Alina's mansion:
After a warm, painful shower, Jesse came downstairs to meet Alina who was looking into the flash drive;
"Anything important?"
He said. A maid came in and gave him a cup of coffee ; he smiled and took a sip of it.
" Maybe. A list of codes for a missile launch and ...yes! We got it! "
Alina let out a yelp and jumped out of her chair. She began dancing in a weird way, swinging her arms in the air out of excitement.
" You really need to learn how to dance."
" I don't need to, I've got better things to take care of."
" Like what.
" Damian."
***
Damian smashed his hand on the casino table;
"No way. I can't loose! I have come too far for this! "
There was a knock on the door; a woman dressed in pink suit came in;
" Sir, there is someone that would love to speak with you."
" I am busy."
" The person said that she is Alina Sterling."
Damian let out a light chuckle;
" Let me speak with her "
There was a loud buzz on the telephone in front of him before he picked it up;
"Hello Damian, how is business going?" Alina said over the phone in a mocking way; Damian grinned;
" Alina Sterling. So glad that you called."
" Me too Damian. How is your head? Still dizzy from being beaten up by Jesse?" Damian laughed silently;
" Young woman, you are crossing the line."
" What line? The only line I see is this phone line. The gig is up Damian. I won. In the next ten seconds, my friends from the police force would pay you a little visit and all your friends."
A sound of siren was heard downstairs; Damian's security cameras showed police vehicles surrounding his hiding spot. Damian grinned;
" You think that I will be afraid?"
" Not at all..." Alina said.
"...Have fun in prison." As soon as the call ended, the police barged into the room where Damian was, standing still.
" Mr. Damian Vale, you are under arrest. Anything you say or do will be used against you in the court of law." One of the policemen stepped forward and handcuffed Damian. The other one pointed his gun at him;
" Now move it."
Damian bit his lip; ' this isn't over Alina.'
****
Alina's mansion:
" You look good." Alina said as Jesse stepped out of the closet wearing a red tuxedo; black shoes. The suit matched well with his built up body and his hair was combed and neatly cut.
" Now you don't look like a guy who works at a bar."
Jesse stared at the human sized mirror in the room;
" Yeah. Now I look like a butler." Alina scoffed and checked her watch;
" We are late."
" For what exactly?"
" A funeral."
***
The atmosphere was lonely and silent. Tears were on everyone's faces, except for Alina wanted to cry badly but she couldn't. She was tired of crying when the tears couldn't bring them back. She had learned that after her parents death. Jesse felt sympathetic for the family;
" My deepest condolences Mr. Duncan."
" Thank you sir "
Mr. Duncan said admist tears. He turned towards Alina waiting for her to speak. Alina wasn't there. Mentally though. She had gone back in time of when her parents died. Ten years ago. She had just turned eighteen and her parents got her a brand new car. Everything was going on well until the worst happened....