dodging the water she splashes his way. As she sticks her tongue out at him, he glares at her witheringly.

“Serves you right for withholding information,” she says, only to gasp when he suddenly retaliates. “Rogers!”

The image of her cheek and shoulder marred by bubbles causes him to burst out in laughter. “I’m sorry!” he says, and despite her best effort, she too begins laughing. “Here, let me help you.”

“You better,” she mutters, and he rolls his lips to prevent another laugh from slipping.

He reaches forward, gingerly wiping away the suds from her cheek with the back of his hand, doing the same with the ones on her shoulder. “Your skin is so soft.”

“It’s all the bath oils,” she says, taking his hand. “You should try them sometime.” She scoops some water into her palm to pour it over his, massaging his fingers. “Or, better yet… you could come join me.”

As she looks at him, she bites her lip, and he can only groan. “You, Natasha Romanoff, are trouble.” Her only response is to shrug, and it takes every bit of restraint he has left in his body to not lean in and kiss that little smirk off her lips. Focus. “That… person. He could have easily harmed you, and all he got was a measly six months of jail time.”

“And he hasn’t sniffed this place since,” she points out. “You’re exceptional at your job, Steve. As is your team. I haven’t even gotten so much as a suspicious letter.”

“And that’s how it’s going to remain,” he says, adamant.

She huffs out a breath that’s long and winded. “You’re really not going to touch me again, are you?”

He shakes his head no, smiling sadly as his response elicits another disappointed sigh from her. He lifts their joined hands, bringing it up to press a kiss to the back of hers. “But know, in my dreams, I have you every night.” She throws her head back, groaning, and he chuckles. “I should go.”

“Yeah,” she says, tilting her head playfully to the side. “You keep saying that.”

He grins. “Can I get you a towel?”

“Please.”

He stands to retrieve a towel from the rack, grabbing the fluffiest one, and when he returns to her, he finds that smile playing on her lips again. “What?”

“Well, if you’re going to leave, I guess you better turn around.”

It shouldn’t be that hard to do. But when all he wants is to wrap this towel around her, pull her in, and carry her to bed, the effort feels Herculean. He chuckles, setting the cloth down by the ledge before making his way out. “Goodnight, Natasha.”

“Goodnight, Steve,” she says, and though he couldn’t see her face, the amusement in her tone is all the confirmation he needs to know that she hasn’t wiped that smirk off her face. “See you tomorrow.”

Read Part 2: Blinding Lights here

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#9 Modern Family

Plot: A big family of parents, kids, grandkids, uncles and mixed up generations live their lives in modern Los Angeles. The soft alpha-male Jay is in his 60's and remarried to young hot Colombian Gloria and lives in a big house with her son Manny (and later on, also their mutual son Joe). His daughter Claire, a friend of order and housewife (at first), is married to excentric real estate agent Phil and they have three kids; the not so booksmart Haley, the extremely booksmart Alex and the clumsy Luke. Jay's son, neatfreak lawyer Mitchell lives with his partner (and later husband), the flamboyant football coach Cameron and their daughter; the snarky but smart Lily. Together they tackle the challenges of overbridgeing generational differences, growing up, moving out, dealing with losses and gains. But, they'll always have each other.

Years: 2009-2020

Seasons: 11

My story: Like many other series I started to watch this seriously when I got into Netflix in the mid 2010's. The broad variety of characters and their everyday challenges spoke to me and I loved watching them grow up and develop over the years.

Teachable moments: Family relationships might be the hardest ones we have to deal with, they're there, weither we like it or not. We can say goodbye, we can split up and create chosen families instead. But this series shows how differences can come together and strengthen each other, how a family that seems vastly different can be the most important support for each other.

Best character: Haley does an interesting journey through the seasons. From being just a stupid shallow high schooler and college dropout, she becomes succesfull in her professional life aswell as a loving mother of twins. I like how the writers made us see that theres more to her than meets the eye, and that there are different ways to make it in this world.

Best episode: "Disneyland" (S3E22). Who doesn't love a trip to Disneyland? The family is dealing with the challenges of being on the happiest, and most crowded place on earth. Supporting each other, with and without ulterior motives, and two girls gets new pairs of shoes.

Best quote: "Every time anyone accomplishes anything, they achieve it with the help of a thousand silent heroes." (Alex)

Fun fact: Sofía Vergara, who plays Gloria Delgado-Pritchett, was surprised to hear Ed O'Neill's voice the first time they met. When she grew up in Colombia in the 70's she used to watch dubbed versions of his hit show "Married with kids" and therefore had only seen him "speak in spanish".

If you like this you might also like: New Girl, Black-ish, Fresh of the boat and Fuller House.

[rinwellisathing]

Papa Bhaal's House of Horrors teaser

This is a slasher/rural horror AU for BG 3, which follows a group of killers in the style of Texas Chainsaw Massacre, House of 1,000 Corpses(and its sequels) as well as just a general gritty horror vibe. It takes place in the Faerun equivalent of the late 70's, early 80's, ages are all done in human terms for our purposes, just consider them equivalent, and our cast is as follows:

The Killers: Bhaalists: Sentry Ojeda- 19 years old, a Tiefling, The second youngest of the Bhaal cult, an artist as well as a bit of a honey trap. Currently infatuated with the family's business associate Enver Gortash. Orin The Red- 13 years old, a Changeling, the youngest of the Bhaal cult, looks up to her big brother Sentry and loves working on art projects with him. Great at pretending to be a distressed child in danger. Tomi Kisaragi- 26 years old, a fey creature in the form of an elf, likes to play home maker and lull visitors into a false sense of security. Has a very unique gardening project. Jackal Silk- 25 years old, Drow, an accomplished tracker, hunter, woodsman, and mechanic. Pretends to be a savior on the road or in the wilderness for passing travelers all while isolating them further. Also an asshole. Gary Stormscale- 30 years old, a dragonborn, the eldest Bhaalist 'sibling' so to speak and usually the one in charge when Sarevok isn't around. Mainly cares for Sentry and Orin, generally considering the others old enough to take care of themselves. Appears to be the most calm and rational, but horrifying when in one of his dark moods. Gabrael Grimmaldi- 29 years old, a Tiefling, the care taker and motherly older sibling out of the group. She is protective of Sentry and Orin to a point of mania, also the most physically powerful sibling. Mostly keeps to herself. Sarevok Anchev- 50 years old, a human, presents himself as the patriarch of the family, taking on the mantle of 'Papa Bhaal' while the true father sleeps beneath the house until such a time there have been enough sacrifices to wake him. Ominous and imposing, he is still capable of pretending to be a gracious host to lure in travelers. Sceleritas Fel- ???, a fiend sent to serve the family by Papa Bhaal himself. Currently Sentry's attendant as Sentry is sort of the family's face while out and about, Fel tends to dote on his main charge and is excellent at hiding and destroying evidence. The Banites: Enver Gortash, Attorney At Law- 35 years old, a human, A sleazy lawyer and business man from the big city who has set up in Moonrise County and brokered a deal between the Bhaalists and the Myrkulites. While they're focused on their rituals and traditions, Gortash's aim in all of this is real estate and getting rid of political rivals using the two cults. That being said, he does have a soft spot for Sentry. Seraph 'Serf' Holms- 30 years old, a half-orc, Enver's enforcer and body guard. Not particularly bright or ambitious, but believes in whatever it is Enver told him they're doing. Valda Everett- 27 years old, a tiefling, Enver's personal assistant. She is professional, prim, and deadly. Valda comes from a well respected family back in the city and is a highly dedicated Banite and model employee. The Myrkulites: Judge Ketheric Thorm- 65 years old, a half elf, The local judge of Moonrise County and hiding some deadly secrets in the local graveyard. A grim and dour man who gives off a very unsettling vibe when travelers encounter him. Sheriff Z'rell- 35 years old, a half orc, the law around Moonrise County. A very popular woman at the local dive bar, but despite her attractive appearance and forward flirtations, there is a sense of danger that comes from any encounter with her, be it business or pleasure. Coroner Balthazar- ???, Undead, the mysterious County Coroner, always masked up and dressed fully in heavy lab gear. He is seldom seen anywhere but the local morgue or the graveyard.

The Survivors: The Locals: Alfira- 25 years old, a tiefling, the local radio DJ who doesn't believe all the murder cult stories that are going around until she finds herself caught up in their games. Lakrissa- 25 years old, a tiefling, Alfira's partner, loves the idea of a murder cult and gets excited at the idea of discovering what's really going on in Moonrise County. Highway Patroller Zevlor- 50 years old, a tiefling, a former investigator and government agent who left his position in disgrace after failing to expose a corrupt official back in Elturel. Now he is determined to make up for his mistake by exposing whatever is going on in Moonrise County. Rolan- 20 years old, a tiefling, has a shitty job at the local pawn shop/book store with an ass hole boss he can't stand, but he needs the work to support his younger siblings. A friend of Sentry's from their school days. Karlach Cliffgate- 25 years old, a tiefling, used to work for Gortash before he set her up to take a fall for him, currently hiding out in the closed down diner, planning revenge. The Travelers: Wyll Ravengard- 24 years old, a human, returning home to settle his late father's estate and fix up the old house so he and his fiancee can settle in Baldur's Gate permanently. Jaina Thalassia- 20 years old, a tiefling, Wyll's fiancee, traveling with him to their new home and starting a new job as a teacher in the city. The story snippet so far, just a sample mind you:

“Fuck fuck fuck...Why did you piss him off, Aryn?” The young elven woman sobbed, sliding down to a sitting position, legs not able to carry her any further as she hugged her knees to her chest. “You should've left him alone, why'd you piss him off?” “Hey it's not my fault, Brynna! How was I supposed to know he was crazy?” The human shot back, pressing his back to the door of the shed as it strained against the vicious knocks against it from the outside. “Guys...please stop fighting, the Fist will be here soon, I'm sure...it's gonna be okay we just have to stay calm and....” The dwarf was cut off as she and the human were thrown across the shed as the door splintered, sending them sprawling. Four pairs of glowing eyes lit up the darkness and the blade of an axe gleamed in the pale moonlight. Screams pierced the night. ----

“Good afternoon, Moonrise County. It's Alfira coming to you from Last Light FM, your local source for weather, traffic, news, and some good mood tunes. It's getting chilly as harvest season begins, so druids get those crops harvested quickly now. We are also likely to see rain for the holiday weekend, tough break for those last minute tourists looking for a woodland get away. Traffic heading towards Baldur's Gate is at a stand still thanks to a stopped vehicle across the roadway. Now here's our chart topping local favorite three years running, The Sirens' cover of local folk song 'Down By The River'” Alfira removed her headset and nodded her head gratefully as her partner handed her a cup of coffee and the morning paper. “Thanks Lakrissa...” She took a sip and then eyed the headline. “More tourists disappeared, huh?” “Yeah, fifth group this year....I think the cult is getting restless.” Lakrissa grinned, her tone sing-song and teasing. “There's no cult, Lakrissa. Honestly it's probably just overconfident city people getting lost in the woods without enough supplies. It's sad, but not some crazy murder conspiracy.” Alfira frowned, shaking her head. “And I'm not going to entertain the idea it is and get everyone in a tizzy.” “But it's fall, Alfira. Spooky season! Don't you wanna do a little themed broadcast and get those numbers up?” Lakrissa's grin widened, eager and excited. “Gods know the station could use it.” Alfira stifled a laugh and looked deadpan at her lover. “Lakrissa, it's Moonrise County, population like...MAYBE two hundred at best...Those numbers aren't going anywhere.” ---

“Move it a little to the left, Orin.” Sentry frowned, making a frame with his hands and scanning the hanging corpse dangling from a meat hook in the shed. His little sister repositioned the head just a little closer to the shoulder, slightly off from where it would naturally have been, and looked quizzically at her brother. “Yeah! Perfect! Just like that!” He reached into the pocket of his denim cut offs and produced a heavy needle and some waxed thread. “Now just hold it steady.” “There's room for a second head at this angle, slaughter-kin.” Orin pointed out with a grin as blood dripped down the front of her hand sewn red dress. “Shit, you're right. What are we thinkin', pig? Sheep?” Sentry pondered as he moved the needle expertly through the skin, sewing the head into place.

[longwindedbore]

One aspect of reoccurring cyclical change* is phase 3 wherein…

The number of elite people with the backgrounds, education, connections, and skills to accumulate wealth aloe hold high level public & private managerial positions….

EXCEED a comparable growth in the Economic-Political System.

Some of these elite people begin to cheat. Then more and more. Then most of them.

Then the System collapses or undergoes a catastrophic Phase 4 Reset.

The Great Depression Reset the USA by wiping out half the millionaires. The Greatest Generation handled the Reset. The Boomers enjoyed the ReBuilt Phase 2.

The Regan era began phase 3 (‘Greed is Good).

We are now in Phase 4 - Internal Rot.

Russia went through their Phase 1 Reset beginning in 1991. They’re on the rise.

We’re living in Interesting Times.

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Solidarity would argue that zoning laws can accomplish for the community in the article what the invisible hand of Capitalism can’t.

Greed is Good however screams “Theft” & “Socialism”.

Rot is the wealthy waiting to be served in resort restaurants because ‘no one wants to work anymore

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* oversimplification and paraphrasing of Peter Turchin “End Times”.

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The Small Business Awards India, in collaboration with the Indian Archivers Forum, is an esteemed initiative dedicated to honoring and recognizing the outstanding achievements of small businesses in the country. This unique platform brings together entrepreneurs, professionals, and industry experts to celebrate the remarkable contributions and successes of small businesses across various sectors. The Small Business Awards India provides a prestigious stage for small businesses to showcase their innovation, resilience, and entrepreneurial spirit. By participating in this event, small business owners have the opportunity to network with like-minded individuals, share their stories, and gain valuable insights from industry veterans. The awards not only recognize the hard work and dedication of small business owners but also serve as a catalyst for their growth and success. Phone: 011-41834478 Address: 918 9th Floor Tower-A, Plot no. 4B, District Centre, Mayur vihar Phase-1 Extension, Delhi-110091 Email: mail@iafindia.com Website:https://www.iafindia.com/

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Sam Singh is a London-based real estate entrepreneur who is passionate about closing profitable agreements. One of his very outstanding professional accomplishments is the Hinwick House, which he improved. 

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Sean Jenkins 25, Ambitious, Realtor Libra, Materialistic, Hard-working

Sean's formative years were etched against the backdrop of a rustic countryside, where the first glimmers of dawn marked the commencement of his daily toil. The farmland, a cherished legacy handed down from his grandfather, was his family's modest heritage. Despite his father's meager possessions, an abundance of love radiated from him, enveloping his family in an enduring embrace. Sean held in deep reverence the labor his father undertook to shepherd him and his siblings through their early years. However, the price of relentless labor etched lines of strain and wear on his father's countenance, a poignant testimony to the toll exacted by years of demanding toil. This sight kindled a fervent resolve within Sean—to chart a destiny divergent from his father's, one that would marry prosperity with well-being.

Countless hours expended during his middle and high school years yielded a financial reservoir that would ultimately finance his migration to the bustling embrace of the city, allowing him the chance to embark on a journey toward a real estate license. Nestled within a small agency, Sean's nascent steps into the world of property dealings were tentative, yet charged with an irrepressible enthusiasm. It was a proclamation of his capacity for achievement, a tribute to his aspirations unburdened by the physical toll his father had borne.

His steadfast allegiance to his vocation propelled him to the pinnacles of the local real estate realm. In time, the echelons of San Myshuno's premier agencies beckoned, a testament to Sean's prowess and dedication. His ascent climaxed with the sale of a million-dollar mansion, a watershed moment that rippled through the tides of his life. Million-dollar transactions became a hallmark of Sean's professional landscape, an oeuvre of accomplishment that fortified his family's future. The farmland, once an emblem of hardship, was reimagined into a serene bed and breakfast. An act of transformation that granted his father and mother the grace to remain tethered to their agrarian heritage while unshackling them from its grueling yoke.

Yet, amidst this symphony of achievements, Sean perceived an echoing void, an absence that yearned to be filled. A chapter of love and companionship remained unwritten, a sentiment that propelled him to Geneva Island—a voyage fueled by the quest for his kindred spirit, a partner with whom to etch a future, a haven to foster generations yet unborn.

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New Job Transits and Astrology

If you're considering taking on a new job, you may want to consult with an astrologer to see how the transits in your birth chart will affect your chances. You should look at Saturn, Venus, and Jupiter, which will be conjunct, square, or opposite your Sun.

Saturn in Aquarius

There are many astrological factors that can affect your career and job prospects when Saturn enters Aquarius for a new job transit. The good thing about Saturn's influence on your life is that it creates a solid plan for the future. It may also bring big financial gains. However, it can bring sobering changes to your lifestyle as well.

Saturn in Aquarius is associated with a lot of things, and the most important one is the transformation of your thought process. You will become more interested in learning and sharpening your skills.

If you are in the market for a new job, this is the best time to apply. During the year, you might receive new orders, get promotions, or even be offered a job at home.

Jupiter in Taurus

Jupiter in Taurus for new job transits will be favorable for people who are in a position to invest in a new business or partnership. They are likely to receive salary hikes and promotions. This is particularly true for professional natives. Those with an interest in real estate might also get great deals.

Jupiter's journey through impulsive Aries highlights the importance of work-life balance. Money management is an important factor in this cycle. It will be helpful to keep a stable bank account and to use the extra cash flow for investing.

Uranus in Taurus is known to bring unexpected expenses. You might have trouble with health or sleeping patterns, which could affect your professional life. As a result, it will be best to seek advice from professionals.

Saturn square Sun in 7th house

If you are considering a new job, Saturn squares the Sun in your seventh house can be a good thing. This aspect can help you improve your productivity and work ethic. It can also provide you with a well-developed partner. However, the aspects can be a bit tricky.

In the 7th house, Saturn offers you the best results. For example, you may receive a well-developed partner and a successful business. Alternatively, you may have a relationship that ends in divorce. Although there are plenty of negatives to having Saturn in your seventh house, this transit will certainly make you think about what matters most.

Saturn conjunct Sun in Gemini

It's important to understand how Saturn conjuncts Sun in Gemini for new job transits can affect you. The effects can range from increased self-confidence to increased productivity.

Saturn is a planet of choicefulness, commitment, and organization. Saturn's influence over your career can make you more confident, motivated, and realistic in your pursuit of success. You can also use Saturn to create a solid foundation for future success.

If you've been working on a passion project, then this is a great time to launch it. This will help you to avoid getting sidetracked by distractions, and you will be inspired by your own creativity. Whether your dream is to become an actor, a musician, or a monologist, you can use Saturn to help you accomplish your goals.

Saturn square Moon in Virgo

The Saturn square Moon in Virgo for new job transits are a good sign for the natives who have a desire to get into a job. They will gain more confidence and will find that their efforts will be rewarded. This will be a good period for students pursuing law or chartered accountancy.

It is also a good period for students in the oil industry. During this period, the oil companies will give their approval. Government employees will also have a favourable period.

However, Saturn will not be a good time for foreign business owners. There may be difficulties in the travel plans, and there will be a lack of profits.

Saturn square Moon in Cancer

When it comes to Saturn, I'm not exactly sure how many astrological benefits there are. While it is considered a malefic planet, it is also an indicator of reality. It asks questions about your self-esteem, work ethic, and creative talents. If you have it in your horoscope, you can expect to undergo a profound re-working of your confidence.

As you might imagine, Saturn is a slow moving planet. It takes 28 to 30 years to make a complete revolution through the zodiac. It's also a solitary planet. This makes it difficult to deal with, if you're single. However, it can turn around your life during a transit.

Source : Stars Speaks

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Making Money With Online Affiliate Programs

There are plenty of ways an industrious individual can make money online. Countless people have turned to the World-Wide-Web looking for a good money making opportunity they can accomplish from the comfort of their own home. It may seem daunting at first but you can make money online if you learn, duplicate and most importantly have the determination to just start.

One of the most ingenious ways to supplement or even replace your income is through online affiliate programs. Online affiliate programs first sprang up in 1996 when Amazon.com started paying websites for referring customers to their site. Now in 2006 online affiliate programs are a mainstay in the e-commerce world. Even Fortune 500 companies such as Dell, Walmart and Apple have adopted the online affiliate program marketing module.

Online affiliate programs provide home business professionals and online entrepreneurs a risk-free form of advertising to produce revenue from their websites. Affiliate marketing has become an increasingly popular home based business opportunity because:

It requires no production costsVery low start-up costsNo employeesNo inventoryNo order processingNo shippingNo customer serviceVery limited risk

So you don’t have a website? In many cases you do not even need to operate a website or know any HTML to make money with online affiliate programs. With the maturation of contextual advertising through Yahoo! Publisher and Google Adwords many pay-per-click (PPC) savvy online affiliate marketers have moved away from deploying websites and focus entirely on search engine marketing (SEM). This may be a good way for some to test the waters with marketing online affiliate programs but if you’re not familiar with setting up PPC campaigns tread lightly. The cost per click can quickly add up with little return on your investment if done improperly. As for myself I still believe content is king and always will be. Having real estate on the web is much like owning a piece of property, it only matures and appreciates in value with age.

An article published by Click Z News identified that according to eBay their largest affiliate earned over $1.3 million dollars in January 2005 commissions, the largest amount yet in their online affiliate program’s history. Their top 25 affiliates averaged over $100,000 per month each and the top 100 affiliates earn almost $25,000 each per month.

With these sort of numbers buzzing around the Internet it’s no wonder affiliate marketing is quickly becoming the numero uno money making opportunity online. There are literally thousands of people just like you making a very handsome living from selling other peoples products online.

Don’t be fooled though. As we all know there are NO get-rich-quick programs online or offline. Like any business making money with affiliate programs takes work, dedication and education.

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Steps Involved in Buying a Property in Kenya

The process of purchasing a property in Kenya is distinct from other investments and often appears intricate to many. To demystify this process and assist you in embarking on this journey, we present a detailed overview of the steps involved when you engage with RentScore.

1.Commence with an Affordability Search: Utilize our affordable home loan calculator accessible on Our Website, a helpful tool designed to ascertain your budget constraints. Determine how much you can comfortably allocate to property acquisition and assess your borrowing capacity for an affordable home loan or installment plan. Our website showcases different types of properties for investment aligned with your financial boundaries and preferences.

2.Shortlist Preferred Properties: Choose properties that captivate your interest and align with your prerequisites. Compare their attributes, prices, locations, and potential returns to streamline your selection process.

3.Schedule a Consultation Call: Reach out to us to arrange a consultation call with our adept real estate agents. During this interaction, we'll delve into your needs and preferences, address any queries or uncertainties, furnish you with additional information regarding your shortlisted properties, and assist you in reaching a final decision.

4.Explore the best homes in Kenya in Person or Virtually: If you can travel to Kenya, we'll orchestrate a site visit for you to experience your chosen properties firsthand. For those unable to journey physically, a comprehensive virtual tour showcasing the property and its surroundings will be arranged.

5.Securing Your Choice: Upon finalizing your property selection, in certain developments, an initial refundable booking fee is required to secure the unit. This payment facilitates the acquisition of the Offer Letter and due diligence documents from the developer.

6.Deposit and Agreement Signing: Following meticulous due diligence to ensure the property's legitimacy and freedom from encumbrances, sign the Offer Letter and remit a deposit of up to 20% (inclusive of the booking fee) of the purchase price to the developer.

7.Contractual Commitment: Review and sign the Sale Agreement with the developer, a pivotal legally binding contract delineating the rights and obligations of both parties.

8.Progress Updates and Development Completion: During the construction phase of an off plan property, periodic quarterly updates on development progress will be dispatched. Adherence to agreed payment plans is essential. Mortgage buyers receive an Offer Letter stipulating payment terms with the developer.

9.Finalization and Handover: Upon the development's completion, an Occupation Certificate is granted to the developer by relevant authorities. This signifies the preparation of individual titles through the submission of pertinent documents, including the mother title and sectional plans.

10.Title Transfer and Possession: Fulfillment of full payment mandates stamp duty payment for property transfer and title production under your name. Mortgage buyers commence monthly repayments to the bank, while investment buyers are assisted in securing screened tenants.

The acquisition of property constitutes a significant financial commitment. Thus, it is imperative to engage a proficient team of real estate agents to navigate this journey and secure the finest available options within your financial boundaries. Venturing into this expedition without professional guidance could prove to be a misstep. At RentScore, we eagerly anticipate aiding you in accomplishing your property investment aspirations in 2024. Count on us as the discerning choice for astute buyers.

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FirstPageRanks is a leading digital marketing agency in Panchkula that is well-known for its dedication to providing all-inclusive marketing solutions that are customized to satisfy a wide range of customer requirements. FirstPageRanks uses data-driven tactics to improve brand engagement, increase online visibility, and increase traffic—all while providing clients with the best possible return on investment. Customized campaigns that are in line with particular business goals are made possible by our agency’s emphasis on openness and client involvement. FirstPageRanks continuously produces exceptional results by utilizing the newest tools and strategies for digital marketing, which reinforces its image as a reliable partner for companies looking to prosper in the cutthroat online market.

FirstPageRanks has made a name for itself as a leader and an award-winning certified specialized digital marketing firm. FirstPageRanks uses cutting-edge techniques to improve brand visibility and online presence. Our company is run by a team of seasoned professionals committed to staying on the cutting edge. Utilizing a complete approach that encompasses search engine optimization (SEO), pay-per-click (PPC) advertising, and social media management, our agency takes pride in its ability to create customized solutions that match the specific demands of each customer.

FirstPageRanks is a growth marketing company in Panchkula that is comprised of an award-winning group of professional digital marketing specialists. Transparency is one of the main cornerstones of FirstPageRanks’ methodology. We provide frequent updates on campaign results, analytics, and plan modifications to our clients because we value open and honest communication. We are able to work closely with our clients to accomplish their marketing goals and spur business growth by developing solid relationships based on trust and responsibility.

FirstPageRanks is committed to providing our clients with outstanding results as a reputable digital marketing company. To maximize your online presence and assist you in reaching your company objectives, our team of specialists uses creativity, innovation, and data-driven methods. FirstPageRanks is dedicated to offering our clients high-caliber digital marketing services that provide measurable outcomes and offer a robust return on investment, with an emphasis on excellence and ongoing progress.

FirstPageRanks has the knowledge and experience to support your success, whether your goals are to improve your online reputation, create a strong social media presence, increase organic traffic to your website through SEO, or generate leads through PPC advertising. FirstPageRanks recognizes the value of maintaining an advantage over competitors in the dynamic digital market. For this reason, we’re dedicated to remaining current with the newest trends and industry best practices in digital marketing. To make sure our clients receive creative and practical marketing solutions that yield quantifiable outcomes, our staff constantly participates in industry conferences and seminars, carries out in-depth research, and works with top specialists.

FirstPageRanks has crafted custom digital marketing plans for a wide range of clients, such as corporations, government agencies, real estate companies, IT software providers, and well-known small and medium-sized enterprises. Numerous case studies and client testimonials attest to the fact that our execution skills and strategic insights have continuously led to success. FirstPageRanks continues to be the clear choice for companies looking to improve their online presence and witness impressive growth, as we lead the sector with our cutting-edge strategies and unmatched service caliber.

FirstPageRanks stands out for its dedication to ongoing learning and adjustment in a quickly changing digital environment. Our qualified specialists at the firm are dedicated to using data-driven insights to improve campaigns for optimal performance, in addition to their familiarity with the most recent marketing trends. FirstPageRanks has received numerous industry awards for its emphasis on quantifiable outcomes, solidifying its standing as a reliable online business partner.

Furthermore, FirstPageRanks actively involves clients in the marketing process by upholding a collaborative and transparent culture. Our agency helps organizations understand their digital marketing strategy and results by building solid partnerships and keeping lines of communication open. FirstPageRanks is committed to fostering success and providing a substantial return on investment for each client they work with, whether that means improving a brand’s social media engagement or search engine results.

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Anthony Heiter

Anthony Heiter, an accomplished and dedicated real estate agent who has made a significant impact on the real estate industry in South Carolina. With his extensive knowledge of the local market, unwavering commitment to client satisfaction, and exceptional negotiation skills, Anthony has earned a well-deserved reputation as a trusted professional.

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Nadezhda Grishaeva Sanction

What Happened?

In recent years, Nadezhda Grishaeva, once known primarily for her basketball career and marriage to Igor Lebedev (son of the late Russian politician Vladimir Zhirinovsky), has found herself at the center of a growing controversy. Numerous reports indicate that she has been actively attempting to scrub the internet of compromising information related to her alleged involvement in financial misconduct. Grishaeva is accused of laundering assets linked to Zhirinovsky’s family, with claims that billions of rubles were funneled into foreign real estate and offshore companies under her control.

Grishaeva’s efforts to remove damaging articles from various online platforms have only fueled public interest, raising more questions about her role as a key figure in hiding the vast wealth of Zhirinovsky’s family. Despite her attempts to maintain a clean online presence, investigative reports continue to surface, linking her to money laundering operations across Europe and the United States, and highlighting her efforts to evade international sanctions (NewsStream).

The web purging campaign has attracted the attention of financial regulators in both the U.S. and Europe, where her assets—including luxury properties and hotel businesses—are under scrutiny. Grishaeva’s attempts to erase this information from the public eye may have unintended consequences, as it amplifies the controversy surrounding her actions and raises further suspicions about the legality of the assets tied to her name.

These efforts to erase negative press have backfired, triggering what’s known as the “Streisand Effect”—where attempts to hide information only amplify it. As more details about his shady financial dealings and legal disputes come to light, Ordodaray’s carefully crafted public image continues to unravel, exposing a legacy of controversy that’s difficult to bury. This article delves into the tactics he’s employed to control the narrative and the scandals he’s so desperately trying to keep under wraps.

Analyzing the Fake Copyright Notice(s)

Our team collects and analyses fraudulent copyright takedown requests, legal complaints, and other efforts to remove critical information from the internet. Through our investigations, we examine the prevalence and operation of an organized censorship industry, predominantly funded by criminal entities, oligarchs, and disreputable businesses or individuals. Our findings allow internet users to gain insight into these censorship schemes’ sources, methods, and underlying objectives.

To accomplish this, we utilize the OSINT Tool provided by FakeDMCA.com and the Lumen API for Researchers, courtesy of the Lumen Database.

FakeDMCA.com is the work of an independent team of research students and cybersecurity professionals, developed under Project UnCensor. Their OSINT Tool, designed to uncover and analyze fake takedown requests, represents a significant step forward in combating these abusive practices. It has become a valuable resource, increasingly relied upon by journalists and law enforcement agencies across the United States.

Lumen, on the other hand, is an independent research initiative dedicated to studying takedown notices and other legal demands related to online content removal. The project, which operates under the Berkman Klein Center for Internet & Society at Harvard University, plays a crucial role in tracking and understanding the broader implications of such requests.

By investigating the fake DMCA takedown attempts, we hope to shed light on the reputation management industry, revealing how Nadezhda Grishaeva and companies like it may use spurious copyright claims and fake legal notices to remove and obscure articles linking them to allegations of fraud, tax avoidance, corruption, and drug trafficking...

Only Nadezhda Grishaeva Benefit from this crime.

Since the fake copyright takedown notices were designed to remove negative content for Nadezhda Grishaeva from Google, we assume Nadezhda Grishaeva or someone associated with Nadezhda Grishaeva is behind this scam. It is often a fly-by-night Online Reputation agency working on behalf of Nadezhda Grishaeva. In this case, Nadezhda Grishaeva, at best, will be an “accomplice” or an “accessory” to the crime. The specific laws may vary depending on the jurisdiction. Still, the legal principle generally holds that if you actively participate in planning, encouraging, or facilitating a crime, you can be charged with it, even if you did not personally commit it.

So, who is Nadezhda Grishaeva?

Nadezhda Grishaeva, formerly known as a professional basketball player, is more prominently recognized today for her ties to the influential Zhirinovsky family. She is the ex-wife of Igor Lebedev, son of the late Vladimir Zhirinovsky, a notorious Russian political figure. Grishaeva has been accused of using her position within the Zhirinovsky family to help launder vast sums of money through offshore accounts, real estate, and other assets.

The efforts to censor information about her online stem from these accusations. Various reports suggest that she has been actively trying to remove damaging news and compromising details about her alleged involvement in laundering money, particularly assets linked to her ex-husband and Zhirinovsky’s political empire. The investigations reveal that Grishaeva played a key role in hiding the family’s wealth, much of which is tied to properties and businesses in the U.S. and Europe (Samoyekha, Compromat Press, NewsStream).

Major concerns revolve around the scale of her operations. Grishaeva is believed to have concealed billions of rubles, with reports suggesting that she controls real estate and hotel businesses in Spain and the U.S. She has reportedly erased many incriminating references to herself online, but new accusations continue to surface, including claims of laundering money through companies registered in Florida and Ibiza (Samoyekha, NewsStream).

Grishaeva’s internet purging has raised suspicions, and it is seen as an attempt to evade scrutiny from international financial authorities. Investigators are concerned that her actions are aimed at protecting these hidden assets from sanctions and legal repercussions, particularly as U.S. and European financial institutions look deeper into her dealings (VseDelo).

Potential Consequences for Nadezhda Grishaeva

Under Florida Statute 831.01, the crime of Forgery is committed when a person falsifies, alters, counterfeits, or forges a document that carries “legal efficacy” with the intent to injure or defraud another person or entity.

Forging a document is considered a white-collar crime. It involves altering, changing, or modifying a document to deceive another person. It can also include passing along copies of documents that are known to be false. In many states in the US, falsifying a document is a crime punishable as a felony.

Additionally, under most laws, “fraud on the court” is where “a party has sentiently set in motion some unconscionable scheme calculated to interfere with the judicial system’s ability impartially to adjudicate a matter by improperly influencing the trier of fact or unfairly hampering the presentation of the opposing party’s claim or defense.” Cox v. Burke, 706 So. 2d 43, 46 (Fla. 5th DCA 1998) (quoting Aoude v. Mobil Oil Corp., 892 F.2d 1115, 1118 (1st Cir. 1989)).

Is Nadezhda Grishaeva Committing a Cyber Crime?

Yes, it seems so. Nadezhda Grishaeva used multiple approaches to remove unwanted material from review sites and Google’s search results. Thanks to protections allowing freedom of speech in the United States, there are very few legal ways to do this. Nadezhda Grishaeva could not eliminate negative reviews or search results that linked to them without a valid claim of defamation, copyright infringement, or some other clear breach of the law.

Faced with these limitations, some companies like Nadezhda Grishaeva have gone to extreme lengths to fraudulently claim copyright ownership over a negative review in the hopes of taking it down.

Fake DMCA notices have targeted articles highlighting the criminal activity of prominent people to hide their illegal behavior. These people, which include U.S., Russian, and Kazakhstani politicians as well as members from elite circles including the mafia and those with massive financial power, are all connected – and alleged corruption ranging from child abuse to sexual harassment is exposed when exploring evidence found at these URLs. It appears there’s a disturbing level of influence being exerted here that needs further investigation before justice can be served. Nadezhda Grishaeva is certainly keeping interesting company here....

The DMCA takedown process requires that copyright owners submit a takedown notice to an ISP identifying the allegedly infringing content and declaring, under penalty of perjury, that they have a good faith belief that the content is infringing. The ISP must then promptly remove or disable access to the content. The alleged infringer can then submit a counter-notice, and if the copyright owner does not take legal action within 10 to 14 days, the ISP can restore the content.

Since these platforms are predominantly based in the U.S., the complaints are typically made under the Digital Millennium Copyright Act (DMCA), which requires online service providers and platforms to react immediately to reports of violations. Big Tech companies rarely have systems in place to assess the merit of each report. Instead, all bad actors need to do is clone a story, blackmail it, and then demand the real thing be taken down.

What was Nadezhda Grishaeva trying to hide?

Nadezhda Grishaeva, once known for her sports career and ties to the Zhirinovsky family, has become embroiled in serious accusations of financial misconduct. Here’s an in-depth look at the primary concerns and allegations she is attempting to erase from the internet:

1. Money Laundering and Hidden Assets

Grishaeva is accused of being a key player in laundering billions of rubles connected to her ex-husband, Igor Lebedev, and the Zhirinovsky family. She is alleged to have used offshore companies and foreign real estate to obscure the origins of illicit funds. These accusations primarily involve rental properties in Spain and Florida, where Grishaeva reportedly owns luxury hotels and other high-value assets (Samoychka/Comporant Press).

The Organized Crime and Corruption Reporting Project (OCCRP) detailed how the Zhirinovsky family allegedly controlled a network of real estate properties around the world, worth approximately $450 million. Many of these assets were reportedly registered under Grishaeva’s name, making her a critical figure in protecting these hidden resources (NewsStream).

2. Offshore Networks and Corporate Manipulations

Grishaeva has been linked to offshore companies that allegedly helped siphon money out of Russia and protect the wealth of the political elite. Her involvement in companies like Sport International Group Inc. in Florida and Hoteles Europa Daniela Invest SL. in Ibiza is central to the accusations. These entities are believed to have laundered billions of rubles for the Zhirinovsky family. Reports have highlighted that these businesses were instrumental in safeguarding family assets from international scrutiny (NewsStream/Samoychka).

3. Association with Corrupt Political Figures

In addition to her direct role in laundering money, Grishaeva has been linked to high-ranking political figures, including Leonid Slutsky. This association has sparked concerns that her activities extend beyond financial laundering to protecting and facilitating broader corruption networks. Reports indicate that she worked closely with Slutsky to ensure that the Zhirinovsky family’s assets remained intact despite ongoing investigations (Comporant Press).

4. Efforts to Evade Sanctions

Grishaeva has been actively implicated in helping Russian elites evade sanctions. In recent years, the U.S. and European Union have placed restrictions on many members of Russia’s political elite, including the Zhirinovsky family. Grishaeva is believed to have helped shield these assets from confiscation by restructuring them under various offshore companies and foreign property holdings. This has raised alarms among investigators who fear that she is exploiting legal loopholes to protect ill-gotten wealth (VseDelo/NewsStream).

The digital erasure extends beyond mere reputation management; it is viewed as an attempt to avoid legal consequences by keeping her financial dealings hidden from authorities. However, her attempts to obscure her past have only increased public scrutiny, as more evidence of her involvement in shady dealings continues to surface.

Grishaevа is facing mounting allegations that link her to vast money-laundering schemes, hidden offshore wealth, and efforts to help Russia’s elite evade sanctions. Her efforts to erase her digital footprint highlight the severity of the accusations and reflect a calculated strategy to protect her reputation and assets. Nevertheless, international investigations are ongoing, and her actions remain under the spotlight as investigators dig deeper into her financial activities.

Reputation Agency’s Modus Operandi

The fake DMCA notices we found always use the “back-dated article” technique. With this technique, the wrongful notice sender (or copier) creates a copy of a “true original” article and back-dates it, creating a “fake original” article (a copy of the true original) that, at first glance, appears to have been published before the true original.

Then, based on the claim that this backdated article is the “original,” the scammers send a DMCA to the relevant online service providers (e.g., Google), alleging that the “true” original is the copied or “infringing” article and that the copied article is the “original,” requesting the takedown of the “true” original article. After sending the DMCA request, the person who sent the wrong notice takes down the fake original URL, likely to make sure that the article doesn’t stay online in any way. If the takedown notice is successful, the disappearance from the internet of information is most likely to be legitimate speech.

How did Nadezhda Grishaevа purport this DMCA Fraud?

As an integral part of this scheme, the ‘reputation management’ company hired by Nadezhda Grishaevа creates a website that purports to be a “news” site. This site is designed to look legitimate at a glance, but any degree of scrutiny reveals it as the charade it is.

The company copies the “negative” content and posts it “on the fake ‘news’ site, attributing it to a separate author,” then gives it “a false publication date on the ‘news’ website that predated the original publication.

The reputation company then sent Google a Digital Millennium Copyright Act notice claiming the original website infringed copyright. After a cursory examination of the fake news site, Google frequently accepts the notice and delists the content.

In committing numerous offences, Nadezhda Grishaevа either premeditated actions or were unaware of the consequences. Despite hiring an agency to make Google disregard any negative information about Nadezhda Grishaevа, ignorance does not excuse this wrongdoing.

The Reputation Laundering

Rogue Reputation agencies use spurious copyright claims and fake legal notices to remove and obscure articles linking clients to allegations of tax avoidance, corruption, and drug trafficking. Most of these reputation agencies are based offshore, mainly in Russia, India, and Eastern Europe, and they do not worry about complying with US-based laws.

The content in all of the articles for which the fraudulent DMCA notices have been sent relates to allegations of criminal allegations, including corruption, child abuse, sexual harassment, human trafficking and financial fraud against businesses and individuals with ultra-high net worth.

In addition to the misuse of the DMCA takedown process, there is a notable absence of enforcement concerning perjury violations. The statutory requirement related to perjury is designed to deter copyright holders from submitting fraudulent or knowingly false takedown requests, as they may face legal consequences for making false declarations under penalty of perjury. However, to date, there have been no known instances of any individual being prosecuted for perjury in connection with the submission of false DMCA takedown notices.

This lack of enforcement has emboldened copyright holders to exploit the DMCA takedown process to suppress dissent, criticism, or other unfavorable content, without fear of legal repercussions.

Not In Good Company

Some of the people and businesses who have employed this tactic to remove legitimate content from Google illegally include a Spanish businessman-turned-cocaine-trafficker, Organised crime, an Israeli-Argentine banker accused of laundering money for Hugo Chávez’s regime, a French “responsible” mining company accused of tax evasion, child molesters and sexual predators. Nadezhda Grishaeva is in great company …

Ironically, the manipulation tactics used to remove public-interest information from the Internet are backfiring on Nadezhda Grishaeva, which is now associated with the worst of this world.

Here are some of the specimens that share the internet space with Nadezhda Grishaeva –

Miguel Octavio Vargas Maldonado

Miguel Octavio Vargas Maldonado appears to be the former foreign affairs minister of the Dominican Republic. His name is listed next to more than 500 links to news articles, blogs, social media posts, and YouTube videos targeted for removal or de-indexing. Many of the articles refer to questions over his political fundraising practices. They include accusations that Vargas had received donations from an individual who would later be convicted of drug trafficking. Some targeted links remain active, while others return 404 errors or “file not found.”

José Antonio Gordo Valero

José Gordo joined OneCoin in 2015 and has been named in an indictment for the OneCoin scam in Argentina. The articles listed next to Gordo’s name in the documents reviewed by Rest of World include references to his role at the company.

Diego Adolfo Marynberg

He appears to be the same Marynberg connected to funding right-wing causes, including settlement efforts in Israel. Reports also alleged that his company received preferential treatment in acquiring Argentinian bonds worth millions of dollars. More than 170 URLs appear next to Marynberg’s name in the documents, including pages from the Israeli newspapers The Times of Israel, Haaretz, and Clarin, one of Argentina’s most prominent news sites.

Majed Khalil Majzoub

Majzoub is an influential businessman with close ties to several governments, including the administration of Venezuelan president Nicolás Maduro. Majzoub’s name appears next to more than 80 URLs, mostly from independent outlets. Of the two URLs that pointed to articles from Germany’s Der Spiegel, one now returns an error message; the other, which appears to refer to relations between Venezuela and Colombia, directs to an unrelated story about Brexit.

Frequently Asked Questions

Did Nadezhda Grishaeva commit a cyber crime?

Yes, filing a fake DMCA notice is illegal. The Digital Millennium Copyright Act (DMCA) allows copyright holders to issue takedown notices to protect their works from unauthorized use online. However, submitting a false DMCA notice can result in legal consequences.

Under the DMCA, a person knowingly submitting a false copyright claim can be subject to penalties, including damages. DMCA notices require the filer to certify, under penalty of perjury, that the content infringes their copyright. If the notice is found to be fraudulent or made in bad faith, the filer can face:

Civil lawsuits: The affected party can sue for damages, legal fees, and other costs.

Perjury charges: False certification in a DMCA notice can result in perjury-related penalties, which vary by jurisdiction.

Other legal penalties: Fines or other penalties depending on the case

Did Nadezhda Grishaeva commit a civil or a Criminal offense?

Perjury is a criminal offense, not a civil crime. It involves intentionally lying or making false statements under oath, typically in a court of law or other legal proceedings, such as affidavits or depositions.

Criminal charges: Perjury is prosecuted as a criminal act, and a conviction can lead to fines or imprisonment, depending on the severity of the false statement and its impact on the case.

Felony status: In many jurisdictions, perjury is classified as a felony, which carries more severe penalties than misdemeanor offenses.

So, while it may affect civil cases, the crime of perjury itself is strictly criminal.

What is the Streisand effect?

The key idea behind the Streisand effect is that efforts to restrict information can backfire, often causing the information to gain more attention than it would have otherwise. This effect is widespread in the digital age, where users quickly notice and spread censorship efforts on social media and other platforms.

Trying to suppress something can unintentionally lead to it becoming more visible.

Can Nadezhda Grishaeva purge its Digital past?

Once information is uploaded to the internet, it can be replicated, shared, archived, or stored across multiple servers. If Nadezhda Grishaeva manage to delete the original post or file, copies may remain accessible in other places, such as web archives, screenshots, or other users’ devices.

In practice, completely erasing content from the internet can be extremely difficult due to how widely information can spread and be stored. Thus, the idea that “the Internet never forgets” reflects the challenge of entirely removing digital content once it has been shared.

What is our next move?

Critical Intel will, in its capacity, do all it can to hold someone responsible for this incident. Here is what we are preparing for –

Inform Google about the fake DMCA scam

Share findings with journalists and media

Inform Lumen Database

File counter notice to reinstate articles

Increase exposure to critical articles

Expand investigation to identify similar fake DMCAs

Since Nadezhda Grishaeva made such efforts to hide something online, it seems fit to ensure that this article and our original review of Nadezhda Grishaeva, including but not limited to user contributions, remain a permanent record for anyone interested in Nadezhda Grishaeva.

A case perfect for the Streisand effect…

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The Importance of Interior Designing

What is Interior Design?

The process of enhancing a living area’s visually appealing and functional layout is known as interior design. Not only can the interior of a person’s home be built to maximize productivity and ease company operations, but professional or industrial facilities can also benefit from effective interior design.

Why Is Interior Designing Important?

The modern world’s increasing demand for beauty is what makes interior design so important. More than ever, one needs to be surrounded by beauty these days. Because of the hardships and everyday grind of the modern world, sensory experiences get anesthetized, and it is essential to fully experience any area one lives in simply by being human. One can improve their existence, way of life, and worldview with the aid of interior design. Humans have an innate need to find and recognize beauty in their surroundings. A modern person can live in an ideal environment when practicality is combined with beauty and aesthetics, maximizing available space.

Why Is Interior Design So Important?

Many people think that interior design is an optional feature that isn’t necessary for the building’s structural integrity. Although a building’s skeleton does establish its basic form, interior design is more significant since it contributes to the building’s conception—the notion that gives rise to a structure out of nothing at all. What makes a location unique is its interior decor and architecture. What gives a room with four walls a dynamic quality and a life of its own is interior design. The importance of interior design is fully covered by the following interior design key points.

How Can Interior Design Aid in Being One’s Best Self?

So how exactly can interior design live up to these promises of helping people be their best selves? The mysteries of the human mind, which have been revealed and deconstructed so that they might be extended for the good of the mind, hold the key to the solution. Concepts such as color theory make an effort to investigate how color affects an individual’s mood and then develop an interior color scheme that helps the occupant feel at ease and reoriented. By following interior design concepts that maximize efficiency, one may also make the most of their space for productivity. This can be achieved by measuring the area’s ideal flow and placing the furniture accordingly.

The way that interior design organizes space is important for architecture. There is already a shortage of land in the current environment, and the annual cost of real estate is rising.

It is an investment to hire a skilled interior designer for one’s house. Many are afraid to hire an interior designer because they think it will lower their costs. But ultimately, they make bad choices that cost money in the long term.

N-arch is the lively and fulfilling industry of interior design in Pune that offers numerous chances for artistic expression, career advancement, and constructive social effects. An interior design degree can lead to a rewarding and successful job, regardless of your interests in sustainable, commercial, or residential design. You too may become one of the accomplished interior designers who are reshaping the built environment with the correct education and commitment.