Sylvie Maradona: The Story Of A Monster

Chapter 2: I know it was you

{ Never trust someone easily. You’ll never know they may be two-faced quickly}

"So, what do you think about our new minister!" Luke said.
"All I see is a rude, narcissus, rich killer." Rachel replied to him while searching something between the countless envelopes, filled with files from different cases, that were covering the biggest part of the desk.
"You are really jealous of her."
"Jealous!? Me? Jealous of who!? This psychopath?"
"Do you want my opinion?"
"No"

The two detectives were sitting in Rachel's office. A quite comfortable and warm room. Just like Rachel loved it. Minimalistic decoration with hundreds of envelopes and files in the bookcases. Two cups of coffee, a chocolate cake and three pictures placed on the desk. Rachel and her husband from their wedding, from vacation and a family photo. A typical, you could say, detective's office.

"She is a hero. The fact that you don't like her doesn't change who she is." Luke was the actual good guy. Great friend and co-worker. Always there to support and help Rachel in every case.

"I don't like her aura. I don't trust her. She is hiding something. When I asked her how she created her company she avoided to answer me." Rachel on the other hand was a hard working FBI detective. In her late twenties, as well and extremely famous for her skills into solving cases.

In love with her job and hungry for mysteries.

"Here's what happened. I got in the building and asked where Sylvie Maradona was? I had a fake ID pretending to be a journalist from a magazine. They told me that she was in a meeting room on the fourth floor. I got on the fourth floor and knocked on the door."

[FLASHBACK]
Sylvie was standing in front of a board that was showing the plan of a building when the door knocked and an average height lady walked in.
" Excuse me, Mrs Maradona? I'm the journalist for your interview."

Sylvie looked at her strangely and didn't speak for a minute. Rachel could feel sweat running down her forehead. It was the first time she was meeting this woman. A forced smile was drawn on her lips - secretly trying to gain her trust.
  Maradona ordered from her assistants to leave and she asked Rachel to follow her in her office.

"What's your name?" She asked while sitting on her office chair.
"Wilson, Sophia Wilson. From" Celebrities" magazine. Shall we start?"
"Of course." Her entire existence was scaring her. She was so sure for herself that her energy was filling the room.

"So, Mrs Maradona, from the so far information that are known about you it looks like you weren't born in USA. So where are you from?" Rachel was trying hard to keep a smile during the conversation. She had to act really sweet.
"I was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina."
"Can you please describe to me your life since the day you were born?"

Sylvie started saying about her childhood years in her family's house. The first years of school and her relationship with the rest of her family.
"I didn't know you had a sister." Rachel said in surprise.
"We haven't talk in quite a long time. We don't keep any relationships. She lives in Argentina."
Rachel realised the conversation for her sister was a difficult thing to do. Even if she looked mad, she was mostly hurt.