MEETING DERRICK

"I know who sent you," he said again with a resounding laughter that echoed around the house.

Those words sent shrills down her spine as she stood face to face with him. She couldn't believe he was the same man she had known for ages. Though a little aged, his physical appearance was still as in the days of his youth. His broad chest and thick muscles were made visible by the black basic tee-shirt he wore tucked under a black dress pants.

His beards appeared to be dyed with gold, and his right arm bearing a snake tattoo.

Despite his boyish looks, the few wrinkles on his face betrayed him as one could easily tell he was no doubt in his fifties.

She could feel his brown eyes piercing all over her body as the smell from his Cologne filled her nostrils. She kept a straight face as her eyes met with his, no doubt, she was standing before Derrick the man she was here to meet.

She managed to smile despite not knowing if he was telling the truth about him knowing who sent her. She rec