Chapter 8
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Having ended her exile to the toilet to go through with the staged breakup with Rober, she is still confused and even more conflicted when leaving the stall. Announced by a ping she gets Henry's text message, telling her not to second guess herself.
Strengthen by Henry's advice the inner conflict comes to an end only to leave more questions behind.
-What is wrong with him? Didn't I text him the script for our public breakup?- She asks herself checking her friend book profile for the message she had to send him half a month ago when he was promoting the final movie in Asia.
-What the actual fuck?- Sarah is shocked by what she finds in her chat history with Robert. Not only was her original message to him not send, worse a part of her e-diary from way back when she actually wanted to try out a real relationship with the male co-star of her first blockbuster movie. The co-star being Robert.
-Fuck. How did this happen?- Sarah asks herself remembering that her mother as her manager monitors her friend book profile Sarah instantly sees red. -Mother dearest!-
Ignoring the still smoldering Robert Sarah storms out of the cafe only telling him when leaving. ''No and we are done with each other!''
Taking the first cap she can get, Sarah drives back to the Kyle estate to confront her mother. Storming the estate she finds her mother lounging at the pool, flaunting her well maintained for her age body dressed in a reviling black bikini and sipping on an ice tea while wearing black sunglasses and a huge white hat.
-Classic trophy wife attire of choice for this summers modern Milfs.- Sarah thinks while asking Cynthia: ''Mom what have you done?''
''What do you mean?'' Asks her mother innocently while ogling the pool boy.
''Mom really?!...'' She asks her before showing her chat history with Robert, more specifically the deleted breakup script.
''You are welcome...'' Answers her mother her while erotically moving on her lounger. ''... Breaking up with him is a bad idea. Now that you are becoming interested in sausages, you obviously should consider marrying Robert.''
''How do you know that?'' Sarah asks Cynthia shooting daggers from her eyes while getting more and more upset about the woman's lack of care for the privacy of her daughter.
''How do I know that? Naturally, because I have read your text messages with that little soldier of yours. The two of you were obvious flirting. If you are interested in him why not in Robert who can further bolster your career and get you more roles. Think about the money you could make.''
''Money is it that what you think I want?'' Sarah shouts at her mother, losing the last ounce of respect she held for her.
Taken aback by her daughter's sudden outburst Cynthia Kyle for the first time in her life is surprised by her daughter's strong reaction to what she thought was her job as a manager.
''If not what are you working so hard for every day as an entertainer? Be it your music or acting, isn't it all some kind of business with the goal of making as much money on your youth and talents as long as you can?''
''That's not the reason why I am writing songs or act in movies! I do it because it makes me happy to see people smile.''
''Good answer for your interview for View, but please be serious for a moment. You are upset that I didn't tell you, but think about it carefully. Now that your lesbian phase is finally over you should really think about marrying Robert and forget about this Henry King. He is just some war-damaged garbage.'' Cynthia tells Sarah, her voice filled with fondness, when talking about Robert and disgust when speaking about Henry.
Disgusted by her mother's words, Sarah speechlessly walks away from the conversation in the direction of the pool house, slamming its door shut with a bang.
________
While Sarah is occupied with her mother and her actions, I am ready to give up choosing a fabric for my suit. The old man is so adamant to always oppose my choice of fabrics.
Out of choices I in a last attempt to get it over with a point at a ready-made suit on a doll, saying: ''How about this one? It's navy blue, but who would care at this point?''
-No soldier can ever withstand this kind of sophisticated torture. The CI should include this as a technique to extract information from terrorists, despite it surely violating human rights.-
Looking at the suits James Tailor smiles, apparently happy by my choice for the first time, saying with a smile: ''Oh! This is an old masterpiece of mine. The buyer tragically died in Vietnam and I am still keeping the suit because the buyer was family.''
''Oh. I am sorry to hear that. Then let's again look at the fabrics.'' I tell him, not wanting to see the old man saddened by memories.
''No, no. The suit was only ordered but never paid for. With a few changes here and there it should fit you if you aren't disgusted by the age.''
''No, no, not in the slightest. Please let's try it out.'' I tell the tailor finally seeing a light at the end of this tunnel of despair.
An hour later I am finally able to leave the old mans tailor shop, wearing in the aforementioned aged but perfectly fitting navy blue suit, ready to meet my old high school friend Michael Stavros.
-Just to be on the safe side. System buy me a black Walter PPK with a silencer, a clip of suitable ammunition and an underarm holster- I instruct the system, too late remembering the regulations post 911 when coming to a halt in front of the town hall.
<Notification: Walter PPK (black), Silencer and 6×9mm in clip bought from a shop.>
-Well shit?- I think suddenly getting the feeling cold steel appear under my left arm and leather straps around my shoulders.
Discreetly checking out the gun I detach the silencer from the gun and store it in the left pocket of my pants. A quick look at the clip and chamber I count exactly 6 bullets, one less than the guns maximum capacity.
-You couldn't be any more stingy, couldn't you?- I think depositing the gun back in my underarm holster. Not getting an answer from the system I walk into town hall that hasn't changed one bit from the looks of it. Still, the same old pictures, flags and animal heads as back in my childhood are still hanging on the walls. Just like then it is a young, still female, still good looking and still lazy receptionist manning the front desk.
''Morning. Could you tell me where I can find Michael Stavros?''
''Council member Stavros is on the first floor the last door on the right.'' Tells me the uninterested Receptionist watching some kind of vampire/ werewolf flick.
Disappointed by the lack of security a located to the town hall I am able to go upstairs gunned and nock on the last door on the right, still gunned.
-Unimaginable how low the security still is. Didn't homeland raise security for all public places?-
''Yes, come in, it's unlocked.'' I hear my ex-best friend from high school say from the inside.
Opening the door and moving in I think to myself. -Please no more family drama, please let it be just business.-
Stepping into the room I find Michael Stavros buried behind an overflowing desk, looking at me for a moment before recognition hitting him.
''Henry? Henry King is that you?..'' Stavros asks me, before pleading with me in a relaxed manner. ''... I am sorry. Please don't take Betsy away from me.''
Slightly disappointed I draw my gun, slowly attaching the silencer while thinking: -Family drama it is...-
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Having ended her exile to the toilet to go through with the staged breakup with Rober, she is still confused and even more conflicted when leaving the stall. Announced by a ping she gets Henry's text message, telling her not to second guess herself.
Strengthen by Henry's advice the inner conflict comes to an end only to leave more questions behind.
-What is wrong with him? Didn't I text him the script for our public breakup?- She asks herself checking her friend book profile for the message she had to send him half a month ago when he was promoting the final movie in Asia.
-What the actual fuck?- Sarah is shocked by what she finds in her chat history with Robert. Not only was her original message to him not send, worse a part of her e-diary from way back when she actually wanted to try out a real relationship with the male co-star of her first blockbuster movie. The co-star being Robert.
-Fuck. How did this happen?- Sarah asks herself remembering that her mother as her manager monitors her friend book profile Sarah instantly sees red. -Mother dearest!-
Ignoring the still smoldering Robert Sarah storms out of the cafe only telling him when leaving. ''No and we are done with each other!''
Taking the first cap she can get, Sarah drives back to the Kyle estate to confront her mother. Storming the estate she finds her mother lounging at the pool, flaunting her well maintained for her age body dressed in a reviling black bikini and sipping on an ice tea while wearing black sunglasses and a huge white hat.
-Classic trophy wife attire of choice for this summers modern Milfs.- Sarah thinks while asking Cynthia: ''Mom what have you done?''
''What do you mean?'' Asks her mother innocently while ogling the pool boy.
''Mom really?!...'' She asks her before showing her chat history with Robert, more specifically the deleted breakup script.
''You are welcome...'' Answers her mother her while erotically moving on her lounger. ''... Breaking up with him is a bad idea. Now that you are becoming interested in sausages, you obviously should consider marrying Robert.''
''How do you know that?'' Sarah asks Cynthia shooting daggers from her eyes while getting more and more upset about the woman's lack of care for the privacy of her daughter.
''How do I know that? Naturally, because I have read your text messages with that little soldier of yours. The two of you were obvious flirting. If you are interested in him why not in Robert who can further bolster your career and get you more roles. Think about the money you could make.''
''Money is it that what you think I want?'' Sarah shouts at her mother, losing the last ounce of respect she held for her.
Taken aback by her daughter's sudden outburst Cynthia Kyle for the first time in her life is surprised by her daughter's strong reaction to what she thought was her job as a manager.
''If not what are you working so hard for every day as an entertainer? Be it your music or acting, isn't it all some kind of business with the goal of making as much money on your youth and talents as long as you can?''
''That's not the reason why I am writing songs or act in movies! I do it because it makes me happy to see people smile.''
''Good answer for your interview for View, but please be serious for a moment. You are upset that I didn't tell you, but think about it carefully. Now that your lesbian phase is finally over you should really think about marrying Robert and forget about this Henry King. He is just some war-damaged garbage.'' Cynthia tells Sarah, her voice filled with fondness, when talking about Robert and disgust when speaking about Henry.
Disgusted by her mother's words, Sarah speechlessly walks away from the conversation in the direction of the pool house, slamming its door shut with a bang.
________
While Sarah is occupied with her mother and her actions, I am ready to give up choosing a fabric for my suit. The old man is so adamant to always oppose my choice of fabrics.
Out of choices I in a last attempt to get it over with a point at a ready-made suit on a doll, saying: ''How about this one? It's navy blue, but who would care at this point?''
-No soldier can ever withstand this kind of sophisticated torture. The CI should include this as a technique to extract information from terrorists, despite it surely violating human rights.-
Looking at the suits James Tailor smiles, apparently happy by my choice for the first time, saying with a smile: ''Oh! This is an old masterpiece of mine. The buyer tragically died in Vietnam and I am still keeping the suit because the buyer was family.''
''Oh. I am sorry to hear that. Then let's again look at the fabrics.'' I tell him, not wanting to see the old man saddened by memories.
''No, no. The suit was only ordered but never paid for. With a few changes here and there it should fit you if you aren't disgusted by the age.''
''No, no, not in the slightest. Please let's try it out.'' I tell the tailor finally seeing a light at the end of this tunnel of despair.
An hour later I am finally able to leave the old mans tailor shop, wearing in the aforementioned aged but perfectly fitting navy blue suit, ready to meet my old high school friend Michael Stavros.
-Just to be on the safe side. System buy me a black Walter PPK with a silencer, a clip of suitable ammunition and an underarm holster- I instruct the system, too late remembering the regulations post 911 when coming to a halt in front of the town hall.
<Notification: Walter PPK (black), Silencer and 6×9mm in clip bought from a shop.>
-Well shit?- I think suddenly getting the feeling cold steel appear under my left arm and leather straps around my shoulders.
Discreetly checking out the gun I detach the silencer from the gun and store it in the left pocket of my pants. A quick look at the clip and chamber I count exactly 6 bullets, one less than the guns maximum capacity.
-You couldn't be any more stingy, couldn't you?- I think depositing the gun back in my underarm holster. Not getting an answer from the system I walk into town hall that hasn't changed one bit from the looks of it. Still, the same old pictures, flags and animal heads as back in my childhood are still hanging on the walls. Just like then it is a young, still female, still good looking and still lazy receptionist manning the front desk.
''Morning. Could you tell me where I can find Michael Stavros?''
''Council member Stavros is on the first floor the last door on the right.'' Tells me the uninterested Receptionist watching some kind of vampire/ werewolf flick.
Disappointed by the lack of security a located to the town hall I am able to go upstairs gunned and nock on the last door on the right, still gunned.
-Unimaginable how low the security still is. Didn't homeland raise security for all public places?-
''Yes, come in, it's unlocked.'' I hear my ex-best friend from high school say from the inside.
Opening the door and moving in I think to myself. -Please no more family drama, please let it be just business.-
Stepping into the room I find Michael Stavros buried behind an overflowing desk, looking at me for a moment before recognition hitting him.
''Henry? Henry King is that you?..'' Stavros asks me, before pleading with me in a relaxed manner. ''... I am sorry. Please don't take Betsy away from me.''
Slightly disappointed I draw my gun, slowly attaching the silencer while thinking: -Family drama it is...-
Having ended her exile to the toilet to go through with the staged breakup with Rober, she is still confused and even more conflicted when leaving the stall. Announced by a ping she gets Henry's text message, telling her not to second guess herself. Strengthen by Henry's advice the inner conflict comes to an end only to leave more questions behind. -What is wrong with him? Didn't I text him the script for our public breakup?- She asks herself checking her friend book profile for the message she had to send him half a month ago when he was promoting the final movie in Asia. -What the actual fuck?- Sarah is shocked by what she finds in her chat history with Robert. Not only was her original message to him not send, worse a part of her e-diary from way back when she actually wanted to try out a real relationship with the male co-star of her first blockbuster movie. The co-star being Robert. -Fuck. How did this happen?- Sarah asks herself remembering that her mother as her manager monitors her friend book profile Sarah instantly sees red. -Mother dearest!- Ignoring the still smoldering Robert Sarah storms out of the cafe only telling him when leaving. ''No and we are done with each other!'' Taking the first cap she can get, Sarah drives back to the Kyle estate to confront her mother. Storming the estate she finds her mother lounging at the pool, flaunting her well maintained for her age body dressed in a reviling black bikini and sipping on an ice tea while wearing black sunglasses and a huge white hat. -Classic trophy wife attire of choice for this summers modern Milfs.- Sarah thinks while asking Cynthia: ''Mom what have you done?'' ''What do you mean?'' Asks her mother innocently while ogling the pool boy. ''Mom really?!...'' She asks her before showing her chat history with Robert, more specifically the deleted breakup script. ''You are welcome...'' Answers her mother her while erotically moving on her lounger. ''... Breaking up with him is a bad idea. Now that you are becoming interested in sausages, you obviously should consider marrying Robert.'' ''How do you know that?'' Sarah asks Cynthia shooting daggers from her eyes while getting more and more upset about the woman's lack of care for the privacy of her daughter. ''How do I know that? Naturally, because I have read your text messages with that little soldier of yours. The two of you were obvious flirting. If you are interested in him why not in Robert who can further bolster your career and get you more roles. Think about the money you could make.'' ''Money is it that what you think I want?'' Sarah shouts at her mother, losing the last ounce of respect she held for her. Taken aback by her daughter's sudden outburst Cynthia Kyle for the first time in her life is surprised by her daughter's strong reaction to what she thought was her job as a manager. ''If not what are you working so hard for every day as an entertainer? Be it your music or acting, isn't it all some kind of business with the goal of making as much money on your youth and talents as long as you can?'' ''That's not the reason why I am writing songs or act in movies! I do it because it makes me happy to see people smile.'' ''Good answer for your interview for View, but please be serious for a moment. You are upset that I didn't tell you, but think about it carefully. Now that your lesbian phase is finally over you should really think about marrying Robert and forget about this Henry King. He is just some war-damaged garbage.'' Cynthia tells Sarah, her voice filled with fondness, when talking about Robert and disgust when speaking about Henry. Disgusted by her mother's words, Sarah speechlessly walks away from the conversation in the direction of the pool house, slamming its door shut with a bang. ________ While Sarah is occupied with her mother and her actions, I am ready to give up choosing a fabric for my suit. The old man is so adamant to always oppose my choice of fabrics. Out of choices I in a last attempt to get it over with a point at a ready-made suit on a doll, saying: ''How about this one? It's navy blue, but who would care at this point?'' -No soldier can ever withstand this kind of sophisticated torture. The CI should include this as a technique to extract information from terrorists, despite it surely violating human rights.- Looking at the suits James Tailor smiles, apparently happy by my choice for the first time, saying with a smile: ''Oh! This is an old masterpiece of mine. The buyer tragically died in Vietnam and I am still keeping the suit because the buyer was family.'' ''Oh. I am sorry to hear that. Then let's again look at the fabrics.'' I tell him, not wanting to see the old man saddened by memories. ''No, no. The suit was only ordered but never paid for. With a few changes here and there it should fit you if you aren't disgusted by the age.'' ''No, no, not in the slightest. Please let's try it out.'' I tell the tailor finally seeing a light at the end of this tunnel of despair. An hour later I am finally able to leave the old mans tailor shop, wearing in the aforementioned aged but perfectly fitting navy blue suit, ready to meet my old high school friend Michael Stavros. -Just to be on the safe side. System buy me a black Walter PPK with a silencer, a clip of suitable ammunition and an underarm holster- I instruct the system, too late remembering the regulations post 911 when coming to a halt in front of the town hall. Notification: Walter PPK black, Silencer and 69mm in clip bought from a shop. -Well shit?- I think suddenly getting the feeling cold steel appear under my left arm and leather straps around my shoulders. Discreetly checking out the gun I detach the silencer from the gun and store it in the left pocket of my pants. A quick look at the clip and chamber I count exactly 6 bullets, one less than the guns maximum capacity. -You couldn't be any more stingy, couldn't you?- I think depositing the gun back in my underarm holster. Not getting an answer from the system I walk into town hall that hasn't changed one bit from the looks of it. Still, the same old pictures, flags and animal heads as back in my childhood are still hanging on the walls. Just like then it is a young, still female, still good looking and still lazy receptionist manning the front desk. ''Morning. Could you tell me where I can find Michael Stavros?'' ''Council member Stavros is on the first floor the last door on the right.'' Tells me the uninterested Receptionist watching some kind of vampire/ werewolf flick. Disappointed by the lack of security a located to the town hall I am able to go upstairs gunned and nock on the last door on the right, still gunned. -Unimaginable how low the security still is. Didn't homeland raise security for all public places?- ''Yes, come in, it's unlocked.'' I hear my ex-best friend from high school say from the inside. Opening the door and moving in I think to myself. -Please no more family drama, please let it be just business.- Stepping into the room I find Michael Stavros buried behind an overflowing desk, looking at me for a moment before recognition hitting him. ''Henry? Henry King is that you?..'' Stavros asks me, before pleading with me in a relaxed manner. ''... I am sorry. Please don't take Betsy away from me.'' Slightly disappointed I draw my gun, slowly attaching the silencer while thinking: -Family drama it is...-
