THE CLUB

Of course I declined Aziel's offer.

He’s trying his luck, wanting to make the most of a single opportunity. In order not to make my rejection seem harsh, I gave him a dry kiss on the lips as compensation. If only you could see him beaming, like when you surprise a child with a toffee. Just pathetic.

Now driving to my bungalow on the edge of town, I plan to take a rejuvenating sauna followed by a hot tub splash, and go to a nightclub later in the evening. I don't have any friends, so I go on my own as usual, never had a problem with that. My garage door zooms open, and my Bugatti's powerful engine drives me inside. I pack my things and unlock my front door.

Once inside, the lights come on automatically and my house is plunged into an attractive twilight. This is the greatest idea the architect came up with for this bungalow, when he presented this feature to me in the design of the house I was moderately enthusiastic. I don't like to step into a dark house, but I couldn'