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left on her legs by the wet umbrella. It's dark in the car - only the light from the house shines through the tanned windows. She looks over at her bag on the passenger seat. A corner of the envelope is sticking out. Even in the dark, she can clearly see the structure of the paper.
     
     
    Stuart looks at the driver for a long time.
    "Should I drive around the..."
    The driver's voice fades.
    "It's too late for that now. You should have thought about that sooner. You're not exactly new at this."
    Stuart keeps looking at the driver and slides over to open the door. The driver quickly gets out of the limo. Evy can see his shadow as he hurries past the windows, but Stuart is out of the car before the driver can reach the door. Evy tries to slide over to the door, but her wet dress sticks to the seat. She hears their muffled voices, but when she looks up at them they stop talking. It takes a while before Stuart's smile reaches his eyes. He reaches out his hand to her while the driver holds the door.
    "What do you have to say about the purchase of Viko?"
    Surprised, Stuart turns toward the voice, and looks at the reporter standing beside him on the pavement.
    Stuart turns to the driver.
    "Inside."
    He puts his hand on the stranger's shoulder and leads him down the street.
    "Oops."
    The driver sounds surprised. Then he grabs Evy by the arm and pulls her toward the door. The doorman greets them discretely when he opens the door for them. Evy trips over the doorstep and the doorman has to catch her - the driver just keeps pulling her forward.  The doorman quickly closes the door. He keeps a close eye on Stuart who is still talking to the stranger who has now taken out a notepad. Evy looks at all the shiny marble surfaces and the little fountain in middle of the lobby. Then she feels how the driver's grip on her arm tightens.
    "Here."
    He pulls out a small bag with white powder from his pocket. She looks at it and hesitates. The driver gets annoyed and takes her hand, dropping the bag in it.
    "There’s cameras here. Just take it!"
    Evy looks at the bag, and then she turns her hand over and the bag drops to the floor like a leaf.
    "This killed my sister."
    "But there's hardly anything in the bag."
    He looks at her with surprise, shrugs and bends down to pick it up.
    "Someday you'll need it. Then you can ask for it."
    He pulls out a crumpled card from his pocket.
    "I the meantime, I will give this to someone who'll do anything to get it."
    "What do you mean?"
    Evy stares at him in disbelief.
    "Hmm. Looks like the apple doesn't always fall close to the tree."
    "What do you mean?"
    Evy's speaks loudly now, and the doorman is looking at her. The driver laughs quietly - a laugh that makes Evy feel like she's being choked. The doorman walks over to her.
    "Let me help you. We have a very comfortable sofa over here."
    He points at a heavy sofa behind the plants by the wall. Evy nods.
    "Yes."
    She looks surprised, but the doorman smiles and points to the sofa again. Evy looks out at Stuart and then back at the doorman.
    "Oh."
    Evy looks at the driver and back at the doorman.
    “Yes, I understand.”
    A wind full of big city smells fills the lobby.
    "This is where my humble apartment is."
    Fast steps are approaching, and soon Stuart's arm is around her waist and he quickly leads her through the lobby. He looks back and slows down a little. Then Evy feels the wind from outside again and knows instinctively that the driver has left. The doorman has made sure that the elevator is ready for them, and when the doors close, she can see the driver over the doorman's shoulder. He stops a person in the street and gives him something. Then he puts his hand in his pocket and gives the person his card. The doorman smiles and the doors close. Evy can see their twisted reflections in the steel of the elevator. Stuart seems absent. A small ping and the doors open. After a few seconds, Stuart looks at her with cold eyes and a forced smile.
    "We're almost