At night Neetu didn’t complain anything, which was a confusing question like always. Was she been seduced, forced, raped or she was willing. Or migh... be she invited them inside. Anyways I dropped the thought to question her and went to sleep.Next day I reached office and came back after an hour. Not for any special purpose but to check Neetu out. I parked my bike at the garage, and came to my house direction. I reached near my house and hid myself behind a tree, which was having thick shrubs. ”He stood up and left. I sat there at the bench thinking over every word. Every look on his face that I was able to catch before I looked away in shame and sorrow. The sun began to set after I had been there for hours. I made the walk back home, my joints stiff from sitting still for so long.In my bed, I stared at the ceiling. Tears came to my eyes all to easily and I just let them roll-off. I didn’t force them, but I didn’t stop them. It was a gentle slow cry. I reached for my phone and texted. The cafeteria fare wasn’t bad, and when Arthur Petitjean looked at what he had to pay for it, it was quite good. Belly full, mood relaxed, Arthur entered his office and again grimaced at the garish chair. Throughout the day, for reasons he could not explain, he constantly saw images of the attractive Asian girl sitting in the chair. Most of the time, he saw her performing routine office duties, and sometimes he saw her in lewd acts of exhibitionism and masturbation. Right at 5:00 pm, Paula. She was so excited when he asked her to take the lead on this newest project and meeting with the homeless shelter’s administrator Mike Simpson and one of the firm’s partners, Dinah Cohen meant that she was truly in charge. She arrived early and although fully prepared was anxious about the meeting. Unknown to her, John had given her the confidence and intelligence to handle this project and to act on his behalf. Nevertheless she was eager to get this first meeting underway. In his best blue.