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The conversation continued over dinner. According to Mona’s words, the boss had a lot of business correspondence, as well as friends around the world. And he preferred to communicate with everyone in the language of the interlocutor. Mr. Mellone believed that this brought them closer together and allowed them to conduct business more successfully. And, undoubtedly, he was right.

He also played the piano very well, and Mona often enjoyed his playing in the evenings. The owner did not drink, did not smoke, did not arrange orgies and never raised his voice at anyone. He was always ready to listen carefully and, if necessary, to help.

«This is not a human, but a straight angel of some kind!», – Mellie mused, listening attentively. But, apparently, this angel still flew over the road to someone or touched with a wing, since such an order was received for him. Yes, and with the condition not just to destroy, but… It would be very interesting to look at his will. Apparently, Mr. Mellone had unlimited funds. He had no children, no wife already, and, based on what he saw and heard, he was not going to marry a second time. «Yes, even if he was going to, he wouldn’t have time», – Mellie smiled cynically. If to find out to whom all his property will go, then the customer will immediately become known.

As if reading her thoughts about the will, Mona wiped her eyes with a handkerchief and said: «He left everything-all his property and money to orphanages, hospitals and animal shelters! He’s so wonderful!».

«It is very-very interesting! Who opened the hunt for you, and why, our wonderful?», – there was no limit to Mellie’s surprise. She liked everything to be clear, but here… The further away, the fog gets thicker! The object was just an angel in the flesh, he had no heirs, he was no longer young and he was sick, and it may be that he was about to die soon…

«So why the hell would someone have to shell out a fortune to get rid of an old man, and even in such a strange way? – Mellie continued to ponder. – Well, in fact, street dogs did not cooperate to improve their living conditions! And why should it be suicide? He is disabled. An accident would be just right and would save a lot of time. It’s crazy! Or maybe he drove someone to suicide a long time ago (when he wasn’t so perfect)? Or is it the brother or fiance of some girl from Mr. Mellone’s distant past (looking at him now, she can imagine that in his youth he was very nice), who committed suicide because of unrequited love for him? Maybe that’s why this is how he should die? Suffering too? Damn, this is already some kind of vendetta!».

Thoughts were swarming in рук head like a swarm of bees, but the only true thought didn’t emerged. In principle, all this did not matter at all for Mellie. She had an object and a customer who had to pay very good money. And it didn’t concern what anyone’s motives were. She was just very curious, that’s all…