123 :: Diane
Diane sat in her living room. Her Skroll buzzed. She looked at it. 27 alerts. She scanned down the list. Crisis in the office. Office. Office. Office. New content alert. She tapped on it. Naomi’s Dance. She watched it to the end. She sat in silence.
Ten.
Twenty.
Thirty seconds.
She tapped the minidoc to play it again. She clicked it to the wall. Naomi’s dance appeared on the living room wall. Naomi dancing appeared on the screen above the fireplace. John looked up from his Skroll. He had been watching dance minidocs. Peter stopped clearing the dishes. They watched Naomi dance.
Why did I get an alert. What happened to Naomi. (Diane)
Um. Naomi’s account is a dependent of your account until you put a new account on her Skroll. On the Skroll she used. I mean. (Peter)
No. John. I mean what the fuck happened to Naomi. (Diane)
Now. I do not think there is any need to get tense. (JohnO
I am just asking what happened. (Diane)
You seem way too stressed over nothing. Nothing happened. I do not know why she has been allowed to make minidocs on our account. I will ask my man about it. (John)
Of course something happened. Your man. Who is your man anyway. (Diane)
Do you want me to give you a name. Will it mean anything to you. (John)
What. Like I should keep my pretty little head in the PR business because I do not know enough to understand the real business. The men’s business. Where you sit about excusing the size of your dicks. (Diane)
Diane. What has got into you. This is not you. (John)
Do not forget. John boy. Do not forget who pays for you to go measure your cock with Miller. He is the most unpleasant turd you have brought into this house. This stinks of his kind of shit. The nasty man licked his fingers the night he saw Naomi. Does Miller have anything to do with what happened to Naomi. Are you Miller’s little bitch. What does Miller have on you. John boy. (Diane)
You are way too angry here. Way off the mark. I think we should take a little time out to calm the fuck down before we say things we cannot take back. (John)
Oh. You are so right. But I fucking got it did I not. You are Miller's puppet and Miller has fucked you over on this one. Bent you right over and bitch slapped your arse raw. Of course this is not about Naomi. This is about us. This is about you. This is about the lies you tell. The lies you have told me. I have got your number now. John boy. I have your number. Is it because Miller flirted with you. Whispered shit to you. Like. You are still a man even though that bitch wife of yours has shown you as inadequate. Was that the problem. Having a wife that is more successful that you. Is that what shrivelled up your dick. (Diane)
Diane stared down at him. The low table between them. John stared at the screen. Peter looked at the ground.
Shit. This is about Naomi. We promised her an opportunity to learn about the best of our world. The best of London life. But look what we gave her. A tiny slice of the dirty wannabe gangsta you have been too weak to resist. That is what this is. Is it not. (Diane)
Well. What have you got to say for yourself. (Diane)
No do not worry about it. I gave Naomi my word. Now I am going to fix what you have broken.I am going to offer whatever I am able to offer to try to make up for the way we treated her. The reason why I get paid so much for the PR I do is because I am so fucking good at it. So fucking good. Just me. You. You are barely employable. (Diane)
Diane stormed up to her room. John slipped down to his. Peter put away the remaining dishes then went to his room. In her room Diane opened her Skroll.
No ears. No eyes. (Diane)
Message Trixie. Sorry to disturb you on a Sunday afternoon. Can you find current location of Naomi creator of Diamond. Previously my au pair. Thank you. Send. (Diane)
Search Naomi creator of Diamond. (Diane)
The first result was Naomi;s timeline. Naomi’s Skroll was linked to hers. She could see everything on Naomi’s Skroll. She touched Naomi’s timeline. It started when she first touched her Skroll. It ended several hours after she was taken by the police. She tracked back to the point Naomi was found on the bench. No one crossed her path. Just Peter. She tracked back to the police report. She tracked back to the night ride.
What was that about. Did you come to London for some other reason. Are you trying to pull some shit. (Diane)
For the next hour Diane read through messages Naomi had sent online. The letters she had written to her sister but not sent. She laughed at Naomi getting excited over the house when she first arrived. She smiled while she watched Naomi learn to skate. She got a message from Trixie.
She is not far from London. Near Maidstone.
She opened her wardrobe. Picked out a work suit.
Message Trixie. Forward location. I am going there now by pod. Send list of duty PR and legal reps. Inform office I am out but I am not expecting to need assistance. Send. (Diane)
Diane dressed and left without a word.