Molly was in her office when Squelch knocked at her door.
"Ms. Molly, may I come in?"
"Hi Squelch. What can I do for you?"
"There is a man asking for Mr. Y."
"Oh? What is his name?"
"He wouldn't tell me. He only said he had been traveling and received Mr. Y's letter rather late. He thought it best to come and see him at once."
"He tells you all that but no name?" Molly was skeptical. "I think you should direct him to Mr. Walker. Besides, Mr. Y left a few minutes ago. I don't expect him back today."
"Very well. Ms. Molly." He took his leave.
Molly shook her head. "My boss has the weirdest companions."
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Erik had finished all his work and decided to treat himself by going to Christine's rehearsal. He sat in the back row in silence as he closed his eyes and listened to her sing. It was a song she had performed before but to Erik, it was as if he was hearing it for the first time. He smiled and told himself he should spend the next few days focusing only on his music. Christine deserved something new, something glorious.
After she finished. She thanked her pianist and then called out into the theatre.
"How was I, Maestro?"
He stood up and applauded. "It was as if you were singing just to me."
She smiled and began walking towards him. "Silly man, I always sing only for you."
He took her hands in his and kissed them. "No, my dear, I came to hear you sing to me, not for me. You have long surpassed my teachings. Yet I do owe you new material. I will make it my priority over the next several days. I have the music in my mind, I just need the time to memorialize it and of course to have my muse to be ever so close." He pulled her to him and kissed her.
"Then perhaps we should go home and build up some inspiration, eh Maestro?"
He grinned wolfishly at her and she had to admit, it excited her.
"Whatever my diva, commands."
She giggled when he grasped her hands and started to run but then called his name.
"Erik, slow down, dearest."
He stopped instantly. "I'm sorry, I…. Are you alright?"
She nodded. "Yes, but don't tire me out before we get home. I am certain there are other things I prefer to use my energies toward." She gleamed back at him.
Erik swallowed hard. "Right." He picked her up and carried her bridal style.
"Erik, I don't want you all tired out either." She laughed.
"You are as light as a feather and trust me, I know exactly where to focus my energies on."
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A few hours later, Christine emerged from their bedroom feeling elated and very satisfied. She especially revealed in the fact that Erik was still asleep. She had managed to awake before him and knew all too well why he needed a bit more sleep after their afternoon tryst. Her smile was all knowing. She dressed and was about to make them both some tea when the she heard a knock at the door.
She opened it and was startled to find a very tall, dark man standing before her.
"May I help you?"
He took off his hat. "Good afternoon, Madame. I am looking for a Mr. Y. I was told he resides here but…. I obviously must be mistaken. Would you by chance know where I might find him?"
"Mr. Y does reside her, Sir. However, I will need to ask who you are."
"So, it is true…" He marveled at her. "You must be Christine."
"I beg your pardon, but I'll ask once again. Who are you exactly and how do you know Mr. Y?"
"Forgive my rudeness. I am Nadir Khan. Mr. Y…. Erik and I are old friends."
