“What are you disputing, guys? Did you choose the dishes?” Jo interrupted their considerations.
“Hm…” Mathew nodded.
“Did you order?”
“Yeah…”
“What was the discussion about?”
“Nothing, Jo. We were just wondering how we could imperceptibly go to your apartment and not uncover your home address. It seems like somebody has been following us.” Matthew said, pointing towards the guy, who was standing on the other side of the street, opposite the café, posing as a tourist.
“He looks like one of the team members of Julian’s manager.” Jo was calm. She was sure she saw that guy in the information she had got from her trusted sources. She was even about to step outside to take a closer look at him and confirm his identity.
“That man has been following us from your workplace.” Matthew shared his observations. “He was a
“Here it is.” She said, handing him a bag that looked like a laptop case.He opened it and began to take out various weapons from his jacket and pants. There was a taser, Glock and several magazines, nunchucks, brass knuckles, handcuffs and several different knives.Mike and Matthew were truly amazed. They wondered silently where he had managed to put so many things. Who was he?“Are you in a hurry, Nick?” Elen asked.“No, I am fine, just finished for today.”“Good, so I will take Jo and the guys home first.”“Ok.” He nodded.As Nick unpacked all his pockets and secured all his weapons in his laptop bag, he looked around the car."Have you got anything to eat? I'm very hungry." He asked casually but looked at the boxes with familiar logos.Matthew almost immediately took out a croissant in the napkin and handed it to him.“Only French croissants and
“Jo, you are aware of your own "I". You are self-confident and fiercely stick to your own opinions, views and convictions. You do not succumb to emotions and you are able to stay calm in low-key situations.” Nick said slowly. After taking a sip of water from his glass, he continued:“You are not afraid of changes, or taking challenges or risks. You are a typical, extremely strong personality who is superseded by the present and the future and does not remember the past and failures.”“Correct. Anything else, Mr. Wise?”“I could list your advantages for an hour if you wish, Miss.” He took another sip of water.“So what is the conclusion, Mr. Wise?” She asked mockingly.“You are fucking stubborn, even if you are wrong and you know it. Often even the strongest arguments cannot change your mind on some issues. So yes, I think you are a difficult person to deal with.” As Nick spoke,
Jo was so irritated by the events of that evening that she couldn’t sleep. She wondered if Mike and Matt were driven by an urge to discredit Nick or if all the drinking ‘show’ was caused by the stress of the whole situation with Julian.Was it possible that they were really pissed off by the circumstances? Did they know something that she didn't? It was quite likely that they had hidden some knowledge from her to annoy her unnecessarily.She had so many questions, but she couldn't find a logical explanation so she decided to talk to them seriously the next day in case she missed some facts.Turning from side to side of her bed for at least an hour, she finally decided to get up. ‘There is no point in struggling when I can do something!’ She thought.
When she finally felt a stream of warm water on her neck, she felt relieved. She just closed her eyes and tried to calm down all her senses. She made the mess herself and will have to explain her irresponsible behaviour. She contemplated how much she was guilty of in all this. She was sure that Mike and Matthew were really drunk last night and she didn’t suppose that they would get up before noon. ‘Why do I worry about them? Were they only playing drunk yesterday? How is it possible that they recovered in a matter of hours?’ She had so many questions… She appeared in the kitchen after at least thirty minutes spent in the shower. She was so hungry and had no more intention of hiding. In addition, the smell that was wafting around the apartment indicated that they had
Elen arrived at Jo’s apartment an hour earlier. She was shocked to see Mike, who opened the door for her. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts which were so dirty that it appeared like he had rolled around in mud.“Aren't you going to have dinner with us?” She was confused. Were the guys planning to skip that day's event?“Of course, we’re going. We still have an hour.”She looked him up and down. He was unshaven and mercilessly disheveled. His hair was full of some kind of dust, and his arms and legs were also coated with a chalky powdery dust. He looked as if he was just working on a construction site.“I need twenty minutes to be ready, Elen.”“Oh… Really?”
They arrived almost in silence. The guys in the back seat were not eager to discuss, so Jo didn’t push them. She enjoyed the peace; she only exchanged insights on what was happening in the streets with Elen once in a while.They had a deal they would meet in front of the main entrance to the parking lot near the restaurant Jo had invited everyone to. Until the last moment, she had not revealed where she was taking everyone to dinner.When Eve and Rose saw Jo surrounded by her friends, they weren’t very pleased. It meant they had no way of getting the information they wanted from her.Peter was so happy to see Jo that he didn’t hide his enthusiasm. He had met her a few times on the plane, but had no chance to go out with her, because she was always busy.
Elen was indeed delighted. The Sin, one of the most posh places in the city, was more of a concert club focusing on intimate performances, mostly rock and pop. Also some artistic performances and themed events were organized there during the week.She knew that it would be possible to meet at least a dozen people from the front pages of gossip newspapers, especially over the weekend. She didn't like scandalmongers, but she didn't mind taking a close look at famous people.Elen had been in The Sin many times with Jo at some concerts. She never asked her how she managed to get admission tickets to these usually small, tucked-in parties or gigs with an audience of two or three hundred people, and not thousands, like in big concert halls.&ldq
“Hi, sweetheart. Do you have a problem? Should I pound your comrade?”“Hello handsome. No, I am not in trouble this time.” Jo admitted honestly. “Yet…” She added after a moment of hesitation.“What are you doing here?”“Came for a few drinks with my friends.”“Why didn’t you call and tell me that you'll be coming. I missed you.”“Oh, really?”“Really.”“I don’t believe you! You missed messing around with me.”“That’s right, I missed that too. I want to g