Finally she moved into the apartment which is just adjacent to mine. Our patios are opposite to each other; hence we started meeting and chatting many... times a day. One day, she told me that she wanted to thank me for helping her to get into the new apartment at right time and invited me for a dinner.I bought a nice wine & went to her apartment. I rang the doorbell and she opened the door. She was wearing nothing but a silky night outfit which was mid-thigh long size. She gave me a hug, kissed. As the elevator begins its slow ascent from 10 to 11, I catch my reflection in the high gloss door. The familiar tingle increases as I consider the potential of his need. Sometimes it is professional, some potential client or a pitch to an existing one. Sometimes, though, the need is personal. Those are my favorite.Stepping out of the elevator I swipe my badge at the double doors immediately ahead of me in a wall of glass separating the 11th-floor occupants from the activities below. That. A personal item that was found that we think belongs to you. Could you please come to the door and identify it for us?"He heard her approach the door. He stood to one side so she couldn't see him by just cracking the door open. She opened it just far enough so she could peek her head around from behind the door and peered out. She looked around. "Where are you? And what item are you talking about?"Larry stepped in front of her door and braced his foot and his hand on it, so she couldn't slam it. "No, Mr. Zaman. You can't do this. You have got to save me from this," shrieked Nusrat, with tears running down her face. "I am sorry, Nusrat. This is beyond me. You have failed me and my company," declared Mr. Zaman."Please can you request one more time if there is another way? Please!" asked Nusrat, begging."Lukas made it quite clear to me that there is no other way," said the emotionless MD.Nusrat continued crying, with much louder sounds. Mr. Zaman let her be as he crossed to his bedroom.