Around 5PM Mark was digging out his keys, searching in every poket. He doesn't find them so, he goes in the backyard of his block to take the backup keys that he kept hidden under a flower pot. He takes them and returns to the apartment. Puts the key inside and tries the door but it doesn't work. Strange, the door was locked from the inside. Someone was inside of his flat.
He rang the bell twice and heard some movement noises coming from the inside. He rings the bell again, calmly as if he would expect somebody to open.
A female voice from the inside answers: 'Mark ?' It was Cassandra. 'Yes' And she shows up in front of the door.
'You don't have keys?' I do, just can't find them right now.
Cassandra carries on. "I came to pick up some of my stuff, I'm flying to Agadir in six hours"
"You joking right?"
"No I'm, not. it's for real, I got a job"
"What job you got in Morocco ?"
"It's classified Papi, but don't worry for me, I'll be back next week"
"Wait a second, What ??"
"Chill okay?"
"No! who gave you this job and what's all this about ? You have to tell me."
Cassandra was adorable, an angel of a woman but just for a little bit of background, she had no family grew up in an Orphanage to the age of 6, then she was taken in custody by a gay couple from Berlin who took care of her royally. She grew up beautifully in a happy loving family with two dads, enjoying the company of their friends, travels abroad and everything good the high life can offer. She was an artist.
"Are you worried for me Papi"
"I am yea, what job you have taken?"
"I'll tell you next week, and better chill, you asked me already 3 times, I can't tell you. It's classified"
"Just stay safe"
"Of course I will"
"Maybe give me a call now and then"
"I'll be working, alot but yes" While stuffing some stockings in a purse and rushing out the door.
Mark clears up his appartment a bit after Cassandra left, makes himself a coffee and calls Mia.
"Are you with Cassandra?"
"I just dropped her at the airport, interrogate me tonight, I'm driving now, kisses, bye"
