15 Slow (1/2)

I came out of the washroom and Priscilla was nowhere to be seen. Her clothes were laying on the bed, which meant that she had left for gym. I went back to the kitchen and threw the glass in the sink. It clanked against the walls of sink before resting in the center of it. I flinched my eyes the entire time it did that, apparently realizing how childish I was being.

I came to the room to raid my closet for some mismatched clothes for today. Since I was going to meet Jango, I decided to wear blue t-shirt and maroon pants. I started stripping when I remembered I hadn't had a shower. But I had too much on my plate to care about that.

I changed my clothes and headed towards the parking. I saw both of Priscilla's cars parked. She had taken my Acura again. I decided that making a good expression would be good for business, so I decided to take her Rolls-Royce instead of Impala. I sat into the car and fired the engine. While the car was warming up, I put my Bluetooth in my ear and called Jango about the meeting. After a bit of talking, he hung up and I called Goodman again. While it rang, I put the car on the road and started heading towards Jango's club.

After ringing four times, he picked up. I inquired about the exact figure I asked him. He gave me the exact figure of $1.16 Million. My place in Miami was costlier than one in San Francisco. I instructed him to put a price tag of $650,000 on my place in Miami and prepare documents for property transfer for my house in San Francisco.

In the meantime, I reached Jango's Club and hung up my call with Goodman. I went inside the club, inspected the location, talked numbers and security including one of my bodyguards to look over age restricted entry. We shook hands, Jango paid $42,000 for three shows, and I exited the building. As I walked to my car, I received a call from Priscilla. I picked up the call,” Hey, why did you leave all of a sudden?”

I could hear her huffing before she started talking,” I thought you were mad and maybe will like some space to yourself.”

I reached the car and resumed the conversation,” Why did you take my car? You have both of yours. Shiny ones. Then why did you take my SUV?

”Just because. I thought it would save me from attention.”

I opened the door and entered the car. ” Well, now I am getting some attention. I took your Royce out for a spin.”

”You said you'd never do that without me. You broke my heart.”

I fired the engine and said,” Well, you have a dinner to look forward. I'll make up for your broken heart there.”

”I'll be looking forward to it.”

I smiled to myself before hanging up and put the car in gear to head towards the bank.

It was in the middle of the dinner when Priscilla's fan came over to our table for her autograph. A young boy accompanied with his father stood next to Priscilla as she autographed his diary. I never grew old of this scene in front of me. People have small desires, and they feel happy even if it is a name on a paper. What it is, is a form of lust and not admiration.

Lust for power?

Lust for fulfilment?

Lust for pleasure?

Lust to satisfy an ego?

a hunger?

to prove a point?