When I arrived at our private house. Jim’s car was in the driveway of the house. I was not just mad but I was furious and killing Jim was the only thing on my mind. I did not want to show any anger towards him otherwise I might lose his trust and my plans might not work at all.
I climbed out of the car and mad my way towards the house as smoothly as I could. When I got into the house, it was quiet, as I would like it to remain; soon I was probably going to have to myself. Just as I entered, Jim was pouring two cups of brandy; I am assuming one was for me.
“Oh you got here quite early babe”
“Sorry, dear I was actually on my way when you called me”
“Aren’t you supposed to be at the office before I called you?”
“I was but I left all the heavy duty work to the P.A, you know Max’s P.A got
