038 - Lola Coker

The room was huge and dark. The only source of light came from a large television on the wall which displayed an old video of a woman dancing vigorously to the synth bass sound from the background.

The light from the television illuminated the face of the man who sat in front of it.

Richard Kings watched her every move with deep concentration, his eyes not missing a single beat. Her performance finally ended and just when it reached the usual point where she smiled to the audience while bowing to the audience, he quickly grabbed the remote control from the settee and turned the TV off.

It was like an addiction, a video he had watched over and over again, too many times till he lost count. Till every step she took was engraved in his heart. Each time, he stopped at the same point, not daring to get tortured by her smile.

His phone rang out and he picked it up after a quick sniff for composure.

When he spoke his voice was clear and bossy as usual. “Have you found out who that girl was