“What is that, for God’s sake?!” Mielle asked, one day, pointing to an envelope Flora was holding: - Well! A client just came to drop it here. - Which client? - The young man who visited days ago and bought a bouquet for the girl he wanted to dump. - Oh dear! Mielle took the envelope and opened it immediately. There were two letters: One to the "Black-haired florist”, that was Flora. The second to the “Dark-honey lady”, who was Mielle, given her brown skin. There were also two train tickets. It was the most luxurious train in the world: the Orient Express! - I can’t believe my eyes, murmured Mielle, shocked. Two Orient Express tickets, for a journey from Paris to Istanbul, worth more than thirty thousand dollars! - He said this is his way of thanking us. I think that bouquet saved his life! - That man must be a billionaire to drop those precious tickets like that to strangers, just as a tip! - He must be... - What's wrong, sweety? You look perplexed. Do you think he may be o
Claude Knightly.Flora knows for sure who Claude was. She heard her father and even Jack talking about him many times. Claude is the wealthiest man in the city. He's a young billionaire, who came from a respectable family. But he built his riches by himself, from scratch.He's a legend.And that legend risked his life and position to save her.She met him once when they were children. She did him a favor. But it wasn't the thing that may drive a man who had too much to lose into such danger.What a strange man!Flora drank her tea. Then feeling her head relaxed, she moved to the lounge area. She sat on a fluffy sofa and closed her eyes to chill. The pianist was still playing the Moonlight Sonata.While relaxing, Flora felt someone sitting near her. She opened her eyes thinking that Claude is back. Instead, she found an elegant lady who was reading a book.Not just a book. It was A Murder On The Orient Express. Flora was astonished. She adores this book!-You have such an elegant taste
In the other carriage, Flora was shocked when she didn’t come to find Mielle. “Maybe she is in the bathroom?”Flora walked the corridor for the toilet at the end of it. And meanwhile, she passed by a cabin with a slightly open door. Through which, she heard some hard moans and saw a couple kissing in the cabin. The woman and man looked very engaged in their kiss as much as disconnected from the world outside. She was a young blond. He was a middle-aged brunette. “Did I see this man before?” Flora was confused. She is sure she saw that face before but did not remember where or when.“What are you doing, naughty girl?” “Sh*t!”Flora was about to jump in terror when heard Claude whispering to her. She took him by the arm and rushed to hide in her cabin before the couple discovers them:- You were spying on a french kiss and now you are abducting a man and locking him in your cabin! How naughty you’ve become in some years my Flora!- You!Flora was about to blame him for terrorizing he
"Is there a doctor here?!” cried Mr. Bouc, the director of the train. “I am a doctor!” said a middle-aged gentleman. He was Mr.Watson. And he was the only physician on board. Dr.Philip examined the body of Amélie and then said: “She is alive and I believe she got poisoned. Let’s bring her to her room so I can examine her better. Do we have medicines on board?” “Yes! Sure!”, responded Mr. Bouc. “What do you mean poisoned?” Asked a passenger who was almost fifty: Mr. Daniel “Do you mean SOMEONE has poisoned her?! Is there a KILLER here?!” It seems the idea of having a killer among them terrified all passengers. The Ladies cried, and the men cursed: - A criminal! There’s a criminal here! - Call the police immediately! What are you waiting for?! - Stop the train and bring the poor woman to the hospital! - We are all dead! The tension has almost become chaos that Mr. Bouc was unable to shut it down. And then the noises stopped as the train stopped abruptly: - What’s going on? A
“Why do you look uncomfortable, Ciel? It is not the first time we solve a murder!”“Sir! Please, speak lower! Someone may hear you!”Barely, Claude concealed a laugh. Teasing Ciel, his always-anxious assistant, was his favorite hobby. They were in the Grand Suite of Claude planning their next actions when Claude noticed the unease in Ciel. So he tried to lighten up the environment.Yet, it took Claude almost a minute to come back to his serious, ice-cold mood. What was happening was horrible. They are stuck on the train with a murderer. His precious Flora is stuck on this train with a murderer. He felt a chill. If Flora gets hurt or if she injures her little finger, he will never forgive himself.“Tell James to be the bodyguard of Ms. La Candida till we get out of this damned train,” ordered Claude.“But sir, it will be quite dangerous to keep a single bodyguard for you!” protested Ciel.Claude hated getting disobeyed. He glared at poor Ciel with a couple of terrorizing silver eyes.
Flora felt a cold shiver hearing the word ‘playtime’. She saw Lola securing the door and Sophie taking a suitcase from under the bed. The bag was fall of s*x toys. Things that looked bizarre but harmless, uncomparable with torture bag of Jack:“You’re not gonna r*pe me, I guess?” murmured Flora“How naive! If someone is willing to r*pe you he won’t tell you in advance! Plus, if you feel insecure around someone you should ask immediately for help!” exclaimed Amélie “And no of course, why should I r*pe you? There's no fun in this. Added to it, I may look a bit extravagant but I have principles.”"Principles!" mocked Flora“Yes, I do! Believe it or not!” Claimed Amélie “I was just thinking since you are a virgin…”“How did you know?!”“It is obvious as bloody hell! Please!” said Amélie “I was saying since you are still a virgin, why don’t you use the chance of being on the Orient Express to lose it?!”“How poetic!”“And practical too. With a killer on board, who knows? Maybe we are all go
“If I make you my protégée, will you stay by my side?” Asked Claude. “I am… You stupid Claude!.. Can’t you see I am already on your side, from the start?!” Answered Flora. Claude looked so satisfied by the answer. He blushed and smiled. Then, he brushed his beautiful black hair and stepped back: “Flora! Flora! My dear sweet Flora! Are you an angel or something? You always tell me the words I need to hear the most, the words that flatter my heart and bless my soul with serenity.” “And you sometimes scares me…” Flora and Claude walked together to the louange. The rest of passengers, except Mielle, Amélie and her Sugar Babies, were there. Claude stepped in and announced: “Hello Ladies and gentlemen. My name is Claude Knightly and I am a businessman and a former detective. I have a master's degree in Criminology and collaborated with local police on many occasions. Due to the unfortunate events we are living, Mr. Bouc the director of the train asked me to conduct an investigation to
The whole situation looked sarcastic. After having the interview with Madame Sesilea, Claude asked Flora to be his guest. In the Grand Suite of the businessman, Ciel was doing his researches, while Flora and Claude are having some tea to calm their nerves: “What a jock, everywhere I look there’s something linked to the mafia” said Claude “The killed man is someone I knew. He was a mafia man before retiring years ago and running away to Europe.” “Then, the killer may be a mafia man who is sent to execute the fugitive?” “It may be.” “Why did he aim for Mrs. De Cassel? Do you think she’s having troubles with the mafia too?” “It may be!” “It means the only suspicious who has nothing to do with the mafia are Mr. and Mrs. Schnider?” “It may be...” “But Miss Flora, what do you mean they are suspicious? They were all in the restaurant when the poor man was killed, weren't they?” Asked Ciel. “Mielle heard the man struggling, that's why she thought he was fighting with someone. But it i