”“Who?”“Sorry darlin’. Can’t tell you.”And with that they crammed themselves into the lift and the door shut. She watched the numbers as...it rose and was surprised they went to the top floor. She heard the hammering on the door and the shouting, then there was silence. She went back into the flat and locked up.She couldn’t understand it. Victor was obviously rich, but seemed to have strong morals; how could he be guilty of crimes? She finally convinced herself that it must have been a mistake on. ” She replies humbly. “Are you sure? You haven’t done anything bad? Such as…” He pauses for a moment. “Calling me a brat? Because I was a bit late telling you our dinner plans?”. “Well uhm… Maybe…” She replies slightly hesitant. “Maybe… what?” He asks a little louder. “Maybe… my Prince” She corrects herself. “Maybe isn’t the answer I was hoping to hear… was it?” He asks. “Oh who am I k**ding! Of course I know better, I know my brat. She has called me a brat in her mind and probably does so even. Nothing happened, but after about an hour, a strange feeling began to well up from the pit of my stomach. It was a great, slow lethargy like that brought on by the lack of sleep. But I was not tired. I rose from the chair and looked down at the book; the words on the page began to move and spin, swimming before my eyes sickeningly so that I had to look away. I grasped the edge of the desk to steady myself then, to my horror, I found that I could hardly move my legs. I struggled with the desk. "Two laps freestyle sound good?" She looks over at me. "Yeah, sounds great." We both get into our diving positions."On three. One, two, three!" I yell out and we both dive in. I move through the water as swiftly as possible alongside her for the first lap. When we take out flip turns at the shallow end of the wall, she manages to kick off harder than me and gets ahead by about three feet. I try to pick up my speed and catch up to her, but it is too late. Her hand hits the wall a second before.