I didnt like it. When we were in the bar first off, she had a string of men coming to chat to her constantly - asking about her next work shift etc et... I was blanked and just sat there sipping my drink. After 20 mins or so, I spotted a girl I knew from a previous job so walked over to catch up. We had a laugh for a few mins and my ex college asked if I knew the girl at the bar. I turned about and she was leaning again the bar, arms crossed with the most pissed off look on her face. So, I said. Twenty minutes, alone, with the pastor! Who would not want to be in the same room, breath the same air, talk directly to the one and only Bianca D Rosen? So on this Sunday I was happy and excited. I was wearing a pink and white buttoned down long sleeve floral shirt with white pants and white sandals (yo, size 12 feet do not fit in heels). I was dancing, smiling and praying through the whole service. My whole being vibrated with excitement because I knew that I was going to meet with the. 'She walked away towards one of the cupboards in front of me and returned pulling on latex gloves. She pulled over a chair and sat down.'I suppose I should tell you who I am, well Maggie and I went to school together, we have always been best friends and her darling daughter Emily is my goddaughter.'I looked at her, wanting to scream for help.'Maggie has told me what a pathetic but very rich wimp you were, she has had to sleep with you, oh my god it must have been awful for her. I supplied the. Mr Tradenko looked at me."The young lady, is, of course, my daughter."The only thing that I could think of was a Boeing 747, packed withbusiness rivals, missing a wing and spiralling into the side of a snowymountain in the Urals. I found myself trying to remember the finaldeath toll of that one. Forty? Sixty? All I could remember were the"Flying Palace Carnage" headlines in the newspapers and the hammeringthe markets had taken over the next week or so. The 747 was a goodexample of the Tradenko.