"There you go. That's always how it goes. I never have my say. All I have to do is listen and obey. Obey, obey and obey. I get my bag hanging on a chair and I go in spite of myself in the nightclub. I went straight to the boss's office. The door was ajar and I entered. He hasn't noticed my presence yet. He walks from one end of his office table to the other, sighing and running his hands over his face. Usually when he's in this state, it doesn't smell good at all."

"Me signaling my presence: I'm here boss."

"Konaté stopping with his hands on his hips: What did you do yesterday with the client?"

"Direct me: This guy has no respect for me. Imagine that he left me standing there without touching me and without caring about me for a long time. When I complained, he started insulting and ridiculing me. I had had enough so I left."

"Konaté trying to speak but is silent: Sira tu......"

"Me apologizing: I'm sorry boss."

"Konaté calmer: How many times do I have to tell you that you have to learn to control your emotions? This guy can insult you, he can call you names. You don't need to react because you're there for a purpose and not to argue. You get offended at the slightest opportunity and at the slightest wrong word. It's not good."

"Me: He laughed at me. He denigrated me, you know?"

"Konaté, blowing a blow: He made fun of you, so what? You do not care. You are there for your money and nothing else so the rest doesn't matter to you. This is how you will succeed in forging a mind of steel. We don't react to everything in life. Now you've just caused us to lose a very important client."

"Me: Don't worry. I'll catch up tonight. I'll find us other clients more important than him."

"Desperate Konaté: Don't you understand? This man is Hamed FAROUK. One of the richest young people in this country. Even if you find us other clients, he won't be as expensive as Hamed would be. This man spends like nothing at all. Money is like water to him. You really messed up on this one."

"Me confused: Hamed FAROUK? Weird because I've never heard of him before."

"Konaté: Normal because he is very withdrawn. Moreover he was not in the country. It is because he has just returned that he celebrated his return yesterday. I don't know if you read magazines, but often he is on the cover of magazines."

"Me: Ok I see. Sorry boss."

"Konaté sighing: It doesn't matter. You are my best girl. You bring me double what the other girls bring me combined so I can only scold you a little. The damage is already done but next time Sira please control yourself. I implore you."

"Me: I got it. Do not worry."

"Konaté smiling: And Mira? How is she ?"

"Me: She's fine thank you boss."

"Konaté: Ok you can leave."

"Me turning my back: See you tonight."

"Konaté calling out to me: Eh...eh....wait and one last thing, apparently you crushed his balls? How can you do this?"

"Me retracing my steps: He had been looking for him."

"Konaté laughing out loud: You are amazing Sira."

"Me laughing too: Bye."

"I left the boss's office, taking the trouble to close the door behind me. At the end of the corridor, I nearly bumped into Linda who was obviously also going to the boss's office."

"Linda nervous: Say Sira please can you give me a loan? I'll pay you back next week I promise."

"Me unable: No sorry I can't. The little money I have gathered is for gas, electricity, rent, my daughter's schooling and for shopping to fill the freezer. Sorry."

"Linda: Say rather that you do not want to lend me this money."

"Me disappointed by these remarks: How can you say that? You talk like you don't know my situation. I'm not richer than you so what's happening to you."

"Linda eyeing me: You're not rich as me you say? With all the money you collect? Yesterday you spent the night with Hamed FAROUK and you want me to believe that you are not rich?"

"Me surprised: How did you know that my client yesterday was this Hamed?"

"Linda: I assumed. You always have the big fish in your net. Everyone chooses you while I struggle to get clients. Besides, you're the boss' favorite."

"Me: It's not my fault that everyone asks me. You don't lack customers either, so why this frustration?"

"Linda bumping me before leaving: Excuse me."

"I turn my head and watch her go. I shake my head because I'm overwhelmed by his behavior. A lot of them think I have a lot of money when I don't. It's true that I earn a lot but most of it goes into the boss's pocket. He is the one who collects almost everything and Linda should be the best placed to understand me because I tell him everything. I don't understand his reaction."

**** Hotel Palm Camayenne ****

**** Hamed FAROUK ****

"One of the hotel maids brought me the ice cubes I ordered. She has to put them in a towel and form it into a ball so that I put it on my crotch, but she just does nonsense."

"Me freaking out: STOP! ITS GOOD. GO AWAY. I WILL DO IT MYSELF."

"Trembling maid: Excuse me sir."

"She hurries to get out of the room. I'm so angry I might explode. I make a painful effort to get out of bed and walk. That filthy tramp crushed my balls yesterday. She's going to pay me dearly. I limp as I walk and I take care of putting the ice cubes in the tea towel. My friend Ibrahim is in the room with me. He's been quiet for a while."

"Me looking at him: If you can't find anything to say after what I've told you, you can leave."

"Ibrahim breathing deeply: It's not by getting mad at everyone that you're going to solve things. Me personally, I don't blame this girl. You called it for a purpose so you just do it. I don't see how what she's doing bothers you. If she considers it her job, where is your problem? Prostitution is a job and moreover it is the "oldest profession in the world".

"Me sneering: A job my eye. Giving yourself in exchange for money is a job? This girl has no value, no dignity. She's a bitch."

"Ibrahim getting angry: What the hell is your problem?"

"Me: You haven't seen it. If you had seen it you would have agreed with me. This girl is too beautiful to do this job. She can do other things."

"Ibrahim raising his eyebrows: Ah I see. I understand your problem. Your problem is that you liked the girl so much that you resented the idea that she was a prostitute."

"Me: I don't like prostitutes. Did you forget that it was a prostitute who broke up our family? It's a bitch who separated my father from us. Dad was completely obsessed with this girl. He only had eyes for her. He left our mother for her. We suffered for a long time, my mother, my sister and I."

"Ibrahim sad: I know and I'm sorry but you have to try to turn the page and forget all this. You hurt yourself."

"Me on the verge of tears: I hate him so much. If you knew how much I hate my father. I will never forgive him for all the harm he has done to me. Never."

"Ibrahim: Calm down. Its good."

"I hold back tears, clenching my jaw. You can see the veins forming on my face. Every time I think about all of this, I feel an indescribable rage rising through me. It's painful to dwell on the past so I only focus on the present. I now have to go home. Since my return, neither my mother nor my sister have known about it. Only Ibrahim and a few friends of mine know that. I managed to calm the pain burning in my crotch and Ibrahim's driver drove me home."

"I arrive at home. My home, my home. Where sits a good part of my memories. This triplex which is located in one of the most upscale neighborhoods of Conakry. I think you already know enough about me or it is necessary to introduce me again? If you really want me to do it, I'll do it. I am Hamed FAROUK. I'm in my 30s and I'm a US dollar millionaire. My fortune, I amassed it thanks to my contracts that I have everywhere with the big brand houses. I am in collaboration with brands like "Adidas" or "Nike". Apart from that, I also have my ready-to-wear shops all over the world. I am also a temporal model for the biggest magazines. For years, I worked like crazy to provide a dream life for the two people dearest to my heart: my mother Sénab and my sister Djélika."

"I open the trunk of the car and take out my suitcase. I only kept one suitcase and besides, it doesn't contain much. I take it and go into the house. I look around the garden. He is magnificent. It proves that my mother takes great care of it. Lots of well kept flowers. So far I have only found the guard in the yard. I go inside. I see the housekeeper, Samirath, supervising the work of the servants."

"Samirath seeing me: Hamed is it you?"

"Me smiling: It's me Sami how are you?"

"Samirath throwing himself into my arms: Oh my son, welcome. When did you arrive?"

"Me: Yesterday Sami. I got off yesterday."

"Samirath hugging me tightly: Oh my Hamed. You're so beautiful."

"Me happy: Thank you Sami."

"I love Samirath so much. I love it to the limit. She is older than my mother. She is in her fifties. I consider her the grandmother I never had."

"Me glancing: Tell me, Sami, where's mom and Djélika?"

"Samirath: They are in your mother's room."

"Me climbing the stairs: Okay thank you very much."

"I hurry to go to my mother's room. I'm so excited to see them again. I have spent several years abroad in such a way that I no longer recognize my house or the location of the rooms. After a moment of bewilderment, I finally find my mother's room."

"Me knocking on the door: ....."

"My mother answering from the other side: Yes enter Samirath."

"Me entering: Hello mom."

"My mother happy to see me again: Oh my son, is it you? Hamed is it you?"

"Me with open arms: Yes mom it's me."

"My mother throwing herself into my arms: My son. My Hamed."

"Me smiling: Yes mum."

"Djélika watching the scene with tears in her eyes: You didn't tell us that you were coming, big brother."

"Me: I wanted to surprise you."

"Djélika joining us for the hug: I'm happy to see you again big brother."

"Me touched: I'm also happy to see you again my queens."

"My mother hugging me to the point of suffocating me: You're not going to go away anymore inh."

"Me lying: No mum. I will stay now."

"My happy mother: Finally. Thanks Allah. Thanks for bringing my son back."

"Djélika: Finally!"

"My mother and my sister are happy to see me again. My mother touches my face to check if I have anything. She hugs me like a baby. They are happy and so am I."

"Djélika: What did you bring back for us, Hamed?"

"Me: Perfumes and vouchers for shopping. How do you like it ?"

"My mother: Of course my love. What pleases me the most is that you are finally back."

"Me: I missed you mom."

*** Evening ***

"My mother and sister helped me unpack my suitcase. My room is as I left it. Nothing has moved. Although the servants come to clean it every day, my mother still insisted that they do it again this time and change the bed cover. Which of course has been done. I took a shower. It was a bit painful for me because my balls still hurt. This bitch did a lot but believe me, she won't get away with it. Currently I am preparing to go to this nightclub. I wore a light navy blue shirt that I buttoned halfway, added to that, I put on pants sewn with fabric and flappers. I took one of our cars and left."

**** Night show. ****

"The first instinct I had when entering the nightclub was to look for the girl from yesterday among the crowd. So far, I haven't seen it yet. I sat in a corner and a waitress came up to me."

"Waitress speaking aloud: WHAT DO YOU WANT HANDOUT."

"It's true that with the music playing, I can't hear well. My reception is scrambled. However, I manage to understand what she is trying to tell me."

"Me speaking out loud: A BOTTLE OF VODKA AND ICE PLEASE."

"Waitress walking, shaking her buttocks: Ok, I'm coming."

"This bitch thinks to seduce me with her deformed buttocks like those of parched grandmothers. I'm just offended by this kind of behavior. As I make myself comfortable, my arms above the sofa and my feet crossed, I see the owner of the nightclub arrive. That's good. I want to see him so he can do me a little favor."

"Konaté happy to see me: Wow the greatest customer of all time!"

"Me holding out my palm to him: Himself in person."

"Konaté typing in my hand: How are you Mr. Farouk?"

"Me unhappy: It's not going at all. I won't lie to you. I'm not at all happy with your daughter's behavior yesterday."

"Konaté sitting down on the sofa opposite: Oh I'm sorry. I understand your anger. Please forgive her. You know she's not usually like that. If she behaved this way it's because she has tense nerves at the moment. She has a lot of problems that's why."

"Me: That's not a reason to want to make me sterile or to take my life. I am very disappointed and I would like you to do me a favor to compensate for this fault."

"Konate: Which one?"

"Me: I would like you to fire her."

"Konate startled: What!"

"Me adds: You heard right."

"Konaté: Sorry, but I can't do what you're asking me to do. Sira is my best prostitute and she earns me a lot so I can't."

"Me sketching a smile: How much?"

"Konate: Excuse me?"

Me: How much does it earn you per day? I will promise to pay it to you every day."

Konaté: That's not it sir. It's not a question of money but my business is in danger here. I can fire all the girls if you want but I can't fire Sira. She is in high demand. If I let her go, my competitors will quickly seize the opportunity and it's not good for my business. You understand ?

"Silent me: ......."

"Konaté: Above all, don't get angry Mr. FAROUK."

"Me a little disappointed: Ok it does not matter."

"Konaté: Thank you for understanding and he......"

"Me cutting him off: Your waitress takes a long time to bring me my drink."

"Konaté apologizing: Sorry. I'm going to go see what makes it take so long."

"Me: Okay."

"Konate standing up: Excuse me."

"It hurts me not to have succeeded, but I'm not going to let go. I'll find a way to make that bitch pay. I wander my eyes around the box and without knowing it, our eyes meet. Finally, I found it. I want to get up to go tell him my four truths but Konaté arrives with my order. I drop my butt despite myself. I sigh annoyed."

**** Sira KANTE ****

"What is this arrogant guy looking for in the box again? I thought that after what I did to him yesterday, he won't have the courage to come back, but I see that I was wrong. I see him from afar discussing with the boss. I hope it's not to get me in trouble. This wizard with protruding eyes like an owl is ready for anything. In short, it doesn't matter. I must continue my service. I take orders from customers and parade past him to serve them. He looks at me and I look at him. I even ogle him. He clenches his fist like someone who wants to do something. He can do what. Stupid like that. All evening, he stood there looking at me. Luckily he's finally gone. Tonight I have a new client. This is the first time he came to the box. I hope he's not like the other bipolar. He opens the door for me to get into his car, but first I wanted to clear things up."

"Me: Wait! You know it's five hundred miles a night, right?"

"Giving him astonishment: Five hundred miles? Your boss didn't tell me that."

"Me surprised: How come he didn't tell you that? You asked for Sira didn't you? I take from five hundred miles at night. The boss must have told you that."

"Him: Ok go upstairs first. We'll see later."

"Me opposing: Never. I want to make things clear first."

"Him furious: You go up you dirty bitch!"

"Angry Me: You can't afford it and you want Sira in your bed. Anything."

"I'm about to take a step forward to leave this place but I receive a painful slap that makes me fall. I barely had a moment's respite to digest this slap when he climbs on me and gives me other stronger and more painful ones."

"Me screaming: LET GO OF ME DIRTY PIG! AAAAAHHH

"He unleashes himself on me with all his might. I was in terrible pain. My skin was tearing at the touch of his punches. He rips my top. My chest is left bare."

"Raising his hand: I'm going to redo the dirty bitch portrait for you."

"I close my eyes waiting for his punch to my face. I have had my eyes closed for quite a while but nothing is happening. I then open my eyes. I tilt my head to the side and I see the bipolar gentleman who is on top of him kicking him. I stand up painfully and I hide my chest with my hand. Mister bipolar seems very furious. He beats him without pity then afflicts him the coup de grace and gets up leaving him to lie on the ground. My executioner is in really bad shape. I watch him on the floor. He is in a terrible state and moans in pain. I look up. They will cross those of Mr bipolar. His hand is bleeding and he is breathing heavily."

"He breathes with his mouth open: How we meet again. You thought you were going to get away with this, didn't you? What I'm going to do to you is nothing compared to what this guy wanted to do to you."

"Me scared: I....I....."

"He glares at me. The insistence of his gaze pierces my skin. We stare into each other's eyes without saying a word. No noise around. Just that of the wind blowing."