How many months ago did he leave?’ ‘Five months but he’s solid.’ ‘One can never be sure…’ ‘Leave it Jackson,’ smiled Simone. ‘He�...�s Clive Ellis, operations manager at HQ. Why would he steal from here and remain at the bank, taking such a risk for just eighty-five grand?’ ‘Is there any evidence he gambles?’ ‘Christ Jackson, I said leave it. I know you studied forensics but for your information Clive is a lay preacher and like all of our people with hands on the till we practically know even their. I am kind of a book worm. And an introvert. So I come to this place to read.Riddhi: Acha. Itna sunsaan jagah pe darr nahi lagta aapko?Me: Not really, because I used to come here a lot. So I know yaha pe aisa kuch nahi hai. Plus, I only come in bright daylight. And I have my swiss knife in my hand-bag.Riddhi: Haha and where is your handbag?Me: Oops, I left it near the main temple with my book.Riddhi: Okay. So anyway, I have some coffee in my flask. Do you wanna join me?Me: Um. Ya. Okay, why not.. I had an hour to prepare for my late lunch date. I walked into the restaurant wearing my cutest casual outfit I owned. He had a table ready. He stood to greet me and even pulled my chair out for me. That gentlemanly act only made me yearn for him more. We sat and talked about our weeks and things going on in the world as we ate our lunch. Every once in a while our eyes would meet, and he would smile. I would quickly look down. As lunch came to an end, I did not want to leave. I enjoyed his. It's reflexive, born of four years' practice. And it's tedious. But I do it again to the next guy, too. And the next. Because part of the alpha-male dominance game is letting them know what they're missing, and I know what's expected of me.Beatrice Shellesworth, matronly and insipid, takes my hand and marvels at how good I look, and how much she missed me at the charity gala last month. I respond with the appropriate noises, the brimming-over enthusiasm which is supposed to tell her how much I.