James Alexander Palfi
Snippet of The Devil in The Details Book 1 The Birth of The Child
Chapter 1: Good times.
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Vanessa Di Marco got out of bed and her head was spinning.
Normally the curvaceous 6 ft tall brunette, youngish at 25 looked spectacular
almost all the time, (well she was a good-looking woman but that was
highlighted with the large variety of expensive quality make up that she could
afford by her glamorous and very well-paid job of being the face of many
businesses in the cut throat world of professional modelling.
Vanessa Di Marco was an intelligent woman, she was quite an
autodidact, someone who had extreme reading comprehension and could absorb
complex information quickly. In her earlier days she had thought of getting
some sort of degree in something that interested her like a Bachelor of
Business and then possibly go on to do a Master’s Degree in business, or
something else that interested her.
The problem with a
Business Degree or any Degree for that matter was that they took a long time,
on average for a Bachelor’s Degree was 4 years, they were tremendously
expensive, on average upwards of 18,000 dollars a year, Degrees were very
linearly taught as well, and with the rise of Technology after that 4 year
Degree in the next year, or 2 year, or the worst case that year in which the
Degree was obtained, because of the advance of technology, according to a
conservative estimate by Moore’s Law (which states Technology doubles every 18
months,) The college degree that you had obtained was out of date, (this was
even further highlighted in an area which was very susceptible to the
advancement in technology like a degree in IT
So, Vanessa Di Marco had decided at a young age that she
would go into Modelling, because the pay was very good, she could do it because
she was beautiful and you didn’t need to study years in order to be a model.
Despite the amount of money that she made from her modelling
agency job she was equally heavy in debt. You see Vanessa was heavily into
gambling and gambling of any kind blackjack, poker, machine poker and her Achilles
heel the roulette wheel. Her father Victor Di Marco did not approve of his
daughter’s gambling addiction and every time that he saw her he let her have an
ear full. Vanessa also had a substance abuse problem which if you thought about
it was tied into her gambling addiction as well; a double-edged sword.
Victor Di Marco was an upstate white-collar worker being a
data analyst for one of the world’s biggest banks located centrally in New
York. Victor Di Marco was in his 50’s but looked like he was in his 40’s. He
was a very handsome man, he stood 6 ft 1 inch tall and 170 pounds which almost
all of it was muscle, he was in superb physical shape, despite his age.
Victor Di Marco was a very intelligent man and incredibly
well read and was a fountain of knowledge and information on anything and
everything. He was one of these rare-breeds of people in which he always obeyed
the law, he had next to no vices, he did drink but never to excess, didn’t
smoke, and didn’t do drugs.
Vanessa Di Marco’s mother Anabelle Di Marco was equally
successful as her husband she worked in a similar area to Vanessa despite smaller
wages in comparisons to her daughter, Anabelle Di Marco was head of product
development for the cosmetics giant Maybelline.
Anabelle Di Marco like her husband, like her daughter, was
very good looking, Vanessa definetly got her good looks from both of her
parents. Anabelle stood 5 ft 10 and 135 pounds, she was slim, without being too
skinny, and large without being too off putting by being too large, and supple
breasts. For her age and further that Anabelle had no cosmetic surgery done
her, her breasts were very nice. Anabelle was in her 40’s but looked like she
was in her mid-30’s at the most. She had a natural Italian olive complexion and
emerald green eyes.
Anabelle Di Marco like her husband and her daughter was very
intelligent, though she was not intelligent exactly like her husband and her
daughter. Anabelle had a near eidetic memory which means anything that she read
or absorbed she would remember it, not only that but her eidetic memory was
like the ultimate memory palace in which she could retrieve virtually anything
that her memory had ever absorbed.
Her general knowledge was unsurpassed, she had a unique way
of looking at the world, and her ultimate way of looking at the world, was that
the masses were sheep, being led by wolves, and that it is people that are in a
position of power that do the worse for the world (with a few exceptions with
regards to leaders like Barack Obama who was an extraordinary leader,) the
phrase absolute power corrupts absolutely could not be more correct in
Anabelle’s mind.
Her mother was equally against her daughter’s gambling but
did not voice it as strongly as her husband. Anabelle was a silent brooder with
the philosophy of life that only the person who was doing the wrong thing could
change in any area of significance and change it themselves.
Vanessa smelled heavily of vodka and stale aftershave and
way too much deodorant, she didn’t remember much about what happened the night
before but it wasn’t too much different from any other night.
After her modelling gig she went to the casino pissed a
bunch of money away and ended up in some stranger’s bed; man or woman; Vanessa
was a bi-sexual and a bit of a nymphomaniac as well and she had a libido worthy
to compete with the king of Greek mythology; Zeus!
The alarm woke Vanessa sharp at 6 am and she got up made a
cup of coffee and some sandwiches before stepping into the shower to wash her
toned body.
Most people in New York took public transport but Vanessa
hated the run-down garage looking subways and the endless chatter with taxi
drivers who had basically failed at life; at least in Vanessa’s opinion, Vanessa
was quite hard on others, but a softy on herself.
She climbed in the spacious Chrysler with leather seats and
a compartment at the back that the driver couldn’t access, the compartment was
a black screen that acted like a one-way window, in which Vanessa could see the
driver but the driver could not see Vanessa, so the driver would have great
difficulty doing anything like sexually assaulting her which was common at
least in Vanessa’s mind was common among New York cab drivers.
Vanessa arrived at the huge 100 storey building where she worked.
The atrium was a hustle and bustle of men and women in sharp crisp suits
talking on expensive futuristic smart phones, the elevators were stainless
steel and a mirror that reflected people and it was like you were looking at a
thousand doppelgangers.
Vanessa reached the 90th floor there was a
security checkpoint with a scanner and a few friendly guards, but don’t let
their smiles deceive you, in the drop of a hat if it came for an armed response,
they carried huge and devastating smith and Wesson 44 magnum.
The changing area was huge entered in by 2 rustic looking
oak doors. In the changing room were women getting dressed into their colourful
peacock looking uniforms, doing their best to put on a smile even when they
were harassed by their designers and not really truthfully liking most of the
clothes that they were on display selling.
In a sea of females, a male was an uncommon sight, but
Vanessa smiled as she saw it was her boss Jaune Paul De la Sa.
Jaune was of French descent and had immigrated over to
America at a young age of 16, from there with his expert eye and relentless
hard work he had climbed the fashion world at an unaccelerated rate until he
became boss of a major cosmetic company; that was the business which Vanessa
worked for.
‘How are you today?’ Jaune asked, he had a pleasant and
cheerful manner about him which was almost always reciprocated in kind.
Most people when
asked how they were usually said good thanks or ok even if they didn’t mean it,
but Vanessa wasn’t most people and almost always told the truth so she replied
honestly that she wasn’t at her best.
‘Late night?’ Jaune asked, he knew about her gambling and drinking
(these two facets usually worked hand in hand.)
‘You could say that,’ Vanessa replied.
‘Alright well I wish you luck for the show.’
Vanessa thanked him and prepared to go out on the runway.
It was morning outside but inside the runway looked pitch
black on the walls with the runway looking blindingly bright with fluorescent
light. The men and women were dressed in dark black suits, white dresses and
long and imposing heels. The room was quite large holding hundreds and hundreds
of people. Beefy security guards with large biceps and other arm muscles were
on duty in case one or more of the attendants got too excited and tried to get
on the runway.
Fast dance beat music played over the large stereo speakers
and the models came out like a repetitive cycle the women were dressed in
colourful dresses and lingerie highlighting their exquisite bodies.
The show went on for a few hours and there was the snap,
snap, flash of cameras, this event being an international affair got coverage
from many international countries, if you had an English-speaking background
then you were in luck because almost all of the countries there spoke the
language.
The stage was humid and the models were sweating profusely,
the large powerful lights didn’t help, the models would have a long shower
after this show to counteract the lights.
After the show Jaune congratulated Vanessa on her
performance and invited her for drinks with some friends at a nightclub which a
lot of her colleagues attended, Vanessa replied that would be great, she
wearing a dress and heels could get many free drinks and Vanessa never turned
down a free drink.
Jaune took Vanessa home; Vanessa’s home was exquisite with 2
large steel gates projecting spikes, then there was a long winding driveway
bordered by an immaculate sea of green grass.2 rustic oak doors where the
entrance and exit of her house. Inside there was a sleek chrome kitchen with
the usual staples sink, oven, dishwasher. The living room was spacious with a 70-inch
ultra-high-definition TV and some super soft and comfortable Italian leather
chairs.
Her office was packed with cd’s, usb’s, books and
projectors, the office was so large it could have been an office in the city
for multiple people, Vanessa thanked her lucky stars that the office was just
for her.
Her bedroom was spacious with a light blue pallet wall; her
bed was a king double which meant there was a lot of extra space for her to
roll around in which was very handy because she tossed around in her sleep like
someone on speed.
The laundry downstairs was decked out with the finest in
German engineering possible (nothing was ever too good for this princess.)
Vanessa got changed and put on her assortments of make-up
which took about an hour, meanwhile Jaune watched an exciting mixed martial
arts fight between two heavyweights, the fight ended when the slightly larger
of the two men went into tackle the other opponent but just as he was about to
secure the tackle the opponent swung his knee like someone possessed and cut a
very deep gash in the opponents face and eye.
It was obvious that the loosing of the two men with regards
to the fight still wanted to fight and the referee did the usual checking of
how many fingers am I holding up the smaller man was dizzy and looked like he
would fall over at any moment, the referee shook his head and hands and the
loser of the fight pleaded and pleaded, but would have none of it, the referee
raised the other man’s hand and the verdict of the fight was TKO technical
knockout by referee stoppage.
Vanessa exited her bedroom and looked absolutely stunning
she had on two long diamond earrings a shapely golden dress. She was already
quite tall standing 6 ft tall but with her 6-inch heels getting her up to 6 ft
6 she looked like a semi-giant, the dress did everything to compliment her
figure and with the bright golden colour she looked like a goddess who had
assumed a mortal form.
When she was finally ready Jaune led her to the spacious
black limo with some familiar faces that she recognized. Apart from herself and
Jaune there were 4 others in the limousine, plus the faceless driver due to the
fact that there was a near impenetrable bulletproof screen.
There was Raul Ongasta, 40, quite a large pot belly and
unkempt facial hair but his friendliness counteracted his appearance. Also, in
attendance where the two twins Caylee and Rebecca Smith who were both in their mid-20’s
with very attractive figures. The last guess was Gregory Jusnes who was a giant
of a man weighing 300 pounds and almost as tall as Vanessa even with her 6-inch
heels.
There was much wine and the back of the limousine there was
a mini-bar packed with vodka and coke and juices to mix with.
'So, Gregory,’ Vanessa started, ‘how is the world of
wrestling?’
Gregory was part of the WWE, Worldwide Wrestling Entertainment
which had been criticized that a lot of it was fake and Gregory when someone
said that it was fake got into a rage and people quickly learnt not to mention
that the WWE was fake because a 6 ft 6 300-pound giant of a man in a rage you
didn’t want to enrage him.
‘Yeah, the world of wrestling is good.’
It was uncommon for a wrestler to be associated with a bunch
of models, especially high-profile models the reason Gregory was here is that
by extended family it turned out that Jaune and Gregory were related, though
from appearance there was virtually no resemblance between Gregory and Jaune.
They were not directly related though Jaune and Gregory it was like a second or
third cousin kind of thing, the indirect blending and mixing of foreign blood.
‘I am quickly climbing up the ranks and if I win this week’s
match will be in the top 10.’
The group congratulated Gregory on his accomplishment of
climbing up the ranks in the world of wrestling but they all probably were
thinking the same thing; that the world of wrestling the matches were fixed and
that the favourite was almost always scheduled to win and that someone who was
a favourite and would not win that match the next week the WWE producers decide
for one reason or another and fed them to the sharks.
Even though Caylee and Rebecca where twins; identical twins
at that they could not have been more different. Caylee was quite friendly and
got along with virtually everyone and was quite outgoing and social, whereas
Rebecca was more reserved and very interested in the various branches of
science such as physics and chemistry whereas Caylee was a big bible basher and
the subject of science and religion really set them at each other’s throats and
those close to them knew it was almost always never a good idea to open those
subjects when the twins were around (if it was one of them it was ok,) but if
it was both of them it turned into like a tank of ravenous piranhas. The fact
of Caylee and Rebecca being identical twins but still having such different
personality would be an ideal for a scientific research into the effects of
nature and/or nurture.
‘So, where are we off to?’ Caylee asked curiously.
Jaune replied with a sly smile that it was a secret and that
only himself and the driver knew where the destination for the party was. Even
though the destination was a secret to the party; the party knew most of New
York like the back of the hand; and there could only be so many places where
they would end up, plus they could see out of the windows which if the party
wanted could turn pitch black so curious onlookers could not see inside. The
car stopped and the party got out.
There was a steel door surrounded by pounding green strobe
lights and a muscly black man with a t-shirt that was so tight it looked like
it was about to tear apart from his musculature. There was a rather long line
and many of the would-be guests were turned away for one reason or another,
though the women the better looking one’s got in almost 100 percent of the
time; which added to the stereotypes that looks could get you places, even more
so if you are a woman.
Though most of the guests didn’t have reservations anyway
and were merely gate crashing. After, the party got in due to actually having a
reservation, though the party probably would have got in regardless due to the good-looking
females and their amazing dresses.
For big spenders and the occasional celebrity were allowed
access to the VIP area. The VIP area was on the 2nd floor of the
night club there were spacious seats and right next to them was the bar, but
unlike the bar downstairs the VIP had more premium food and drink; the VIP area
was also a place to score drugs and boast about your success and your deep
pockets.
‘So, have you been here before?’ Gregory asked Jaune. The fact
that Gregory and Jaune were related, barely related actually, they were like 3rd
or even 4th cousins, argo they didn’t spend that much time together,
nor were they that close, this is one of the reasons why Gregory and Jaune had
not been to this bar before together, or with both of them attending plus a
party.
A couple of times on business,’ Jaune replied.
'It has quite the ambience, wouldn’t you agree?’ Jaune said
addressing the party.
There was a unanimous agreement throughout the party.
The shots arrived and other liquor and quite quickly due to
the alcohol, the ambience and the dancing they were quite exhausted and
inebriated, the dance floor turned to a haze and eventually even the servers of
the drinks said that the party had, had enough.
There were the welcome goodbyes from the group after a long
night they decided to call it and they each went back to their respective
residences.
