Chapter 152

STILL ON LORENZO AND DANICA’s BACKSTORY: *LORENZO* It was dusk when I return to my flat. Drained and a little drunk, learning the ropes of business wasn’t easy. As I flopped down on the sofa in front of the large TV in my spotless, empty flat, my mind wandered as it had all day, back to the conversation I had this morning with the dark-eyed cleaner. Where was she now? What did she look like without the shapeless housecoat on? What color was her hair? Dark like her eyebrows? How old was she? She looked young. Too young, maybe. I was young though. I was just twenty but people always said I looked older. She must be of legal age, right? She couldn’t be younger than that. Too young for what? I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and clicked through the TV channels. Perhaps my reaction to her was a one-off. I mean, she looked like a nun. The TV wasn’t fun to watch. I switched it off. Restless, I sat down at my desk and open Mail on the iMac. There were a few e-mails from my secretary had sent