23

"I feel like i am in those Global TV shows," Andre says looking through his binoculars.

"As a detective or a criminal?" I ask and stare outside.

"Both." He turns to face me.

"What dirt did you find on Mr Marcelo?" I ask.

"None, just imagine. He is a Clean Slate, no criminal record not even for drunk driving or a parking ticket."

"Too good to be true." I turn again to stare outside.

I can feel his stare as I gaze the Emerson Hotel. A large banner is suspended above it written; Varsity Congress and workshop. It is going to be a one week workshop and I wonder if this is one of the reasons Mr Marcelo wanted we meet here.

"What do you think he's going to ask me to steal?" I ask Andre.

"I don't know but money is what I would bid on."

I look down at my attire, the short, tight dress. It isn't the kind one would wear to go on heist but a seduction mission.

"I doubt that," I answer.

"Enough with the worry, I will be here listening" He points at his headphones. "Just do as we have agreed o