I know.My mom’s expression changed, and she remained silent for a while.Her silence and tension in her eyes gave me some feeling of domination over ...er. I felt brave enough to speak out.Me: Not just that, mom, I have seen you with the guy who lived in our penthouse for rent and with your boss a few years ago.Mom: Please, Abhishek. Stop it. Let’s not talk about it. I don’t even remember what you are saying. Leave it, please.Me: I plead you, mom. I beg of you. Please listen.Mom’s voice got a. Nagar. I need to visit her the next day afternoon . And obviously I was nervous because this is the first time as a gigolo.I texted to her mobile and asked her to call when she is free. Kalpana called me in the evening around 7 pm and I just gave her a friendly talk and I gathered that she worked in a it company as a project manager and got to know about her basic likings.The d day came in and I grabbed a set of condoms and dressed in a very casual jean and t shirt. And about me , i’m a average. The Person moved to one giant Console and entered some Commands.Most of the Screens faded away and showed now information about is latest Projects. Almost all of them were written in Red what meant that they had failed. Behind it there were Pictures of the Person who was responsible for the Failing.He activated another Console and started an automatic Program. He or She called it the Master plan. It was something he/she had hold back for a long time because it would weaken the Global Defence of. The portion of the house above him was intact, or at least the first floor was still in place. The other half had collapsed completely, filling the cellar below it with a mound of rotting wood that ramped up over the sides of the foundation.Arthur raised him higher and he could feel rough wood scraping against the back of his hand and wrist. Tom knew he should be distressed over his predicament, but he couldn't even summon enough curiosity to look up. Arthur held Tom in place with one hand.