So I immediately remembered that girl who had called me earlier and thought why not give her a chance?So I called her. Let’s call her ‘Suchi’, f...or the sake of the story. So I pitched her, the idea and she also agreed. And that was how we met.For a month, both of us were very professional and we only contacted each other about work matters. But here and there, we were able to find out few details about each other. That was when I learned that she just had a bad divorce. She was just 24 at that. It was way too expensive for me.Not for the first time, I cursed the publishing industry for making Uni text books so expensive.Idly, I started leafing through the book. If I couldn't buy it, at least I could see what I was missing out on. And then I had a moment of inspiration. I leafed through until I found the section I wanted. I read through it carefully, rehearsing the tonal inflections under my breath. When I felt I'd got it right, I sauntered over to the cashier."That'll be $150, 10%. Lets get him down there before he gets too excited.' From the loft, Margie peered down in glee, finally that little bitch was goingto get what was coming to her. The girls at the party would soon be passingout and carried to comfy beds for the night. In the morning they would allbe told the same story, that they danced late into the night and accepted invitationsto stay over in the luxury accommodations. Tina would wake with them, onlyto have remembered another experience altogether. Tina. ..”“Queen Synel may be in trouble,” Joric summed up.Troubled, Radu looked to one of his oldest friends and advisors. “What do you think, Werten?”Werten paused a moment before holding his old, gnarled hands before him and staring at them. Though wrinkled and spotted, the hands never wavered and were steady. He turned them palm up, his fingers spread wide. The fingers were long and thin, and pale to nearly being translucent. He flexed them marginally and continued his silent contemplation. After.