The next day I was frustrated as hell, he called me last night just to talk dirty to me.

"Morning Gary." I strutted to my office, trying to spend my morning in peace. My espresso was already on my desk, I opened my balcony door and welcome the cold breeze of the morning air to filled my lungs. I sat back on my chair and started lighting my first cigarette of the day.

The morning slowly became afternoon, then the evening came as I started packing up my stuff. Francois entered my office, he was looking at me questioning me. "You looked different, is everything okay?" He slipped his arms...