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Subject: {ASSM} From Manhattan to Munich: Part 6 - The Journey Begins (nosex)
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From Manhattan to Munich
Part 6 - The Journey Begins
(nosex)

I had a restless sleep. I kept having bad dreams about Lanisha
coming after me and Victoria. The last bad dream was horrifying.
It was so bad that I was unable to go back to sleep. I looked at
the clock. It was 3:14 AM. I turned on the late-night news to
catch up on current events and business news. I hoped I would be
okay for our board meeting later today. I decided that I would be
more productive in my office. I left my apartment and rode the
elevator down and hailed a taxi and had him drive me to our
company's headquarters.

I have felt unsafe since Lanisha broke in my apartment three
weeks ago and hacked into my computer and posted threatening
messages on my Facebook. I haven't heard from Victoria since our
last phone call. I was beginning to wonder if Lanisha sent any
threatening messages to Victoria. I heard police sirens on my way
to my business. It's a shame that I don't feel safe living in a
Park Place apartment.

Once I arrived at my business, I knocked on the door. The night
security guard recognized me and let me in. I rode the elevator
to the tenth floor where my offices and the board room are
located. I headed straight for my office, fixed a pot of coffee,
and buried myself in paper work. I checked my email, and I
noticed an email from Cristian Hermann. In his email, he stated
that he was an investor who was looking to purchase our company
and use his marketing influence to take our company to new
levels. Part of his business strategy involved extensive
advertising campaigns, an online media presence, and a "cool
look." 

I got on my Facebook and checked for any contact from Victoria. I
was still feeling guilty for cheating on her with Taylor. But I
knew that to move forward with Victoria, I had to put my past
with Taylor behind me. I was getting ready to close my browser
when I got a message from Taylor:

     Taylor Lynne: Call me. I have something important to tell
you.  :)

I got my phone out and called Taylor. She answered after the
first ring. "Hello?" she answered.

"Hey Tay," I said. "Haven't heard from you in a while."

"Same here, Sean-Paul."

"So," I said," how's Angelica?"

"She's fine," Taylor replied. "She's in bed. Anyway, did you get
my message on Facebook?"

"The message where you said you have something important to talk
about?" I asked.

"Yeah," she replied. "I'm pregnant."

Oh wow. I was going to be a father. "I'm very happy for you, Tay.
Just make me a promise."

"Anything," Taylor said.

"Just take very good care of my kid," I said, "and if you ever
need any financial assistance, I'll gladly help. After all, a
father's supposed to spoil their kids from time to time." We had
a hearty laugh. "I'm really glad we got a chance to talk. I'm not
in a very good mood."

"What's wrong?" Taylor asked.

"I haven't heard from Victoria in three weeks, and my
ex-girlfriend Lanisha broke in my apartment and posted threats on
my Facebook page."

"Oh wow," Taylor said. "I hope they get her."

"I'm just worried that she said something to Victoria and maybe
that's why Victoria hasn't talked lately," I said. "Tay, I can't
live without Victoria. I don't know what -" - then my phone
beeped. I checked the caller ID. It was the NYPD 4th Precinct.
"Tay, I have to hang up, the cops are calling. I'll talk to you
later."

"Okay, bye," Taylor said.

"Bye hun," I said. Then I hit the send button. "This is Sean-Paul
DeCraig."

"Mr. DeCraig, this is Detective Dunne. We just arrested your
ex-girlfriend Lanisha LaPraix on those charges you filed. Will
you come to the station and identify her?"

"Sure, I'll be there ASAP." I hung up and left. I hailed a taxi
and rode to the 4th Precinct. I went in and was met by a balding
Jewish man wearing a suit.

"Mr. DeCraig, I'm Detective Philip Dunne, NYPD. Follow me,
please." I followed Dunne up a flight of stairs. Once we reached
the top of the stairs, we walked down a hallway until we reached
his office. We entered, and he closed the door. "Have a seat,
please." I sat down. Dunne pulled out a newspaper from three
years ago and showed me an article. It was an article about a
wealthy lawyer named Lawrence Hastings who was found dead in his
apartment. I read further into the article, and then I saw the
name of his girlfriend who apparently found him: Lanisha
LaPraix.

"Holy shit," I calmly stated.

"Yeah, we recently reopened the case and found evidence that
suggests that he was murdered. And when we reviewed Ms. LaPraix's
interrogation footage, we got suspicious. So we got the
fingerprint from your laptop, and we ran them against the
fingerprints that we found at the Hastings crime scene. They
matched up."

Sweet Jesus. Not only had I been fucking Shepard Smith's sloppy
seconds, but I was also fucking a crazy ass murderer. "Are you
saying that Lanisha murdered Lawrence Hastings?"

"No, we're not saying it," said Dunne. "She's saying it. She just
confessed. Consider yourself lucky, Mr. DeCraig. You would have
been her next victim. We need to get a statement from you." I
spent nearly an hour giving a statement to Dunne. After I was
done, I got ready to leave, but something told me that I had to
confront Lanisha.

"I want to see Lanisha," I said.

"Okay," Dunne said. Dunne walked me to the interrogation room. I
saw Lanisha sitting with a female cop. I was looking at a
murderer who could have murdered me in the future. I felt sick to
my stomach. Dunne opened the door. Lanisha turned around and saw
me. Her expression was emotionless. I couldn't stand looking at
her any longer. I left and went back to company headquarters.

Once I arrived, I noticed that business was moving along. I got
to my office and paged Steven to meet me here. A couple minutes
later, Steven arrived. "Hey buddy," I said with less enthusiasm
than I usually have.

Steven noticed that something was wrong. "What's wrong,
Sean-Paul?"

"Other than the fact that I was fucking and dating a crazy woman
who murdered her former husband and that my girlfriend Victoria
hasn't talked to me in three weeks, everything's fine," I said
with sarcasm. "I gotta get out of the city, man. It feels like
it's closing in on me."

"You can always move to the countryside like Eddie Albert did in
Green Acres," he said. I don't know why, but for some reason, I
let out the most hearty laugh I've let out in a long time. It
actually alleviated my stress.

"Shit, you'll never catch me doing that," I said. Then I
remembered Victoria lived in a small town in Germany. It wasn't
quite as small as Hooterville, but it was small and quaint. Hmm.
Maybe living in a small town wouldn't be so bad - as long as it
was Victoria's town. "So anyway, let's set up a board meeting."

"There's no need, dude," Steven said. "Mr. Hermann has requested
that you personally come to Munich to discuss the business deal.
And Sean-Paul, we've read the details of the proposed buyout. We
would be fools to pass this up. I'm asking you not only as your
business partnet, but also as your friend. Go to Munich."

"Okay," I said. I left and headed home. I gathered some clothes,
my MacBook, and my pasport, and I had Steven call for a plane
ticket. I hailed a taxi and went to La Guardia. I waited nearly
half an hour for my flight to arrive. When it finally arrived, I
made my way to the terminal, turned in my ticket, went through
security, and finally made my way to the plane.

Once I arrived at my seat, I looked out the window. It was a
bright sunny day with clear blue skies. It looked beautiful. I
never took the time to admire nature while in Manhattan. I saw a
family with a little boy making their way past me, and out of the
corner of my eye I saw then sit right behind me. Then the plane
took off, and I was on my way to Munich.

About halfway across the Atlantic Ocean, I got my MacBook out and
checked my Facebook. I had a message from Victoria:

     Victoria Khler: I love you. <3

I smiled. I got ready to reply to her message with an "I love you
too," but then my MacBook shut off. God dammit, I forgot to
charge the battery. And to make matters worse, the kid sitting
right behind me was screaming his head off and began kicking the
back of my seat. I asked a flight attendant for two beers, and I
gulped them down in no time at all and went right to sleep. I
woke up to find out that the kid had fallen asleep. Thank God.

After the plane landed, I got a rental car and got a map. I
thought before I go to meet Mr. Hermann, I would try to find
Victoria. I found it on a map. It wasn't too far! I put on my
sunglasses, got in the car, and drove for Ansbach. I made it to
the city limits when all of a sudden the car started sputtering
before it slowed down and eventually stopped on a stretch of
country highway. Then I grabbed my cellphone to call for
assistance, but it was like I wasn't getting any service. I got
out and saw a three-story house. I decided to walk up to the
house and ask to use their phone.

THE END

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