Chapter 4 : my town

Chapter 4 : my town

Fabiola

I'm getting back on track with my life, with the dinners I attend, costume balls, parties, everything is going well overall. Except that I am no longer the same, I feel a lack that I cannot explain. Everything is gray in my eyes, during dinners, or balls I sometimes catch it from men, whom I bring to the hotel for a night of passion. The next morning I left them unsatisfied, left wanting more.

Carelessly throwing banknotes on the table, and continuing on my way.

Two months have passed since my return from my trip, with the sale of opiates, drugs, and my businesses

import of finished products, after processing in other companies of raw materials into finished products.

I don't have time for myself.

Today it's another invitation to a masked ball, I'm exhausted, but Jorgi asks me to make a little effort, to be able to meet potential clients there.

We arrive quite late, but the room is still crowded. We slip between people, we find a table reserved for us and we sit there.

I have a glass of champagne.

And look around me a little, to see who I recognize and who I don't.

My heart leaps in my chest.

I think I recognize this silhouette, even though I've only seen it once, its image is engraved in my head.

Our eyes meet, he seems uncertain, he raises his cup to greet me

I do the same, but he doesn't come near me, I see our bodies intertwined again, I'm dying to do it to me again, I can't resist the urge to approach from him . Even if he is accompanied. It doesn't matter to me.

As I approach he turns to me and smiles, this smile melts my heart of stone. I speak:

- Excuse me, you look familiar, haven't we seen them before somewhere?

- No, I do not think so,

His voice is cold, impersonal. I am charged.

- Excuse me then, have a good evening.

- Wait, maybe you're right.

Chapter 6

Fabiola

His voice is cold, impersonal. I am charged.

- Excuse me then, have a good evening.

- Wait, maybe you're right.

- Pardon ?

- You remind me of someone!

- It's true ?

I'm happy he remembers me.

- Yes, you remind me of a little thief, who tried to scam me.

- You say ? a thief ?

- Yes, when I tried to get my hands on her, she escaped.

- So... according to you, I look like a thief that you knew, ok, have a good evening.

I am leaving immediately the place where he is, what a shame!

He ruined my evening. I thought he remembered me. The bastard.

I return home disappointed, sleep flees me, I have no friends, in our world, friendship does not exist.

I call Jorgi:

- My brother, are you coming for a last drink with me?

- I'm coming, you don't look like yourself.

He comes a few minutes later.

- So what's bothering you, my darling?

- Sometimes I feel so alone since my parents died.

- I know, they were all for you, good parents, great friends.

We help ourselves to glasses of liquor.

- We need an executor, you know ours is seriously ill

he is even on the verge of death.

- Why didn't dad provide a replacement?

- He had a replacement, you seem to have forgotten that he fell in combat last month.

- What do you propose ? Do you have any candidates to suggest to me?

- I have a few names in mind!

- Very good, you present them to me tomorrow.

- It's been a few days since you had sex, what's going on?

- Hoo, nothing, I'm getting a little too tired of these one-night stands.

My ideas are more about expanding our territory.

- But you already have control of all of Brazil, how do you want to further expand something that is already big?

- I'm not talking to you from here, but outside the country. We have legal businesses why not create sircusales, in Europe, America or even Asia?

- Come to think of it, it's a good idea.

- We will each meditate separately to find ideas, in a month we will meet to put them together.

- Very well, we'll do it like this.

- You know that the President of the Republic called my number again, why is it my number that you gave him?

- I had to give him a valid number. So I thought of you.

- He says he wants to talk to you, that it’s urgent

- Leave me alone, all he wants is to fuck me.

- He's not bad, he's a handsome man.

- I know, but I only want him to be even more clingy after the act, and he's not my type.