There was no reply to that until five slow minutes had elapsed.I'm suited, white shirt and tie. Car full of carpet samples and paperwork all over the ...ront seat. I'm a rep. Nobody notices a Rep. There's at least three other Reps here.At quarter to eleven Chubb phoned."In place, Boss. Passed Gary. Looks perfect for the part, driving a Mondeo. Bloody millions of those on the road." He rang off and immediately Spag phoned."On the spot, Boss. I'll call again when there's something to report." He. Outside was raining. Not a heavy rain, just a windy drizzle calculated by Saint Peter or whoever mans the weather station in heavens to wet you to the bones. I set my brisk pace to a trot. Four short blocks and two long blocks. I know, I know. Walking is good for my health.Our house was in sight. Only one block for a dry place and a dinner made by my wife. She was a good cook and I was starving. Spending a whole day in meetings wear me to the bones and dosen't allow for a real lunch.I let me in. “ ... what the fuck?”Yeah, what the fuck Jack? Stop playing with fire, and let the volatile explosive in heels leave.“Not everyone is like Viktor.”“Kid, you have to have a death wish. Let go before I—”“I’m doing you a favor, Athalia, because everyone in a ten-mile radius can see how deep you are in your hatred, to the point you can’t see out of it. You’re at the point of reflex, where it’s a part of how you think, how your subconscious works, to hate. If you pulled your head out of the black. ‘So, Jennifer,’ Eric said, ‘are you going to introduce us to these fine young men?’ ‘Oh, I’m sorry.’ She went over to Eric and whispered something into his ear. Eric nodded, and Jennifer backed off. ‘Eric, Angela, Sherry, Jason, may I introduce to you Yolanda Chu, Jeriku Chan, and Tommy Queen. Friends, meet Angela Sanders, Sherry Princeton, Eric Thomlinson, and my boyfriend Jason Manacek. The seven shook hands with each other, then separated again. ‘I am glad Jennifer made friends here,’ Eric.