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“I’m fine, just fine. As you know, I'm in a hurry, but beyond that, everything is
alright… I miss you,” he says with an almost weakness in his voice.
"I hate that you have to work as much as you do, sweetie. Your workout is very
important, and I'm very important."
"But honey, if I don't work that much, then we have to move to something
cheaper," he replies. It is the same theme of their conversations that has been
running for the last few months. He rises up and stands in front of his huge
window, watching over the eastern part of Munich and ponders on the rising
snowfall. He starts fiddling with a bag in his pocket, containing four grams of
cocaine; the luxury kind. For a quick moment, everything seemed pointless to
him.
"Well, I know. What time are you coming home tonight? ” She continues.
"I'm home at 4pm, I'm leaving early today."
He goes to the fridge in the corner of the office and takes out a frosty bottle of
coke and places it on the table.
“Okay, I miss you. I look forward to seeing you tonight. Are you buying some
food for us?”
He quickly replies: "Yes, I’ll get something for dinner. Now I have to go back and
do some work. See you. Kiss, kiss."
They end the conversation and hang up.
The fridge is stocked; he is noticeably happy. All in all, he is quite delighted with
Eloise, the new cleaning assistant and "Overseer" as he and the other executives
call her. From the top drawer of the desk, he grabs a yellow briefcase. He takes
his papers, and on page 4 he has permanently attached a small pocket mirror
and a razor blade.
After pouring a good pile of cocaine onto the mirror, he starts cutting it, dividing
it into two lines of equal length, about 8 centimetres each. With a rolled-up 100-
euro banknote he snorts one the first line his left nostril, then proceeds sniffing
the other line up the right.
"Ah, fuck yes!" he exclaims loudly, the feeling of excitement and energy hits him
immediately. He puts his neck back, gets up and goes to the bathroom. He turns
on the sink in the washbasin, splashes water on his face, and while he freshens
himself, he studies his own image in the toilet mirror. A remnant of colour still
