Don

Chapter Six

Chapter 6

"Colton, Colton, say something. . ."

Natara woke up from the dream, her whole body sweating.

She rushed to the bathroom and had a satisfying bath. She knew something was wrong.

She dressed herself in the black suit which she had been gifted. By whom? She couldn't remember. The events were taking her memory away. She sometimes, had just some random flashbacks, vague ones.

Natara reached the office, a bit late than usual. There was a lot of hustle-bustle, something more than usual. She couldn't see any familiar faces in the distance. Suddenly, someone tapped her at the shoulder. Natara twirled around to see Karl beaming at her. She shook hands with him.

"Any success?" Natara asked.

"Yes ma'am,"

"Go ahead,"

"For the charge of hacking President's computer."

***

Don sat in his bathtub laughing out loud, watching the weekly show of the cartoon tom and Jerry. He simply loved the chase between the mice and the cat. His nature was also equivalent to the show.

Don's phone rang. He picked it up with an uninterested expression on his face.

"Yes?"

"Calogero?"

"Now?"

The three questions asked by him were enough to end the conversation. He ended the phone call and wrapped himself in the white bathrobe.

Don chose a pink-checked shirt, with a tie of the same color. It went well.

He walked towards a man, who was sitting at the bar, ordering some drinks, with his back to the approaching visitor. Don sat beside him.

"How's it going?" the man asked.

"Great. How are you?"

"Just the same as you left me." the man replied in his hoarse voice.

"Calegero, what's the deal?" Don asked.

Calegero snapped his head in the direction of Don. He was an old man in his fifties. It was not really obvious by his appearance. He wore a hat, and was typically like the Italian mafia types. He smiled genuinely at Don.

"Don, Don, Don. You know me so well." he patted Don's shoulder as he got up.

Don did not speak.

"29th of December." Calegero said and left the spot.

Don left for the exit swaying like a drunkard.

He went for the swimming pool following the directions, where he met with Mr. Vizzini. Don approached him and stood next to him, seeing Ayesha taking a dive.

"The Interpol is after us, Mr. Vizzini, do something,"

"You, yourself are smart enough Don,"

"Tell me something new,"

"But how do you know that they are?"

"Don't be stupid, Vizzini. The police is always after Don," Don smiled, cunningly as he spoke.

Vizzini laughed a monstrous laugh. Don joined him.

Ayesha joined them in their conversation with a glass of wine in her hand, red. She wore a three piece after the swim.

"Ah, sexy," Don remarked as she approached him.

"So what is the business all about?"

"Interpol, what else?"

"Ah, guessed so,"

Mr. Vizzini turned his head in the opposite direction.

"You've never been loved," Don bitterly remarked.

Mr. Vizzini left the room.

"Bitter enough," Ayesha said. 

"As it suits you." Don said.