There was nothing like a cold martini after a long and hard work day. Especially one that was not over yet. He went into his studio to prepare his drink, reflecting on today's events.
The cold blast of air coming for the air conditioning was a welcome balm. He hated summers in the desert, but then, he was a greedy man. All his efforts were paying off. In a few month's time he would be free.
He could already see himself having one of those coconut drinks with those silly little paper parasols in a lost beach in the Caribbean. What a pleasure that was going to be.
But right now there were unpleasant things his future. They were ugly things, but they needed to be done. Otherwise there would be no worry-free retirement. It was not going to be easy to get away with his plans, but his life would be ensured.
He finished preparing his martini and went to sit behind his desk. Papers awaited his signature; emails needed to be answered. Work kept him busy and preoccupied, but even then, he could not help but smile. As he typed in his personal computer, his mind was planning murder. How he liked that part!
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