I am something like a legal advisor. Today I am meeting Sally. I already know her story. Rich divorced woman trying to get her kid back. She could really support the kid. Now she could…
I am quite polite to all of them. I always keep a cheerful smile on my face. They all like me. I never say a harsh word. I sound concerned and caring. They’d come and tell me all their worries, everything. They trust me; they trust my ever smiling face. I listen to everything, every word with a passionate ear. I give them comfort. Relief. I know everything there is to know about these people.
I keep the cheerful smile and face all day. When I reach home I can bear it no longer. I wash my face and throw it away. I look at the mirror to see the real lines in my face. Of anger, hatred, distrust, jealousy…. of evil. After hearing each story, I lay plans. They never know how they go bankrupt, how they are broke all of a sudden. They would never dream I’d betray them. They wouldnt think me liable of cheating, lying, stealing. They would never imagine the kind
of maddening pleasure I get out of it. I am a saddist. I am… an imposter.
I wonder what happens when Sally loses her money. Will they let her have the child? I guess not.