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i turn in my chair to face city from my office on 35th floor of the building i owned in Munich at the snow, it's winter. an army of white collar slave worked beneath this floor so i can own my life...owned is such a nice word isn't it? young boys dream of authority but getting it truly? few do and fewer get it so young...i finally did it at 29, after watching my sister fall into dispair and jump, after getting blamed and blamed for years i now command my father's empire! the old man's corpse rots in the ground like the words he gave me 8 years ago!...it was that damned Djinn's fault...she came in didn't she? seduced me with unnatural charm, played me like a fool, a stupid school boy who met a goddess .she gave my sister the golden wedding in silk she wanted, but then why did the last time i saw her she no ring on and she barely held onto a bridge's edge, then let go...in and out, just 2 years and that Djinn left...we were only 16...Mira hardly knew men, and i hardly understood what a woman could do...i look over to see the picture of my son, the whore of a woman who took him away still in frame...behind me i hear my guest, the same i rushed to wish for a new mercedes years ago...that damned Djinn...the charm spell put on me all those years ago creeps back in, i hate it, i hate it!...atleast i can enjoy the view of her in business proffensional heels and a pencil skirt now, that 'refiltering' action she told us about years ago is still working, and i should face her..