grimaced. “Why would anyone want to cover up the cause of El
Monstruo? We all live here on Earth and El Monstruo doesn’t discriminate. We’ll
all die if this disaster goes unchecked.”
“What are we going to do?”
George said, more to himself than to his interlocutors.
“I don’t know. They want me.
I guess I’ve to give myself up so that they won’t harm you.”
“Have you lost your mind?”
George said fiercely. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Sara.”
“Thanks,” Sara said, looking
at George with unconcealed affection. He sounded very much like the George he
fell in love with, the George she now believed he could never be. She knew he
was a good man in his own way but she also knew he was too good to other women
for him to be the man she would love to be with for the rest of her life. If
you care so much about me, why did you break my heart, George? she thought,
looking at him with an anguished mixture of love and hatred.
“The same applies to me,
Sara,” Uncle Martin said. “I’ll do everything I can to help you. I love you
like my own daughter.”
“Thanks, Uncle Martin.”
The old man cleared his
throat. “However, the question remains. What can we do to help you, Sara? We
haven’t got the slightest idea who your enemies are.”
They racked their brains for
a way out. They were up against powerful unknown enemies and they couldn’t
contact the police because they suspected that their enemies had informants in
law enforcement agencies. The odds were very much against them.
“George,” Sara said after a
while. “Thanks for saving my life.”
“You’re welcome, Sah.”
Sara felt a tickle of
excitement when she heard the word Sah . George was the only person in
the world who called her Sah, and he almost always called her Sah when they
were making love. “I never thought I would say this to you, George. I forgive
you.”
“Forgive me for what?” George
asked with disgust.
“For breaking my heart.”
“There you go again. You’re
saying this just to make yourself look good in front of Uncle Martin. You’re
saying this because you’re ashamed of what you did. You dumped me when you were
on a way up not knowing you will need me on your way down.”
“George, that’s very unkind
of you,” the old man rebuked. “Sara is not on her way down.”
“Uncle Martin, I know you
think she is an angel. I used to think that too. She dropped me like a hot
potato when she got promoted. She thinks I am not good enough for a hotshot
director of GEMA.” He glared at her, searching for the meanest words to say.
“Okay, let me humor you, Sara. Thank you for forgiving me. I guess you also
forgive me for trying to rape you yesterday.”
Sara sprang to her feet and
walked to her room.
“You didn’t have to be so
mean, George,” the old man said. “Maybe she had her reasons for leaving you.”
“Yes, she had reasons. Good
reasons, if you ask me. She’s a highly paid famous UN official and I’m just a poor
ex-soldier. I perfectly understand why she dumped me. But what I don’t understand
is why she accuses me of dumping her. She even dares to tell me that she
forgives me.”
“Come on, George. Don’t be too
harsh on her. Someone wants to kill her. She’s scared and I guess she just
cracked.”
“Scared or not, she has no
right to accuse me of breaking up our relationship.”
“What is this story about you
trying to rape her? Did you rough her up, George?”
“Look at me, Uncle Martin. Do
I look like the kind of guy who violates women?”
“Of course not, George.”
“Thank you,” he said before
he walked to his room.
He dived onto the bed and
stared at the ceiling, replaying his last conversation with Sara. How could she
be so rude to him when he risked his life for her? How could she accuse him of
something that she herself did? He tried to focus more on thinking of ways to
thwart the people who wanted to kill Sara but all he could think of now was how
she
Monstruo? We all live here on Earth and El Monstruo doesn’t discriminate. We’ll
all die if this disaster goes unchecked.”
“What are we going to do?”
George said, more to himself than to his interlocutors.
“I don’t know. They want me.
I guess I’ve to give myself up so that they won’t harm you.”
“Have you lost your mind?”
George said fiercely. “I won’t let anything happen to you, Sara.”
“Thanks,” Sara said, looking
at George with unconcealed affection. He sounded very much like the George he
fell in love with, the George she now believed he could never be. She knew he
was a good man in his own way but she also knew he was too good to other women
for him to be the man she would love to be with for the rest of her life. If
you care so much about me, why did you break my heart, George? she thought,
looking at him with an anguished mixture of love and hatred.
“The same applies to me,
Sara,” Uncle Martin said. “I’ll do everything I can to help you. I love you
like my own daughter.”
“Thanks, Uncle Martin.”
The old man cleared his
throat. “However, the question remains. What can we do to help you, Sara? We
haven’t got the slightest idea who your enemies are.”
They racked their brains for
a way out. They were up against powerful unknown enemies and they couldn’t
contact the police because they suspected that their enemies had informants in
law enforcement agencies. The odds were very much against them.
“George,” Sara said after a
while. “Thanks for saving my life.”
“You’re welcome, Sah.”
Sara felt a tickle of
excitement when she heard the word Sah . George was the only person in
the world who called her Sah, and he almost always called her Sah when they
were making love. “I never thought I would say this to you, George. I forgive
you.”
“Forgive me for what?” George
asked with disgust.
“For breaking my heart.”
“There you go again. You’re
saying this just to make yourself look good in front of Uncle Martin. You’re
saying this because you’re ashamed of what you did. You dumped me when you were
on a way up not knowing you will need me on your way down.”
“George, that’s very unkind
of you,” the old man rebuked. “Sara is not on her way down.”
“Uncle Martin, I know you
think she is an angel. I used to think that too. She dropped me like a hot
potato when she got promoted. She thinks I am not good enough for a hotshot
director of GEMA.” He glared at her, searching for the meanest words to say.
“Okay, let me humor you, Sara. Thank you for forgiving me. I guess you also
forgive me for trying to rape you yesterday.”
Sara sprang to her feet and
walked to her room.
“You didn’t have to be so
mean, George,” the old man said. “Maybe she had her reasons for leaving you.”
“Yes, she had reasons. Good
reasons, if you ask me. She’s a highly paid famous UN official and I’m just a poor
ex-soldier. I perfectly understand why she dumped me. But what I don’t understand
is why she accuses me of dumping her. She even dares to tell me that she
forgives me.”
“Come on, George. Don’t be too
harsh on her. Someone wants to kill her. She’s scared and I guess she just
cracked.”
“Scared or not, she has no
right to accuse me of breaking up our relationship.”
“What is this story about you
trying to rape her? Did you rough her up, George?”
“Look at me, Uncle Martin. Do
I look like the kind of guy who violates women?”
“Of course not, George.”
“Thank you,” he said before
he walked to his room.
He dived onto the bed and
stared at the ceiling, replaying his last conversation with Sara. How could she
be so rude to him when he risked his life for her? How could she accuse him of
something that she herself did? He tried to focus more on thinking of ways to
thwart the people who wanted to kill Sara but all he could think of now was how
she
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