It was way past midnight at the streets of Paris. Surprisingly for the city as big as this one, the street was empty, except for a single woman on it. She was walking down the centre line of the road, right along the white markings of the road that split the road into two opposing flows of traffic. Her walk was fast and full of exaggerated movement, shaking her expensive white fur on her shoulders and the designer bag in her right arm. She was frustrated, angry and even more disappointed. The anger could even be heard in the clang of her gorgeous high heels against the asphalt.
"He is going to kill me," she said angrily for herself. She was speaking out-loud, but no-one but her was there to hear her groaning. "I can't believe he would cheat on me with her! And her! How dare he?! Am I alone not enough?" she exclaimed all the while continuing her walk. The anger overflowing her mind from top to bottom resonated with her walk and made her quickly stumble. She managed to pick herself up before falling entirely and continued on her angry crusade.
A sound of a car could be heard from behind her -- soon the lights of the car illuminated the back of the girl, fully reflecting from her white fur -- and then the car finally got to her. It stopped right next to the girl -- it was a taxi -- the glass window lowered itself and a friendly looking taxi driver has asked her "Where are you heading, miss? Would you like a ride?"
"Yes please," replied the Girl with all her remaining patience, "Can you please drive me to Quai de la Mégisserie 8?" As she got into the taxi she finally hit "send" to the long text message she had been typing the last couple of minutes with the exact same address at the end of it.
As they got there, the Girl took out the credit card of her "cheating scum of a boyfriend" and paid for the ride with a hefty tip on top. "He can afford it," she said. She then got out and approached the massive door of the building she had ordered the driver to. She opened the door with ease as it had already been open -- she had already known that, because she had seen the black Roll's Royce parked near the house -- one that she knew all too well.
Inside of the house, she began climbing up the long staircase of the old Parisian building. On top, there was the door of the apartment she had intended to get to this entire night. After taking a deep breath in a quiet celebration of finally getting there, she opened the door.
The room was as tidy as always. The sleek design of the apartment was unmistakable, her Employers always knew how to design the room for the tastes of modern fashion. After stepping through the entrance, the Girl was quick to navigate herself towards the living room of the apartment. There, at the end of the room, leaning against the open window stood a man -- he was dressed in an expensive looking black suit, even the shirt was black, the Girl knew that without having to look at him because it was not the first time meeting the man -- he was smoking a cigarette.
"Well," said the Man without looking back to see if she was finally there -- the clang of the high heels gave her away anyways -- "do you want a smoke?" he finished.
The Girl, now in a calmer state than before, slowly approached the man and leaned against the window right next to him. She took the cigarette that he had in his hand into her mouth and then reached with her face towards the light in the Man's other hand to light the cigarette up. After taking a long puff, she finally felt ready to talk. "He cheated on me! Can you imagine?" the Girl said in a tone as if she could not believe the words herself.
"No, not really, I cannot," shrugged the man. He took a puff as well and exhaled the smoke, the wind picked it up and flew around his face for a little while. "He really is a pig, huh."
"That's what I have been saying! If only you could see his face having fun with all of those girls -- they clearly look worse than me, you know?" She looked at the man with a longing stare, waiting for his confirmation, "You know?"
"Yeah, I know," said the man confirming. After another hit of the cigarette, almost finishing it, he asked the Girl, "So, is there any idea what we are going to do now? Do you think this is going to hinder our plans?"
She chuckled, "No, not really -- he is not suspecting anything really," she was also nearing the filter of her cigarette, "It's just I get a night off with a little tantrum." She smiled, "Oh my Goooood he is so annoying and disgusting -- I honestly cannot stand him! I really wish we finish up with him and would never see his face ever again!"
The Man looked down and also chuckled -- he was clearly in a more uplifting mood, "Haha, so everything is actually fine -- we were not found out?"
"Yea, I just felt like it was a good opportunity to meet you," the Girl grinned while looking directly in the Man's eyes. "But the anger from him cheating on me is genuine," she looked away from the Man as she said that.
"I see. Well, it is always a pleasure to meet you, Diane," all of the tension has escaped the man fully. "If we are here anyways, can you at least orally report the current situation as it stands?"
Diane nodded and then leaned onto the window frame with her back and then began speaking: "The Idiot does not suspect a thing. I have gone through his private and work phone and recorded all the conversations relevant to us." She started making rounds behind the man, touching him by his shoulders "The Good. The Bad. And the Ugly."
The Man turned and grabbed her by her forearms, smiling playfully, "but I see you did not oversee all of his movements, he has managed to hide an affair behind your back," he knew that would rile Diane up.
"Yes! And I could not forgive him for that! I swear he holds his texts to other girls more private that any of his company's information!" she exclaimed. "I agree, I need to look around more thoroughly again, but I doubt there's even bigger dirt on him than the one we already have..." Her face lit up, "Waaait, why not take the hidden camera's recordings of him cheating on top of everything else? Surely that would add to our blackmail," continued the girl, proud of her idea.
