For Mr. Jeff Bezos: Parts 1-6

Hopefully, I, Renee Ashley Baker will write a Series of 6 Books for Jeff Bezos AOS/MGMUA. Actor Bradley Cooper would be great as one of the six hotel Managers.

“Heaux-Tel Columbia” (Part 2)

by Renee Ashley Baker

Copyright 2023 Renee Ashley Baker and CP Irrevocable Trust 

She jerked her arm away–HARD–but he grabbed her again twisting her around to face him, positioning himself firmly between her legs causing the tight Valentino sheath to ride up, high, on her thighs .

 He spoke “We can do this easy or you can be difficult and you can get hurt. Now hurt isn’t what we want, is it ?”

Celeste shook her head “No”.  They resumed walking along the hallway.  Celeste always brazen, muttered, 

 “What do you even need me for ?  I don’t know anything. They don’t tell me anything about the shit that goes on in this place. Honest to –“

Before Celeste could finish He stopped, and turned again and looked direct into her face; only  this time it was without the  body contact–without the — “sex”. 

“You live in the Penthouse, right — and you are the wife of the Owner of this Hotel right–then we need you”.

Celeste felt stupid, of all the smart ass maneuvering ;  to acquire a Man who was smart enough to amass billions but who was too dumb to know how much she fucked around with every dick in D.C. That –that billionaire match–at the age of fifty –had been some feat of great accomplishment. She had married “the” Charles Goldmann who was a white man and a  Jewish white man and a long time District of Columbia Power Broker.  Celeste  now age 60 was still a beauty and was –according to the side Men she regularly “mingled and tingled with” was– what the kids called today  in slang– a WAP.

But at this very second wearing pink Vivier stiletto heels, pink fuscia Valentino,  and dripping of  pink Harry Winston diamonds She –nee Celeste Harris– was being walked down a hotel corridor probably to her death and by some “freaky” terrorist.

 Funny, how He, Mr Terrorist , tall,  blonde and handsome could definitely have been one of her “D” conquests –under different circumstances of course. The glass elevator taking them down came to a stop on Mezzanine. 

“I still don’t know what you want”. Celeste asked as she jumped off quickly  and stepped quickly alongside Mr Terrorist and his two accompanying “terrorist helpers”. 

“We want the key and the code to the Private Elevator . The elevator that goes to the 13th floor. To your husband’s office”.

“I don’t have it”. Celeste explained. “Only the Hotel Manager has the Code. And  one other employee has the key. We need the Security Office. It’s this way.”

They approached the huge glass doors to the office. As She approached the first desk Celeste spoke quickly.

  “Angel. Where is Angel ? I need to talk to Angel. Angel back from lunch ?”

  They looked up. The two late goers to lunch. The Mexican girl was first to jump up, quickly she ran towards the door yelling.

  “Just walked out two seconds ago, If I run I can get her for you !” Celeste gulped , satisfied that they hadn’t caught the Code for MayDay. She turned her long mink lashes towards the handsome leader and lied, 

 “The key is on its way.  Hold tight”. 

 The End

The Players:

The  CIA Officers and their Agents.

The U.S. Military and their Personnel.

The Foreign Dignitaries , Diplomats and VIPs.

The Enemy Agents (Counter Spies and Terrorists)

The Women (Wives, Girlfriends and Escorts on Call).

The Hotel Manager (a Russell Crowe “type” or a Christian Bale “type”).

The Hotel Owner (Charles Goldman Israeli billionaire).

The Hotel Owner ‘s  wife Celeste (portrayed by Renee Ashley Baker).

The Hotel: Hotel Columbia (located in Washington DC and named of course for the great explorer  Christopher Columbus).

**Heaux-Tel Columbia is a three part Novel to be sold to AOS and  possibly MGM/UA with Renee A Baker attached as Executive Producer. (Or the Heaux-Tel Columbia will be sold to Harper Collins and Disney Corporation for 20th Century Fox with Renee Ashley Baker attached as Executive Producer. ). Heaux-Tel Columbia is for theatrical motion picture release and not for TV.

Asking Price: $30 million dollars for the publishing rights to the Trilogy payable to Dr CP and CP Irrevocable Trust. Renee Ashley Baker will not be repped by ICM, nor CAA, nor UTA. 

Still No to Charlize Theron. No to Forest Whitaker. No to Taraji P Henson. No to Lee Daniels. No to Jane Fonda. No to Peter Guber. No to David Geffen. No to Ron Meyer. No to Ron Howard.

Chapter One. Page 1.
He typed.

A2
P.O. Box 2902
Boston USA
617 555 1212

(Two spaces.  Then the title. )

Heaux-Tel Columbia
by
Anonymous 2

A Foreign Diplomat had been found hanging inside one of the Hotel’s rooms.
A Presidential Suite at that !!!
And now, three years, 1 Senate investigation and 13 arrests later “the story” could finally be told. He , A2 , decided that his work  (his historic novel combining fact + fiction) would begin in fact, with Fact.
An article,from The New York Times,  would be his Forward. An article written back in the 1980’s. It Read: ***

Forward 1

Where the Spies Are … or Have Been, or Might Be

By Clyde H. Farnsworth, Special To the New York Times

Nov. 14, 1985

In this city whose streets are clogged with tourist buses nosing out monuments and memorabilia, there are no public excursions for the cognoscenti of the cloak and dagger.

Which is not to say one cannot put one together on one’s own.

For all its rowdy debates about balancing budgets, simplifying taxes and arming outer space, Washington also serves, more discreetly, as an espionage capital, perhaps the espionage capital of the world.

Yet some of this discreet activity is not all that easy to hide. According to some estimates, the dozen intelligence agencies of this Government alone employ about 200,000 people, most of them technical staff people in Washington. There is no telling how many employees of other countries are engaged in spying on the United States, or on one another.

Some of it is there to be seen just for the looking.

Games All Over Town

The Central Intelligence Agency, sources say, plays spy-training games all over the capital all the time. Trainees practice identifying people in crowds and following them surreptitiously. The target could be a man crossing Connecticut Avenue at K Street carrying a rolled-up copy of The Financial Times, or a woman in a blue bonnet at Dupont Circle with a visible pack of Salems.

Moreover, glimpses of the clandestine world occasionally come into wide-open view, as when the reputed K.G.B. defector, Vitaly S. Yurchenko, no doubt bringing glee to his spymasters in Moscow, announced just days ago that he had changed his mind and wanted to go home.

Mr. Yurchenko slipped away from his C.I.A. ”handler” at an all-night continental Georgetown restaurant, Au Pied de Cochon, and made his way a half-mile up Wisconsin Avenue to the new Soviet Embassy compound and thence into the nightly news.

The compound, not incidentally, sits atop a high Washington hill. And sprouting from the compound is an espionage sign of the times: a whole farm of antennas to eavesdrop on Washington area communications and to send and receive coded messages.

Any tour of Washington spy spots should not overlook the suburbs, which also figure in the huggermugger of capital espionage. There are spies out there, and spy hangouts and spy rendezvous points. John A. Walker Jr., who the Government says ran a network supplying Moscow with detailed information about military communications systems, was apprehended last May after reportedly dropping a large brown grocery bag filled with secret Navy documents at the base of a white utility pole on a country road in Poolesville, Md., about 25 miles from the capital.

The C.I.A.’s 20-year-old headquarters, which was designed as a college campus, borders the Potomac River on a sylvan site at Langley, Va.

It is surrounded by high fences and armed guards. But anyone hopping on the right Metro bus can get inside, because several lines include that stop. Just don’t try to get off the bus if you don’t have an identification card or an appointment.

Charley’s Place

A few miles from Langley, in McLean, another Washington bedroom community, there are some restaurants and bars popular with Langley operatives, past and present.

One is called Charley’s Place, though, appropriately enough, it had a different name until recently: the Joshua Tree. No one will say who Charley is or what long-buried case the tree might have symbolized.

”What’s our secret?” the restaurant asks on one of its table menus. Then it answers: ”Charley’s Place always starts with the very finest ingredients, including a daily variety of fresh fish.”

As for Washington spies and Washington spying from the past, there is, for starters, Harvey’s, a downtown Washington restaurant at 1001 18th Street.

Back in 1950-51 Harvey’s was where Harold (Kim) Philby, then the top British secret service (MI6) officer in Washington, had lunch weekly with James Angleton, then the head of counterintelligence for the C.I.A.

Mr. Philby was later identified as the ”third man” who tipped off the British Foreign Office ”moles,” Guy Burgess and Donald Maclean, that the net of evidence against them was tightening. They fled to the Soviet Union to escape arrest, and later Mr. Philby himself fled.

In his memoirs, ”My Silent War,” Mr. Philby described Mr. Angleton as ”one of the thinnest men I have ever met and one of the biggest eaters.”

”Lucky Jim!,” Mr. Philby wrote. ”After a year of keeping up with Angleton, I took the advice of an elderly lady friend and went on a diet.”

John Scali, an ABC News commentator, made use of several Washington restaurants and the coffee shop in the basement of what was then the Statler Hotel (now the Capital Hilton) in the backstage diplomacy with a Soviet Embassy counselor, Aleksandr Fomin, that is credited with ending the Cuban missile crisis in 1962. Mr. Fomin, who had been a diplomatic source for Mr. Scali, was actually the senior K.G.B. officer in Washington.

Mr. Scali recalled recently that on Friday, Oct. 26, 1962, he got an urgent call from Mr. Fomin to meet for lunch that day at the old Occidental Restaurant on Pennsylvania Avenue next to the Willard Hotel. Over escargots he proposed to Mr. Scali what became the terms for settlement of the crisis: that Moscow would remove the missiles under United Nations inspection if President Kennedy promised not to invade Cuba.

They then met again at the Statler coffee shop, where Mr. Scali brought back the answer from Secretary of State Dean Rusk that the United States was indeed much interested in this formula.

”It was about 7 P.M. in the deserted coffee shop,” Mr. Scali recalled. ”We were both drinking black coffee. Fomin assured me that Rusk’s answer, which I had relayed verbally, would be transmitted immediately to the highest levels of the Soviet Government.”

On the following Sunday evening, after a potentially explosive East-West confrontation had been avoided, Mr. Scali recalled that he and Mr. Fomin ”celebrated” with a good Chinese dinner at still another restaurant, the Yenching Palace at 3524 Connecticut Avenue, just up from the National Zoo.

At Les Trois Mousquetaires

In the late 1940’s, at 820 Connecticut, across from the park at Farragut Square, was another restaurant that figured in a rare confrontation between American and Soviet secret types: Les Trois Mousquetaires, long since torn down to make way for a new office building.

Walter L. Pforzheimer, the retired general counsel of the C.I.A. who is its unofficial historian, recounted the little-known incident the other day in an interview in his Watergate apartment, where he maintains an unusual library of 10,000 books, all about spies:

Two Russian fliers, Pyotr Pirogov and Anatoly Barsov, had defected in 1948. Like the K.G.B.’s Mr. Yurchenko, Mr. Barsov decided sometime later that he wanted to return home. He was told by Soviet officials that he would suffer no punishment if he could bring Mr. Pirogov back with him. Otherwise, he would get seven years.

Mr. Barsov, who had been working closely with United States intelligence, had no desire to return, but did agree to a lunch with Mr. Pirogov. Well before the two defectors arrived, every seat in Les Trois Mousquetaires had been taken by not-so-secret huskies of the United States and Soviet Union, all assigned to protect their charges.

Mr. Pforzheimer said that at one point, Mr. Barsov, who was having trouble making his case to return, moved to strike his luncheon partner.

‘Everyone Started Pushing’

”It was a bedlam,” Mr. Pforzheimer said with some amusement. ”Everyone in the restaurant suddenly rose and started pushing and shoving to get to the man he was trying to protect.”

No one was seriously hurt, however, and the embarrassing matter was quickly hushed up by both sides, he said.

Another required listing in a guide to Washington’s spy spots would be the Bellevue Hotel, at 15 E Street Northwest, a block or so from Union Station.

There, in February 1941, in room 522, another defector, Walter G. Krivitsky, who had been a top Soviet operative in Western Europe, was found dead. His demise was officially adjudged a suicide, but American intelligece officials were convinced he had been slain under direct orders from Stalin after having spilled so many secrets to the United States.

Not all clandestine activity in Washington relates to East-West rivalry.

Sheridan Circle, which is where Massachusetts Avenue starts its gentle climb through Embassy Row, is where a car bomb went off in September 1976 killing Orlando Letelier, the former Foreign Minister from Chile, and his assistant. Nearly everyone associated with Mr. Letelier in his political exile attributed the bombing to the Chilean military leadership.

A few hundred yards up Massachusetts Avenue on the left is the Japanese Embassy, where secret documents were frantically burned on Sunday evening, Dec. 7, 1941.

George Tames, a longtime photographer for The New York Times who was then working for Time magazine, shot the event from a neighboring building. ”It took place in the backyard,” he recalled recently. ”Men in dark suits were rushing out with arm loads of papers, dumping them into smoking garbage cans.”*

Forward 2

Operation Midnight Climax was an operation carried out by the CIA as a sub-project of Project MKUltra, the mind-control research program that began in the 1950s. It was initially established in 1954 by Sidney Gottlieb and placed under the direction of the Federal Bureau of Narcotics in Boston, Massachusetts with the “Federal Narcotics Agent and CIA consultant”[1] George Hunter White under the pseudonym of Morgan Hall.[1][2] Dr. Sidney Gottlieb was a chemist who was chief of the Chemical Division of the Technical Services Staff of the CIA. Under the Cold War and fears of the Soviet Union and China, Gottlieb felt inspired to investigate methods of mind control.[citation needed] Gottlieb based his plan for Project MKUltra and Operation Midnight Climax off of interrogation method research under Project Artichoke. Unlike Project Artichoke, Operation Midnight Climax gave Gottlieb permission to test drugs on unknowing citizens, which made way for the legacy of this operation.[citation needed] Hundreds of federal agents, field operatives, and scientists worked on these programs before they were shut down in the 1960s.*

Operation Midnight Climax was established in order to study the effects of LSD on non-consenting individuals. Prostitutes on the CIA payroll were instructed to lure clients back to the safehouses, where they were surreptitiously plied with a wide range of substances, including LSD, and monitored behind one-way glass. The prostitutes were instructed in the use of post-coital questioning to investigate whether the victims could be convinced to involuntarily reveal secrets. The victims were sometimes fed subliminal messages in attempts to induce them to involuntary actions, including criminal activity such as robbery, assault, and assassination. Many of the CIA operatives involved in the experiments voluntarily indulged in the drugs and prostitutes for recreational purposes.[3] Additionally, information from Wilmington News Journal on October 15, 1978, reports from a FOIA request that, “the spy agency purchased two pounds of Yohimbine hydrochloride… by Dr. Robert V. Lashbrook, the chief aide to Dr. Sidney Gottlieb.” The role of Dr. Lashbrook was to, “monitor and approve materials for Operation Midnight Climax.”[7]

Senate investigators were told that the goals of these experiments were to study mind control and sexual behavior.[8] More specifically, to learn about the secrets of brainwashing to gain control over enemy spies and protect U.S. agents. Other objectives included finding drugs that could incapacitate entire buildings via poisoned food, which would create “confusion-anxiety-fear,”[4] and other symptoms such as headaches and earaches. These drugs could also have amnesia effects, which were intended for use on foreign spies following interrogations and retiring CIA agents.[4] Another aspect they tested was the effect of combining LSD and isolation, where the subjects would be dosed and isolated for months at a time with minimal food and water.[3]**

Footnotes:

*Excerpt from The New York Times

**Excerpt from Wikipedia

***Excerpt from “Heaux-Tel Columbia” written by Renee Ashley Baker. Copyright 2023/2024 by Renee Ashley.  A “Series” to be Published by Amazon Original Stories.

“Heaux-Tel Columbia”  an original short story series is entirely fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental . “Heaux-Tel Columbia” is an original work created by Renee Ashley Baker to be published by AOS (Amazon Original Stories Stories) and may or may not be represented by an agent.