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“Charles, do you know what we haven’t done in a long time?” Dominique asked.
“I think I know, but you should remind me again,” Charles said kiddingly.
With her eyes wide open, she turned to him, ripped off his shirt and stood there admiring his physique.
“Does that help you remember?” she said.
“It’s slowly coming back to me,” he said coyly. “Now, if I remember exactly, the belt comes off first, then the sweater.”
“You are so sharp, Charles,” she said bemused by his comment.
Dominique walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water. On her way back, she passed the blinking telephone and decided to answer the message.
“Hello, Dominique, this is Taniya. I have some bad news for you. Please call me. I need to talk to you.”
Dominique was suddenly in a panic. She knew that her sister, who was wild in everything she did, was living somewhere in Paris.
“Mr. DeMarco, our slot machines are still paying off too well, no matter what I do,” said the floor Manager.
“How much so far?” Franco said.
“So far around fifteen million dollars,” the floor Manager said.
“What the hell is happening here?” Franco screamed into the phone, frustrated because he wasn’t there. “I’m leaving Lucerne right now and should be in Paris by tonight.” And he slammed down the phone.
Ulrich left the restaurant, walked outside, and looked in each direction. He made a call to a phone number he hadn’t called in months.
“I wish to speak to Taniya please,” he asked.
“Hello, this is Taniya, can I help you?”
“This is Ulrich Pasternoff,” he said with venom in his voice. “Two of my bodyguards were just killed almost right in front of my family!”
“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Taniya said calmly.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Ulrich said angrily. “I have a very big file about all of our dealings when Apollo was alive! I will not hesitate to use them if you don’t leave me alone!”