Chapter - 7

Clyde told his mom about joining Mrs. Winfrey's firm, but his mom wasn't in support of that, she said;

“You studied to be a journalist, at least do something equal to that. When will you start being productive, don't think like a kid. Go search for a better job.”

“But mom, I'm planning to finish that MBA of mine. Anyways only one year of that is left right? The job at the Winfrey's firm is just to support myself. I'll look for a better job once I finish with it, what say?”

“Okay, as you say. Go join the firm and finish your MBA.”

After getting his old job again, he applied to be considered for the course completion. They allowed to him join upon clearing the entrance exams. After a week's struggle, he cleared out the examination pretty well. He went over to George's place occasionally.

One such occasion George said,

“Shall we go out today? Say, a pub or something. We'll grab a drink or two, do a bit dancing if we can find a partner and finally go for a drive.”

“Sure, it's been a while since I've gone to one.”

They drove in George's Mustang to a night pub kind a far from his office. The pub was called the River Bed and people never asked why because that wasn't the reason they were there and were purely not their concern. George pulled up near the entrance and asked Clyde to get down there while he went and parked the car. Clyde got out, closed the door and stretched. He was wearing a black t-shirt and black jeans; he had over him a black jacket. He walked into the pub; the lights were already, the music going and the dancers already on the floor giving their best. He went over to the man filling the glasses, he asked the man for a glass of Johnnie Walker, he then turned his attention towards the dancers while slowly sipping his drink and waiting for George. George came in soon enough and got himself a Macallan. A beautiful lady sat down in the chair near George, she eyed him, drank from a cup someone left untouched. She then stretched towards George and asked,

“Hey Handsome, wanna dance?”

George refused politely and said, “Sometimes he'll be interested” beckoning to Clyde. The lady went over to Clyde and asked him if he was interested. He placed his drink on the table, stood; she took his hand and led him onto the floor. Finding a space, they faced each other; he put his right hand around her hip, stretched out his left arm with her fingers enclosed in his, she placed her left arm on his shoulder, and they began to move with the music. She was flexible, she moved with ease; but she was surprised at how well Clyde moved. She dipped; he changed arms, changed steps. George sat there watching them move around with ease. Clyde went on dancing, as he danced tears rolled down his cheeks, he remembered the various times he had danced with Laura. He dried his eyes on his shoulders, he looked at the girl dancing with him, and she was beautiful in her red Bodycon. She danced elegantly; her movements were as like the ones of a skillful dancer, the way she placed her legs, the way she dipped, the way she turned, everything was in place without any fault. They danced for some time, and then sat down to have a drink. She was about to ask him something when suddenly George appeared out of nowhere and said they had to leave immediately. George didn't wait for him to slowly rise from his seat; George just pulled him across the room towards the exit. Once outside, George led the way towards where he had parked the car. He pushed Clyde inside and he himself got in behind the wheels. He reached out to his pocket, pulled out his phone and tapped on the screen a number of times until he got what he was looking for. He placed the phone on the phone holder and started the engine. The engine roared and came to life, without giving a second look, George accelerated to the left slightly missing an upcoming car. By the looks of the driver, it seemed that he was horrified. George yet never minding drifted around the corners scaring the passerby drivers. Clyde asked the reason for this entire stunt he was putting, but he replied,

“Shut up and put on your seat belt if you don't want to die tonight.”

Clyde quickly clicked the belt into the lock and waited for his friend's madness to subdue. It is then he noticed it, the phone on the phone holder; the phone displayed a map with two dots, one red and the other green. The green, he recognized, was them by the mannerism of movement. The red, he didn't who, but that was surely the person George was rushing after. The red dot soon stopped moving, and soon enough, Clyde and George reached the spot. The map zoomed in itself, and they passed through the parking lot. The map began to beep when their stopped near a Red Mercedes. George pulled up his car right next to it and got out telling Clyde to stay in the car. George walked away towards the entrance and Clyde watched as he stepped into the elevator. Ten minutes later, the elevator opened, George stepped out, and walked towards the car. He got in, started the engine, reversed the car and drove towards the exit. Clyde couldn't hold it anymore, he spilled it,

“Ok, everything's done? Now could you please tell me WTF is going on? I haven't got a clue.”

George smiled and replied, “Will you believe me if I told you the whole programs tonight were part of a mission I was carrying out?”

“I don't get it.”

“I was asked to monitor a person and give a detailed report about that person's one week's activities. I don't have any staff to do this job for me, so I had to do it myself. And you; thank you for coming and hope you had fun.” “Oh! Well, I lost my entire good mood after that ride."