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“What! ”.

“Why are they still alive?”.

“I’m sorry sir, everything was well set but I didn’t know the others won’t make the trip”.

“Sorry for yourself, I fucking paid you to kill all of them, not one you bastard, how do you plan to clean up your mess?”.

“I just found out that they’re all in Paris, I’ll take the first flight down there tomorrow”.

“You better get down there and finish the job as soon as possible and mistakes will not be tolerated this time”.

“There will be no mistakes this time sir”.

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The funeral parlor was crowded as expected, It was a primitive, not so state of the art building of stone, marble and gargoyles but still a sight to behold. The chapel was filled mostly by Heiscephas employees unevenly distributed across the row of seats, then friends and the press, Diego was seated at the front row lost in his thoughts, it all seemed like a facade to him, it was impossible, death always seemed to him like something far away and not within his square, this his little perfect square, he heard the minister speaking “ Dust to dust, ashes to ashes ” But he paid little attention to him and went back to his thoughts.

“The lord gives and the Lord takes away” and the people were beginning to stand to either give their condolences or head for the exit.

Diego stood by, doing the needful, talking, listening to condolences and the like from “friends”, speaking to relatives he had never seen before.

“Excuse me”.

“Yeah”.

“It’s Adrian”

“Ahh, Adrian, it’s been a while, I wasn’t expecting you, how have you been”.

“I’ve been good Diego, I’m really sorry for your loss”.

“Thanks man, I wish we had met in different circumstances”.

“Anyway, I just got in yesterday and I’ll be in Paris for awhile” Adrian said.

“You could come stay at my place, we got enough rooms to spare” Diego said.

“I would have liked that, but I’ve already booked a room at a hotel”.

“Alright man”.

“Yeah, later”.

Adrian left the chapel and took a cab downtown to the Drin hotel, the paid the fare, got down from the cab and paced upwards towards his hotel room.

“Did you see him”.

“Yeah, he was egoistic as usual”.

“I guess it’s a family trait, cause his brother Dave behaved like that the other day”.

“I’m getting really sick of them, they don’t deserve shit, they let others do the dirty work and then they get all the fucking fame”.

“Patience my love, they’ll get what they deserve soon enough” Gabriella said.

“How far have the preparations gone?” Adrian asked.

“In about a day or two it’ll be ready and they won’t know what hit them”.

“Good, dust shall they return to and I’ll get back everything that belongs to me, the money and the fame and finally, everyone will know it’s my blood.

This chapter of Perfect Square and other preceding/upcoming chapters are is/are purely fictional and any event that portrays real life situation(s) is merely coincidental. Please share and feel free to comment, Stay safe and healthy and do well to log in next Wednesday for the the update 💖🔜😊.