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Dominique Durant stood before the window of his small office and
looked outside. He had chosen this room as his office because it gave
him a clear view of everything that went on in his gardens. Despite
the fact that everything seemed to be going its own way, there was
something that drew his attention. The tension hung in the air when
two women started arguing with each other and a few of the children
were sitting on the lawn watching it.
He knew both women by heart and by body. They held no secrets for him.
But the jealousy hung so thick that it became a danger to all of
them. He didn't interfere though. He liked it when they argued about
him. At least then he could feel that they still would do anything
for him.
Gretl especially was one of his most special women. Several times she
had sworn that she would do anything for him. She was even prepared
to kill her own father for him of she had to.
The catfight slowly came to an end. It worried him in a way that they
weren't drugged enough to avoid this argument. But he had reduced the
amount a bit on his senior followers. Now it seemed that they were
too much in control. He would have to deal with that later.
Now he had more urgent things to deal with. In a few days the cult
would inherit a million or so when Gretl's father would die from a
failing heart. The doctor was already taken care of. The coroner went
for his usual amount. The amount paid to keep these people in his
pocket was nothing compared to what he would have left. He would have
to switch his MO though. Soon enough someone would pick
up the connection and start asking questions. That was one thing he
couldn't afford.
But in a few weeks they would believe he was dead anyhow, and no one
would look for him. It would resolve itself pretty soon.
He left the office and used the hidden door to gain access to his
locked apartment. In the bedroom he put his hand against the far
wall. On the other side rested the girl that would soon be in his
bed. If only he could be patient enough ...
Dominique Durant stood before the window of his small office and
looked outside. He had chosen this room as his office because it gave
him a clear view of everything that went on in his gardens. Despite
the fact that everything seemed to be going its own way, there was
something that drew his attention. The tension hung in the air when
two women started arguing with each other and a few of the children
were sitting on the lawn watching it.
He knew both women by heart and by body. They held no secrets for him.
But the jealousy hung so thick that it became a danger to all of
them. He didn't interfere though. He liked it when they argued about
him. At least then he could feel that they still would do anything
for him.
Gretl especially was one of his most special women. Several times she
had sworn that she would do anything for him. She was even prepared
to kill her own father for him of she had to.
The catfight slowly came to an end. It worried him in a way that they
weren't drugged enough to avoid this argument. But he had reduced the
amount a bit on his senior followers. Now it seemed that they were
too much in control. He would have to deal with that later.
Now he had more urgent things to deal with. In a few days the cult
would inherit a million or so when Gretl's father would die from a
failing heart. The doctor was already taken care of. The coroner went
for his usual amount. The amount paid to keep these people in his
pocket was nothing compared to what he would have left. He would have
to switch his MO though. Soon enough someone would pick
up the connection and start asking questions. That was one thing he
couldn't afford.
But in a few weeks they would believe he was dead anyhow, and no one
would look for him. It would resolve itself pretty soon.
He left the office and used the hidden door to gain access to his
locked apartment. In the bedroom he put his hand against the far
wall. On the other side rested the girl that would soon be in his
bed. If only he could be patient enough ...