I've done. I started a yes to the redhead. Morning at four o'clock for tea. But I'm not entirely happy. I can not keep Monica in my thoughts. "Snacking with another can be considered a betrayal? Yes, I guess so.
....... look at the clock at the airport, is seven. Bill Gates decided to visit this afternoon. S
and staying at the Ritz Hotel in central London. ....... During the underground tour, I realize that I have no plan to get there. It's a new feeling for me, I whenever I have a plan, even for the smallest tasks. My life tends to be organized at one hundred percent. That I find it disconcerting to improvise and enjoyable at the same time.
....... Once in the lobby of the hotel ask for Mr. Gates.
....... - Suite Berkeley, seventh floor, "she replied a young receptionist color, without even looking up. At this time not in the hotel.
....... The news makes me wonder, of course I do not want to waste the night waiting, time is a scarce commodity for me. I choose to make a small change in my plan. I'll settle for sneak into his suite and leave a message.
....... ascend in the elevator. I have no idea what awaits me. Is likely to be an important security service. What I found left me speechless: a cleaning woman from the Philippines. Stands guard near the door of the suite. She is small and fragile appearance. It does not seem a major obstacle. I approached her with a smile.
....... When I'm about two feet from the door, the woman gets up and begins to rant in an incomprehensible language. I guess filipino. Back off a jump, startled. The woman calms down and sits back down. Wait a few seconds and try another approach. More of the same. Shouts and threats from Mrs. It automatically! When approaching a stranger and repels active threat.
....... I decide then to use the international language. I take out a hundred pound, a hundred and fifty euro and I give it, being careful that I do not bite the hand. I understand perfectly. With its master key opens my door suite.
....... I go and start the registration of the apartment. I can not find anything relevant in the two bedrooms, or in the luxurious lounge. Only in the small office down the hall, tripping over something noteworthy. Above the desk rests a laptop. Bill's computer. The Holy Santorum of all computers.
....... I stand there, dumbfounded, in front of such disclosure. Then, moving as if turning off a nuclear weapon, I press the start button. At first everything seems to develop normally, until I hear the typical sound of Windows, however, suddenly, the screen displays a menacing yellow box. You must enter a password.
....... course, was to be expected. The computer is protected with a sophisticated, tech and impenetrable security system. Sure that the password is a combination of letters and numbers about thirty-five digits. Impossible to guess.
....... Well, do not lose anything by trying. I go and click "BILL". Yellow screen disappears leaving me full access to the computer. If the story does not believe anyone.
....... start to dig like crazy in the bowels of the computer, open folders, files, etc. Surely there has got Bill the details of his plan for world domination by your operating system. I have to find him and save humanity. Uff, I think I'm doing the head.
....... , no! Nothing sinister plans. Only financial reports and notes for lectures. The guy is the most boring.
....... I Finally something interesting. The folder of photos. Who not have a folder with photographs taken without a lot of clothes and some drinks too? Or only do I have?
....... I stop. It is not right to pry into the private life of another human being. The only qualms I lasts two seconds after I shot the head. Bill is not a human being, Bill.
....... begin to browse the photographs. A shiver goes up my back. Joer with Bill, I take the "boring." There are photos where is "busy" with a secretary, some with two secretaries and three secretaries and a secretary. The latter did not know where to look, whether above or below. These pictures are better than that we took my ex and I when we bought the handcuffs.
....... sure this material get Microsoft products free for life.
....... Now it is nine and a half. It's time to go. With how well I was having!
....... Turning off the annoying computer beep my attention. The screen displays an error message: CRU 8659. I can not believe. Again this number. First on my British reserve, after the identification chapita stewardess and now here. I feel like Fox Mulder in "The X Files." That starts to worry.
....... already just my third day of the covenant. Everything is going very well despite the devil is not in great lengths, all the work I'm doing it by myself. Maybe I have pushed the time to sell my soul .
....... urgently need a drink. Whiskey. No ice.
....... Only one, I have an appointment tomorrow for tea and want to be in shape.
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