short hesitant knock on the door. Grossen blows out a cloud of smoke. Finally. A bit longer and he’d gave up waiting.

  “Come in,” he orders.

  Young redhead woman enters the room. She was probably getting ready for bed when she got a call. Messy hair talks for itself. A bit dishevelled look suits her though. Badly arranged cleavage makes even bigger accent on her breasts, enticing Grossen’s sight. His eyes wander over her voluptuous figure. Satisfying enough.

  “Come here,” gestures Grossen.

  Girl immediately complies and strides through a posh old money style study, not daring to look up. She stops besides Grossen’s chair.

  “Take off your clothes and kneel.”

  The girl slowly unzips her dress and moves her thighs in a tempting dancing mode.

  “I don’t need the show. Just do your job.”

  Grossen unbuckles his belt, leaning back as the girl kneels at his crotch.

  “You may start.” He takes a sip of his neat whiskey, gripping girl’s red hair.

  Loud chokes follow as he presses her head to his crotch.

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  “Deeper,” orders Grossen, getting impatient. He looks at redhead’s empty eyes, welled with water. Another disappointment. He tightens his grip, accelerating the process. A few seconds and he finally releases all his tension.

  “You may go,” Grossen buckles back his pants. Dismissed girl quickly puts on her messed up dress and rushes out. At least it was fast and painless. A real blessing nowadays.

  Grossen pours himself more whiskey. Sex didn’t take away his tension. It works worse and worse every time. Terrible surprise since the only thing he doesn’t have is time.

  “Sir?” robotic voice interrupts the tensed silence.

  “What is it?”

  “Your vitals seem a bit low. You’ll need to-”

  “Dismissed,” growls Grossen gulping more of that tasteless whiskey. The only thing he needs is to find the solution.

  “Sir?”

  “One more health note and I’ll mute you,” warns Grossen.

  “Understood, sir. But it’s your sister. Routine presence check found her missing from the mansion quarters.”

  Grossen slams the fist on the table.

  “Damn it! Stupid little girl! Give me Eric. Immediately.”

  Grossen paces around the room. Taking Zahra on this trip was a huge mistake. Probably some side affect of pity, which now messes up his plans and gives him a tremendous headache.

  Eric knocks on the door in three minutes. Dishevelled, a tad sleepy, ready to serve. Obviously, the best chief of security Grossen had ever had.

  “Sir? I got a notice about the incident. How do you want to proceed?”

  “Bring her back before dawn. No one should see you. I don’t need any gossip. This morning is too important for that.”

  Eric nods and turns on the tracking system on his watch, “I’ll get my guys.”

  “No.” Grossen steps forward. “No guys, Eric. Keep it simple and quiet.”

  “Copy, sir.” Eric rushes out of the room, not making any sound.

  “I appreciate it, Eric.”

  Grossen takes a sit at the table and loads the map holograms. Another sleepless night awaits him.

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  Grossen's world is full of power plays and shadows and tonight, his plans may start falling apart faster than he expects.

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