Seven fifty-five, in the evening
My finger trembled slightly, as I kept it on the phone reading the message. I wanted to throw the phone away and announce, I didn’t get the message. I had no wish to meet Veronica and I had no idea why.
Her penthouse was just on the top of the building of the same building. It would take only three minutes, to reach her floor, still I looked at the watch on my desk as I stood up holding my suit on my hand.
She said she only talks business. Well then!
Eight, in the evening
Pursing my lips, I pressed her doorbell and soon after a second as if she was already standing behind the door, it opened and there she was. With a smile on her face as she opened the door wide open for me to enter.
The penthouse was a modern duplex one.
The penthouse had retrofitte
