In this scene, Quantum Security boss, Everton, is showing Felisha her guard duties at the Oakville mansion when she attempts to seduce him

   The minute they set off down the path, Felisha began a charm offensive. “Boss, I’m sorry we started off on a sour note. I was very upset that my investigation into the Gallaway Gorgons had come to an abrupt end and that you guys might have had something to do with it. You don’t know how it feels to have the rug pulled out from under your feet after ten months of hard work.”

   “Who says I don’t? Fifteen years ago, I had a good thing going that could have translated into a legitimate business, well, me, Wayne and another guy name Trevor. We used to control security at all the clubs downtown until one night at Platinum Lounge when a fight broke out and three people got killed. You remember Platinum Lounge?”

   “Nope. My family had moved out to Calgary when I was thirteen. I only came back to Toronto about five years ago.”

   “Well, while trying to break up the fight, I ended up braking one guy’s arm and another guy’s leg. I was charged but got off with probation.”

   “Don’t you hate it when the police punish the wrong people?”

   “You should know; you were an officer.”

   “Touche.”

   “The whole incident ruined my life. Luckily, I managed to get some other security work and I built myself back up to eventually meet, Mr. Phillips who wanted to start a security company and hired me to help him.”

   Felisha placed her hand on his forearm and they both stopped. “That’s a great recovery story. I wish that something like that could happen to me,” she stated in a sympathetic tone.

   “Yeah, but why are you touching my arm? he asked.

   “Don’t get so defensive. I’m just trying to be nice.”

   “You are my employee. That’s inappropriate,” he stated and they resumed walking.

   “I wish I knew someone like you back in the day. Your wife is a very lucky woman,” Felisha resumed her charm offensive.

   “Why do you say, back in the day? You’re still young; there are lots of guys your age out there that you can develop a good strong relationship with?”

   “Do you idolize, Mr. Phillips?” she asked.

   “I respect him. I don’t think that’s a form of idolization.”

   “How do you feel about him having two wives? Wouldn’t you like to have two wives as well. Or maybe a wife and a mistress?”

   They reached the tranquil lakeshore, the soft lapping of water against the wooden dock greeted them. Darkness hung over the lake while back from where they came, rows of solar lights led to the dark silhouette of the enormous mansion. He noticed the mischievous glint in her eyes. “You’re a smart one, aren’t you? I see what you’re getting at, Felisha, but shut it down. It won’t work,” he replied, his tone firm but laced with a hint of uncertainty. He could take advantage of the situation but it could also signal his inevitable downfall.

   “It will be our little secret,” she coaxed, her voice smooth as silk. “No one will know. I promise. I’ve been told I have a soft heart and a good brain, if you catch my drift.”

   He raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting as he tried to redirect the conversation. “So, here’s what I need you to do,” he said, his voice steady. “Every hour or so, just come down here and do a visual scan of the shoreline. You don’t have to step onto the beach; you can stay right here on the dock. Walk out to the end for a better look, even.”

   Felisha turned to face him; her tone conspiratorial. “I can show you my WHO profile. I’ve been completely clean since ’59. You won’t be bringing home any diseases to your wife.”

   He shook his head, a frown deepening on his face. “I knew this was a bad idea,” he murmured.

   Undeterred, Felisha stepped forward, her hand grasping the front of his pants, her touch both bold and electrifying. “Stop resisting. Admit it, I’m the sexiest woman you’ve ever seen. I saw the way you looked at me at the basketball game,” she purred, her sultry tone hanging in the air like a sweet perfume.

   “My wife is sexier,” he shot back, stepping away, but the tremor in his voice betrayed him.

   With a swift movement, she seized his hand, her fingers clicking off the flashlight and plunging them both into a cloak of darkness. The world around them fell silent, the only sound the soft rustle of leaves and the distant call of a loon. She knelt down, her intentions clear as she reached for his zipper, but he pulled away once more, the tension thickening between them.