Richie

"Sir, I brought someone to you for accessing" Miriam bowed her head slightly as a young man, obviously in his late 30's followed her behind. It was in the afternoon, just after they finished having lunch and Kate returned to her shell. Richie was sitting on one of the luxurious armchair in the sitting room.

Richie raised his eyebrows as he scanned his eyes from the old lady standing, back to the young man behind her. "Yes?" He said, gesturing for her to continue.

"You said you're in need of a personal assistant sir" Miriam paused a bit. She wanted to add 'after killing John' but she shut her mouth so she won't be the next victim. She continued, "Here he is sir"

"I see" Richie said and chuckled. He accessed the young man poor dressing and could tell he was not in the drug world. "What is your name?" He asked, after checking him out for the hundredth time and wondering what brought him here. After all, he was also wearing a faded jeans trouser and a cheap hoodie.

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