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productive day.” kicking Erin under the table, I hope that we can get her back in the room with us. “Erin encouraged me to buy some items you may like when I show you later.”
     
    The eyebrow shoots up when he says “Mm! That sounds promising.”  and I know exactly what he is thinking. “Anyway, what can I get you ladies to drink? Or is that a daft question?”
     
    Marc eyes the half empty glasses of wine on the table. “A bottle of Pinot it is then.”
     
    The next ninety minutes or so whizz by as we talk about anything and everything. It did take Erin however, at least thirty minutes to say something that wasn't in a gibberish language.
     
    Even though we are able to laugh and enjoy ourselves, I do sense that something is bothering Marc. I realise so much has gone on over the last few days, but I can't help thinking something else has happened that Marc can't tell me about just yet.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Emelie
     
     
    Feeling soft, smooth and refreshed, I tightly wrap a thick, large towel around myself. The aroma from the lavender bath salts, still linger in the modern, spotless bathroom and on my well scrubbed skin. The time I have just spent in the bath, was exactly the time I needed to get my thoughts straightened out in my head. I cannot have Marc Sanders ruin what I and Stefano have built up. We are so close to completion on this. No, I cannot have that happen. We have the medical supply companies lined up and the promotion side of it is coming together, we have too much to lose.
     
    Yanking the towel from around my head, I vigorously start to dry my hair. It seems as though Marc is not the only one I have to worry about either. I have been quite surprised recently, well very surprised actually, at how strong willed Isabel is. Marc's conquests in the past have been far less of a challenge, many only wanting to hang from around his arm as a trophy girlfriend, to spend his money and enjoy the great sex I can very easily imagine, he is very good at. Isabel is different however. There has to be a chink in her armour somewhere. A weak spot , that I can expose.
     
    Throwing the cheaply made, cream towel on to the bed, I sit down next to it as I make my phone call.
     
    “Mario, it is Dr Acerbi. No, not until later, I will call you again a few minutes before. You have to do something else for me in the meantime. I need you to find out what you can on an English woman named Isabel Chambers. No ora! I do not have much more detail, but do what you can. Si, ciao!”
     
    This really is the last thing I need, but if it means a way of getting to Marc, ending this once and for all, then so be it. I really don't care who gets hurt along the way, I am long past caring about that. Just as long as we manage to finish what we have started, I will be satisfied. For the moment I shall carry on, going along with Stefano's plan. We have tomorrow to prepare for, as this is when Marc is to hand over the money.
     
    As soon as he has made the drop, we need to be out of here, out of the country, pronto!
     
    “Damn that man! Damn all of them!” I yell into the silent, still air.
     
    I have even considered leaving Stefano once I have my share of the money in my hands. He'll be no use to me once we are done with all of this.
     
    All of the legal papers have been signed and are with our Avvacato, he cannot stop me from doing anything I want. My mind starts to wander a bit, as the idea of disposing of Stefano, sounds more and more attractive. Getting up, I begin to pace around the room. Wringing my hands and fingers together, I then start to feel my heart pounding within its cage. I should feel wrong, guilty even, to experience the excitement and adrenalin rush I am getting from thinking these dark thoughts. Yet, I don't feel bad or wrong one iota. Hmm! I wonder how great Stefano's greed and need to have the money and fame is? As right now, my appetite for what I want is ever growing. The hunger growls within the