VIRGIN PLAYBOY

#4~ Saturday (afternoon)

Alok Sen enters when he was allowed to by Mr. Donpaul to his cabin.

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Outside of the Mr. Donpaul’s cabin a man in his forties in such an outfit and sunburned redneck skin certainly suggesting he is an foreigner with a backpack hanging by left shoulder, formal garments with an as least heel a shoe can have, height near nearly six, beards seem trimmed with crushed hairstyle “Excuse me I’m here ‘cause I’m supposed to have an appointment with Mr. Donpaul?” the man said in front of Aliya’s desk right outside Mr. Donpaul’s cabin.

“Name?” Aliya enquired not even looking at the man. Whatever she noticed was all from feets away when she realised somebody coming hovering around to get in touch Mr. Donpaul.

“Alastaire, you would like to see my Identification Card.” he averred running his right hand through his semi wet sweaty hair.

“Sir ‘m very sorry. Your name is not in the...” she was interrupted with abrupt gesture of the man

“Well miss ‘m actually coming from Head Quarters Delhi. I have been sent.” he proved his innocence.

“These things becomes pretty informal when things doesn’t go accordingly, I hope Mr. Donpaul is aware your arrival. Just wait here Sir let me see what I can do for you.” she enounced in American way in order he understands and nobody will disagree she flaunted her English spoken skill, visits France and New York at least twice each year. She got up and was passing him by “Correct me if ‘m wrong its Christian Dior right?” he enquired.

At instance she thought what the f-ck soon then she recalls his ID Card, replies “Certainly Sir. Miss Dior it is. Thank you and I guess its Ralph Lauren?”

“How correct. You’re no less than a stocker it seems.” he stated.

“Only Women Cologne. I am sound of few men’s perfumes as well this one used to be of my boyfriend’s.” she lowered her voice at ending the sentence before reaching to the door of Mr. Donpaul’s cabin.

“So!! What? he changed his brand?” he enquired.

“Nope. I changed my boyfriend.” She said pushing the door.

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“Yes Mr. Sen?” Mr. Donpaul enquired.

“I’ve detected an unusual activity of a civilian car sort of fancy type right outside of our gate but on opposite footpath. Each time Sudhir went to collect letters on those particulars days the car was present then the car displaces just when Sudhir returns with letters. Lag time is not more than a half minute.” Mr. Sen stated offering him the copies in a flash drive.

Mr. Donpaul takes it from Mr. Sen and opens the files on his computer. Video footages were distinctly suspicious Mr. Donpaul suspired seeing a ray of hope at last.

“Good job Mr. Sen.” he addressed him with a sigh. Mr. Sen then leaves but before he push the cabin door Aliya pulls it from the other side with a man following him.

Mr. Donpaul almost surprised to see a strange person entering his cabin. Before Aliya could say anything she was awarded with a enquiry. “Who is he?” but with such an expression he asked it was clear that he meant who the f-ck he is doing in my cabin at this time.

“Sir he has been sent from head quarters stating there is already a fixed appointment with you.” she replied and forwarded him Mr. Alastaire’s ID Card.

Alastaire John

HOD, Forensic Toxicology

Howard Law Institute of Crime