Everything was going so well, the following year both girls would be offto university, leaving John and Angela to enjoy life on their own again.Life c...uldn't have been better, until the day the Abdul, a fabulously richArab sheik walked into their shop. At 280 pounds Abdul was an enormousman, at well over 6 foot he towered over John, a man who was use togetting everything his own way, his rude, gruff manner made him quiteintimidating, especially to someone a small as John."Can I help Sir" John. People were clapping anddrumming their feet on the floor. There were even a couple ofBravos! God, they thought it was part of the act, June realized. Herbeautiful face flamed with anger and despair. She stretched outher hands pleadingly and screamed in a powerful voice that cutlike a knife through the din. “It’s true! I’m telling you thetruth. We’re prisoners of a gang. You’ve got to help us!” The applause turned to jeering hoots and catcalls. “Cut. ” She stopped herself from giving more details. The excessive amount of untrue information she was giving out was making her cheeks red but Jenny didn’t seem to notice. “O yeah? What did you guys do?” she asked as she started searching on one of the computers.“Nothing just went to their place and let them have their way with me.” She said looking at the distance.“What?!” Jenny seemed shocked but smiling. “Just k**ding!” she stopped her before she got any louder. She couldn’t believe she had. I guess that was the button I shouldn’t have pushed. Angrily, he slammed the soda bottle down on the table. “Look, ‘Tranquility’ or whatever the hell you call yourself, I’ve taken all the shit I’m going to take from you. Do you understand?” “Listen, ‘detective’ or whatever rank they gave you down at the “cop shop”, I haven’t given you any shit. If you don’t like my answers then don’t ask the questions!” There was a silence in the room. It was that eerie calm before the storm. A big storm was.