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“I'll pay you for this week, and then we'll call it a day.”
    Not an ounce of contrition or remorse showed on his face when I spoke. He'd just been fired but, like a psychopath, showed no emotion. It was hard to think someone who'd put so much effort into his work could be so apathetic about losing it.
    He said nothing, only continued raking the mess together into a neat pile. I left him to it feeling half victorious and half cheated. Victorious because I'd had the last laugh; I'd had all the power and had exercised it. Cheated because I was getting rid of the only man who'd ever really stood up to me.
     
    Life resumed as normal the following Monday. Although, when eight rolled by a part of me expected to hear his timely ring at the door.
    Despite my efforts to the contrary I dreamed about him again after his departure. Although none of the dreams were as steamy as the first, I still awoke feeling hot and tingly all over; and for a few minutes after waking, realizing that his touch wasn't real, or the smell of his aftershave was only a product of memory, a part of me longed for his presence. In what capacity, I was afraid to know. Somehow having him around, even if only for a few hours a day, made me feel slightly less alone. Lupita had brought life to the house, but not in the same way. His presence screamed to me wherever I was in it; screamed to me even when he was no longer in it.
    A week had gone by since I'd let him go. I jumped out of sleep, out of one of my lewd dreams about him. My whole body felt alive; the tingling sensation on my thigh where his phantom touch had landed spread to the rest of my body. With heavy breathing I looked at my alarm clock: 11PM. Not too late to satiate my desire. My body wouldn't allow me to return to slumber, to settle for the dream. No, there was no fun in that. It needed the real thing, or as close to the real thing as I could get. Rod would be awake. Millionaires didn't keep normal hours. Apparently their minds were always working overtime, so much so that they could go days before realizing they hadn't slept.
    I felt blindly in the dark for the lamp switch. When light spilled through the room I climbed out of bed and found my cell phone on my dressing table. I punched in his name, but before I could hit call the phone started ringing. That sound of choking birds rang loudly, catching me by surprise. As I looked at the screen my breath caught in my throat when I saw the caller I.D.
    Eduardo.
    All of a sudden I didn't remember how buttons worked. I scrambled to hit answer. Pressing the phone to my ear I didn't get a chance to offer a greeting.
    “Is this Victoria?” the female voice spoke, rushed, anxious and out of breath. She didn't wait for my reply. “Please, we need your help.”
    “Who is this?” I didn't think the question unreasonable considering the time of day. Who the hell was this girl using Eduardo's cell, and why had she called me?
    “Claudia,” came the erratic voice again. In the background raucous shouts and cheers echoed, doing a great job of making her almost inaudible. “I'm Eduardo's sister. You gotta help us. I didn't know who else to call.”
    Eduardo's sister. Well, that explained it. But, why had she called me?
    “Is your mother all right?” It was the second time I had to repeat the question, this time with a shout over the noise in the background.
    “It's, it's my brother, he's in trouble. They're gonna kill him.” Her voice was shrill and frightened, something I couldn't ignore. I wanted to, but I couldn't. Without even realizing it I'd pulled on a pair of jeans and a sweater.
    “Calm down, all right. Where are you? Have you called the police?”
    “No, I... it's not like that. He won't let me. He doesn't even know I'm calling you. Can you come?”
    “Tell me where you are.”
    “The basketball court on Piedmont Avenue.”
    Piedmont Avenue, just ten minutes away. I'd do it in five if I ignored the speed limits.
    “I'm on my way.”
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