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Someone Was There #9

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I roll over and over. I tumble and fall. I wake with a shock. My head hurts. I am lying on the floor.Disorientated, I take in my surroundings. Everything seems very familiar. I realize I have fallen out of bed. Looking at the clock on the bedside shows me it is time to get up.I arrive at work fed, washed and dressed. The morning passes in a pleasant enough fashion. A little before lunchtime I get a phone message.‘Hi on my way to the airport don’t forget the phone call. Rose x,’ I read.I make a mental note to do this when I get back from my break. A second message arrives.‘Hello, everything good just missing you not spying on you, Jen xx,’ I read more than once.Lunch break over and back at my desk I send replies to both Rose and Jen. There remains one phone call to make but not until after 14:00. There is plenty of administrative work to keep me busy. So much so, that it is 14:30 before I get round to calling the number on my little piece of paper.I make the call. A voice answers, “Hello, who is this, please?”“Hi,” I say, “is that Louise?”“Ah hello, thanks for calling back,” I hear Louise say.“No problem,” isvecbahis I tell her.“You have changed your phone number. That is why I did not recognize you until you spoke,” Louise explains.“Yes,” I say, “yesterday I called on a friend’s phone.”“Of course,” she says. “Rose.”I cannot help but wonder how she knows this.“So,” she continues, “I guess we should meet and then we can talk about you having this phone number.”“Okay,” I reply, “care to tell me where you have in mind?”“This evening.” She asks, “Are you busy?”“Not especially,” I reply.“Good, can I phone you at six?” she replies. “I can send a driver when you confirm your availability.”Taken aback somewhat, I say to Louise, “This is all very cloak-and-dagger sounding.”“Sorry about that,” she replies. “Hopefully, your mind can be put at ease later. I look forward to meeting you.”That said, she terminates the call before I have a chance to reply. I continue to reflect on this conversation during the rest of the afternoon.I am home, showered and fed. 6:00 p.m has arrived. Punctually the phone rings out as if in distress.“Hello,” I say, “is that Louise?” I immediately isveçbahis giriş think that I might sound overly expectant and anxious. I resolve to be more thoughtful during the rest of the night.“Yes, it is,” she informs me. “Are you able to see me this evening?”“I am,” I say. “You make this seem so intriguing I have cleared the decks for you.”I decide that such forthrightness is a strength, not a weakness.“I do appreciate that the car will be with you in ten minutes,” she tells me, “or is that too soon?”“Ten minutes is fine,” I reply before asking, “Will the driver ring the doorbell?”“Of course; they are discreet, not Uber drivers,” Louise says to me.The doorbell rings. I exit to be greeted by a discreet giant dressed in black.“Louise sent you?” I ask him.“Yes, sir. Louise gave instructions for your conveyance,” he says, politely gesturing to a black limousine at the curbside.We climb inside. The car sets off. I appreciate the quality and luxury of the vehicle.“Help yourself to refreshments and amenities as you will,” the driver politely intones over the intercom.“Thank you,” I reply. “How long isveçbahis yeni giriş is the journey?”“We should arrive within half an hour, sir,” the driver replies reassuringly.The smooth motor pulls up and stops outside an anonymous gray office block.“This is your destination,” the driver informs me. “Press the entry buzzer for access to the building.”“Thank you,” I say to the driver before proceeding to the doorway and following his instructions. I enter the building. As promised, the concierge greets me. He directs me to the elevator before informing me to go to Floor 6, Suite 4. I do this. Alighted from the lift I follow discreet signs to Suite 4. I press an intercom at the doorway and a voice I recognize as Louise’s bids me enter.I walk through a small vestibule and go into a large open plan space. It looks almost like a hotel. Everything has a look of quality.My eyes focus on Louise as I say, “I do appreciate quality.”“You are looking at me when you say that,” she laughs impudently.She is wearing a short white housecoat. Her desirable curves are evident through it. Her long black hair is cut neatly and has a floating effect.“Shall we have a drink and move past the pleasantries?” she asks in a very straightforward way.I see bottles of wine, both red and white, on a tidy counter.“That seems pretty reasonable,” I say in reply.

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