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Chapter 5. "One Look at Her."

You become a real geisha when you can stop a man with one look.

"Memoirs of a Geisha."

On behalf of Edmund:

I was on my way to my house when my friend Sean called me on the way.

- Hey there, brother. - I heard my friend's cheerful voice, and it was clear he wasn't sober.

- Have you looked at the time Sean?

- What's wrong with the time?

- You're already up, and it's not even midnight. You promised me...

- I'm sorry... - I heard my friend's sad voice, and I knew he was hurt, and for not keeping his promise again.

It was a couple of years ago, when Sean had been dumped by a fool and was literally banging his head against the wall, I tried to calm my friend down, but it was no use. The only thing he asked of me was that I kill her and bring her corpse to him... but of course he was refused, for I was not a murderer and in general I avoided such people. From the outside I may have seemed cruel, in some ways rude and scary, but in reality I wasn't... After what had happened to my friend, I went to his house, because at one point he had stopped picking up his phone and returning my calls... I went into his apartment and found Sean lying unconscious on the floor with money wrapped in a tube and a pile of cocaine all around him, I had no idea Sean was doing anything like that. I immediately called a private ambulance and they took him away, he was in a coma for a couple of days, and one day he woke up.

After that, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't let Sean anywhere near drugs for an instant, and a friend himself made me a promise. But as I see it, it was all for naught...

- I'll be there by nightfall, I have a couple of things to do now. - I answered monotonously, and his friend sighed.

- Well, I'll wait. I'll see you tonight. - He said and dropped the call.

I headed to my car service to drop off my baby and then drive to the office afterwards.

- No way... - my boys started laughing when I stopped by. - Boss, what happened?

- Don't ask... - getting out of the car, I answered.

- I'm sure it wasn't your fault, right? - Asked Mike.

- Yes, Mike, you're right. A hen hit me," I answered, and the image of the unkempt woman appeared in front of me...

- Now that's what I call driving skills. - A friend started laughing.

- Do her? - I asked.

- No problem, a couple of weeks.

- Are you laughing?

- No.

- Okay, I'll have to drive with a driver. Thank you. - I responded by walking out of the workshop and calling for my driver.

I like to drive myself, enjoy the ride and be completely alone and quiet, but now I will have to forget about it for a couple of weeks.

My driver arrived, picking me up we headed towards the office.

I went in and quickly took the elevator up to my office. As I walked in I met Sandra.

- Hi, Ed. - She was sitting in my chair in a rather gaudy shirt.

- You didn't say you were coming. I won't be long, so what do you want now? - Pulling out the files I need related to my car, I said.

- I missed you... - She stood up and came over to me, her hands resting on my shoulders and her whole body pressed against me, - I haven't seen you for so long, where have you gone?