This time I woke up much earlier, I am not going to leave without bathing again, "I must go, mom, please for all you love the most and for world peace ... Be good, Capisci?" I asked her.
“Okay ... I'll do it daughter, I'll be fine, with the explanation they've given me now I know I'm in danger and I can't disobey, I don't want to leave you alone.”
I smile at her fondly, approaching her I give her a hug and a kiss, "I'm leaving, see you tonight, addio." I wink at her and she gives me a beautiful smile.
I leave the hospital and it is early, today I will miss some classes to get the bank account. As I get on the subway, I decide to send a message to my friend.
‘Can you send me the photo of the old man that will take away one of the most important things I have?’
I hit send and sigh, I'm still not sure I'm doing this crazy thing, but what other option do I have? The ringtone of the cell phone takes me away from my thoughts.
‘Here you go, if you think about it, it's not bad at all, look at it in detail. You are intelligent and cunning darling, I know that something will come to mind to pass the moment, remember it is the best option. PS: ONE AND A HALF MILLION DOLLARS.’
I smile when I read my friend's message, I think that when she was little she fell on her head and it didn't look good at all. I open the photo and look at the man in detail, he may be about 70 years old, he is brunette, in the best moments of him you can see that he was very handsome, he has a serious gesture that gives off respect. I see the photo over and over again, but I don't like it.
When I arrived at the general bank, luckily for me, it is empty and they do not delay in attending to me, when I leave I send the account number to the mobile number that my friend sent me, I immediately received an answer.
‘I am eager to close the deal.’
Brief words but they make me rethink what I'm going to do, deep in my thoughts on my way to the bus stop. "Miss Cook?" I heard someone call from a luxurious black car, I immediately put myself on guard and I walk away from there, I do not know that car and much less that man, I am stopped by a giant with a black complexion who is even scary to look at. "Easy, Mr. Hamann has sent me for you, please I must ask you to accompany me."
What is he talking about? I think with a little fear, "I'm not going with you. Who the hell is this Mr. Hamann?"
The man's smile is so serious it makes me wince, “you make deals and don't know who you make them with?"
His question made me curse, “it is my friend who was doing it, she would give me all the information once she saw it, the important thing here is how did you find me?”
The man points to the car, "Mr. Hamann will explain everything you want to know."
I don't know the old man and I already don't like him, “okay, I'll go." Taking out my cell phone, I turn on the GPS and send a message to my friend so that she doesn't lose sight of me. Riding in the car, my nerves attacked me, I was supposed to see him after class, what am I doing? Doubts invade my head.
“We are already here.” The giant says, opening the car door, I leave without hesitation, before me stands a large building in the shape of a screw and covered entirely in glass, it is beautiful. “Follow me please.” We entered the gigantic place, it is impressive and all very luxurious, the security is dressed as the man who guides me, they seem like men in black, only the aliens are walking around. When I get in the elevator, I saw him press the top floor. I am nowhere near meeting the old green man as Carla would say, I am nowhere from signing a fucking paper in which I sell my virginity, the trip in the elevator was tremendously slow and when we finally arrive, a demonic desire to return invades me, but I have to do it so I force myself to walk, the place, as expected, is beautiful, a stunning secretary, everything in that place has style. The giant guides me straight to a dark wooden door and stops.
“He is here?” I ask not very convinced, he nods and I smile, “at least if I'm in danger, I can throw my attacker out the window.” I joked, causing the man to laugh uproariously. Filling my lungs with air, I knock on the door, I hear a loud voice behind it.
“Come in.” One last look at my guide and I am about to enter, the surprise that I get is very great, in front of me there are two men sitting at a huge table, one of them is a man of about 50 years and the other is not more than 33 years, surprised I travel the place with my eyes.
"Good morning, I'm looking for Mr. Hamann.” The older man stands up and approaching me, he holds out his hand. Is it him? Confused, I return the gesture and give him a nervous smile.
"I'm Marcus, Mr. Hamann's lawyer. Are you Miss Cook?" I nod and he smiles. “First of all I regret having made you come without prior notice, your friend made it easy for us to locate you and I couldn't help bringing you here, before you is Mr. Hamann.” My eyes follow the man's hand and dark and captivating attacks (eyes) awaited me, the man before me, Mr. Hamann, is not what I expected. Dislocated, I frowned, “Please take a seat,” he invites me, leaving my thoughts and my confusion aside, that imposing man does not take his eyes off me, he is sitting right at the end of the table and I at the other end, we do not stop looking at each other, we do not say a word and it is clear that neither of us intend to introduce ourselves. "Mr. Hamann, Miss Cook,” the lawyer introduces, without paying attention I hold that dark look that does not want to let me escape from his captivity.
"I never thought she would be so childish,” says that brunette with his thick and raspy voice, just when I hear him my body trembles, giving a shock that goes to my sex, my legs squeeze one with the other. What is this? I ask myself.
"And I never believed you were in such ... good condition," I answer in my low tone of voice.
"You shouldn't believe what you see behind a screen,” he looks at me seriously, but his eyes show mockery.
Tilting my smile and still looking at him, I answer, "I'll tell you the same, sir, you can't always believe what you see behind a screen, I could very well be a man looking for another, don't you think?" I like this seriousness about him, if he says I'll say it too.
"It is clear that you are not."
“Well, let's proceed with the agreement, each guideline you have written will be respected, Miss Cook, if at the time of signing you do not agree with something, you can let me know to reach an agreement. Is that clear?”
I nod and take the sheets he hands me, "how urgent, Mr. Hamann, to the point that you already have everything ready." I say sarcastically, I can't help it.
“Let's say that I am like a child, when they see a toy they like, they immediately want to buy it and when they get home without thinking they start to enjoy it.”
I smile at the stupid comparison he made, “I hope you know how to play, remember that toys can be damaged and sometimes when used very unruly, it can even cause damage,” I reviewed the contract, apparently everything will be fairly easy. Now that I know him, I don't know if I would have preferred the old man in the photo.
"Do you know that you are passive aggressive? Your voice appears sweet, but your words are aggressive and hurtful.”
I look away from the contract and our eyes are captivated by each other, “did you think that for having this appearance I would be a good, sweet and shy girl?”
Without looking away and with his serious gesture, he comments, “it is clear to me that if you are selling your virginity that you are not at all."
Hearing that hurts me, he thinks wrongly of me, “the good thing is that when you buy it you make it clear to me that you are equal to or worse than me.” I smile at him, he didn't like what I say, but whoever wears brings.
"Do you always have to have an answer for everything?"
My smile becomes more sly, “why shouldn't I?" I ask back, his lopsided smile making me swallow hard.
"Do you know that you will be mine once you sign that contract and you will be at my mercy?" Dropping the pen and settling into the chair, I rest my hands on the gigantic dark mahogany table.