A new husband – Part 1

Philippe decided that this day will be a good one. He was standing at the window, watching the pedestrians move around. He hated to walk, and hated to drive, so that’s why he hired that driver. Single problem was; his father hated him because of that. But he had the money so why worry?

Getting tired of standing, he moved back to his desk, sat down and pressed the big red button on the small terminal.

- Miss. Presley?

A really thin voice cracked through the small speaker.

- Yes?

- Miss Presley, can you send in the next one?

- Certainly, sir.

He let go of the button and shaped his face to look serious. With a quick move he pushed his glasses up and focused on the door.

With a gentle move, the door was opened. A lady, taller than expected walked inside the room. In her hand, under a black scarf, there was something moving.

- Mrs…

- Kamar.

- Mrs Kamar, thank you for coming. Please call me Mr. Doctor.

She found the sofa and sat down.

- Every time?

- Excuse me?

- Every time I talk to you I should use the Mr. Doctor?

- Doctor then.

She put down her little package and with a fast move she lit a cigarette.

He panicked.

- No no, you can’t do that in here!

- For the fee that I am paying, I expect to do anything I want.

He sat back in his chair and lifted a small handkerchief.

- What is that black thing?

- Mr. Puffles.

- What?

She slowly removed the black scarf and there was a cat under it. A bald cat.

- That’s a rat? You carry that around?

- It’s not a  rat, “Doctor”. It’s a cat. A Peterbald.

- It’s called Peter?

- No. It’s the name of the breed.

Philippe was more than angry, but he was not allowed to show that.

- Mrs Kamar, I cannot work while that cat is looking at me.

- You just need to listen anyway.

- Ohh dear.

She reached for the necklace, opened the little vial that was attached to the chain around her neck and gave the cat some kind a fluid to drink.

- Can we begin?

- Certainly! How can I help?

- I need a new husband.

- My lady, I think you’re in the wrong place. With a request as such, we usually go to….

- No. I don’t want you to kill my current one. I just need you to get me a new husband who I can travel to Peru with.

- Peru?

- Walter, my current husband has this skin disease and he cannot come to Peru.

- I see.

- So I need a husband.

- Mrs Kamar, I’m sure Mr. Kamar would not like that.

- It’s Walter. And he was the one who sent me here.

- To me?

- Yes, he told me how you helped Madame Zeeman.

- But that is absurd! Madame Zeeman has mental problems, she didn’t want a new husband!

- Well maybe this little envelope holds the key to that locked door.

- I cannot be bribed!

- Two thousand.

His eyes went crazy. Dreams of richness filled his mind. He felt the urge to bow.

- Let me see what I can do.

She smiled.

- Uhm, Miss Presley?

- Yes?

- Can you please connect me to Steven Brownie?

- Most certainly.

Lady Kamar bolted toward the desk.

- You seriously want me to merry a man named Brownie?

- He is a most pleasant young man!

- But he is named Brownie!

- You don’t need to take up his name.

- I don’t like it.

She sat back on the sofa. She looked down than back to Philippe.

- Where is my cat?

The man looked around alarmed but the cat was nowhere to be seen.

- I don’t…

- Where. Is. My. CAT?

 

To be continued.

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