Joanne Bergson 1.02

As the Sun approached its summit Joanne could feel her sweat glands transpire with every step. Meanwhile, her mind was a hot mess of checklists she had amassed over the years of her young life. Plenty since losing her innocence. Performing an occult library’s worth of rites to incarnate the pantheon of Goddesses of sex, passion, sensuality and fascination on her way to the restaurant proved to be indispensable for reining back in her thought processes and emotions. So, she knew, whether her date was there or not, whoever her date turned out to be that she wouldn’t lose her freedom nor lose her conscience. Neither would she end up heartbroken that day. In the face of the new millennium, honor may be better lost than protected or avenged.

“Miss?” the hostess was dumbfounded as Joanne Bergson dashed into the hall like a thunderbolt, opened a chair after dodging two or three waiters, and a runner, and sits down at a table with a man counting large amounts of money, smoking a cigar. The moment lasted way more than anyone present will ever remember. All there returned to their own usual business.

“This must be a record!” Arthur Doyle pushed the whole pile towards Joanne after putting out his cigar.

“I’ll call you tomorrow. Pick up…”

Arthur leaned in for a kiss and held his index under her chin. Someone awed from across the hall. He looked sick. So, Joanne called 911.

After the paramedics cleared the area, taking Dr. Doyle to the emergency room, she left with all the money. No need to call the next day. For some reason, he’d been on a wanted list for over a decade, when, having mysteriously disappeared under extraordinary circumstances, nobody cared to update the list, making his numerous assaults known to the police. In this occasion, Dr. Doyle suffered a heart attack. Thankfully, the transaction was made before his fit, and Joanne could walk off money in hand and spend it how she pleased. No one would care. You could blame the pheromones. But let’s be real. He had it coming, considering he’d been infecting unsuspecting women all around the world with several STD’s.

What she did with the money was the most impressive. She registered a corporation, rented a cheap apartment at a desolate neighborhood, where her parents used to live, opened a bank account in the name of the corporation and set up an appointment with the highest string she could pull.

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