The night went by quickly. Many on reasons was that Deiter, was almost not willing to risk his carrier for a low life criminal, let alone barging with one. So he just took the sleep that he needed. Hating that person who took his films and Photo equipment, more and more every minute that passed. And time passed and passed and passed until he actually woke up at 5:20. Oh, how he hated waking up early before he actually had to! He knew he had to wait, he was told to, and who knows, maybe that person hasn't arrived yet, or maybe it was a trap. The thought ran though his mind, it could have been possible.

'I mean, that person just came in and took everything of my work!' He thought filled with hate. 'That person or people came in and didn't even leave a single clue. No broken glass, no note, no hair, no barged in door, not even the money I had stashed in there was taken.' It made no sense to him, at all, don't all robbers would go for money or something more of worth then camas, and films filled with fabrics? 'No evidence at all!' He just laid there on his bed, on top of his covers, with just a pair of track shorts, and a bare torso, which on any case was what any woman expected of a god like man. And his hands behind his head, with and nothing to hold his back from beating up that person who told him to wait.

He looked at what little time he had left, but what he saw was what he hated about time, when you'r waiting so desperate for something to happen already, it won't come. " 5:22." He said to his pet Boa constritor, Rodrick. "Arch! I just hate this, frist the woman tells me to get my alarm to 5:30 in the morning, and now her I am pondering, waiting for something to happen." He shifted his Body to see his pet lifting his head to him "And I am more than certain that who ever is doing this is just trying to get my attention, and just tring to get on this recheid GlamGlam articale! I just hate this job at times! Just Hate It!" what he said was filled with rage, and most all sorrow. Yes, he at times hated his job, but who didn't at times, but what he wanted was for the world to finally back off from where they can only look but not touch. Dieter just couldn't let go of why this was happening, he could blame somone, he always did when outbreakes did happen. Unforchanitely, he knew who this someone was, but he would never blam all off his suffering on her, never. Love just didn't make you do it, nomatter how hard you try.

" Minette..."

How he wished that things could go back to what he wished them to be, him dating Minette again. He misse devery thing about her now just made him want to scream, and keep screaming. Why did she have to be such a fool? Why could she just except the fact that she could have made that amout of money if would have waited for her Spring collection to comeout in stores and could have made about a million a minute? Well, things like that happen, and Minette was always a hard head, that for one thing Deiter could admit. ' Ofcourse, that was a reason why I fell in love with her,' He thought. ' If she wasn't like that, I wouldn't have had any happyness in my life. Not to also mention if it wasn't for her I wouldn't be so tempeted to still stay In this town called Paris. '

He looked at his clock again.

5:24

' I can wait '

5:25

' Just wait Dieter, It will come '

5:26

' Just a couple more '

5:27

' You can wait Dieter, just wait! '

5:28

' Damn It Dieter Just wait! '

5:29

"Gahhhhhhhhhh!!!" He shouted. It was loud enough to be heard from Spain. He shout out from his bed and ran to his office, with rage in his body and not a drop of mercy could be found in his body. He reached his door, he turned the nob without remorce and slamed it to the wall. He rushed in to kill any one who was in it. He ran in to the office and looked around. But what he found was more odd then finding a reason of not killing the person who took his suppiles.