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1 " An old man, thin as a rake, with cheap Clicks Pharmacy reading glasses perched on his nose was leaning on the counter, paging through Die Burger newspaper. "
― Louis Wiid, from upcoming Novel SUBMERGED
2 " To Isabella, Leon was only a good friend providing a fringe benefit, like a company car or expense account. The arrangement between Leon and Isabella had comfortably (at least in her professional opinion as a lawyer) developed into one where she, always the workaholic with no time for serious relationships, had chosen him as her “love” interest. Despite Leon a few pay grades lower, she did found him fit and proper to share body fluids with from time to time. She found him an amusing toy, like a mouse where she was the cat, glutted with food that just wanted to play and not necessarily wanting to kill her prey. "
3 " The unexpected sound of laughter drew stares from people hurrying past. Office types, dressed in shades of black. The only difference in appearance and sour expressions of these 9-to-5s to funeral directors was the cost of the suits, skirts and shoes. High above the circumference of the steel, glass and concrete of the atrium and its engulfing thirty floor construction resembled a gargantuan tomb, with worms (a.k.a. office workers) morphing and interfusing, centering on unearthing the wealth of currency secreted in the abdomen of the leviathan that comprised No. 1 Quebec Square, Canary Wharf. "
4 " McHenry glanced at his watch’s tiny face, cursed, gave up and headed towards the men’s room. He felt a firm hand on his arm. The CEO’s wife pulled him closer, trying to whisper something in his ear. He instinctively closed his nose with his thumb and forefinger when he smelled the cadaver-decompositioned combination of cigarette smoke combined with the halitosis caused by bad dental hygiene over many years. No wonder her husband was nowhere to be seen, he thought as he tried to wrestle his arm away from the iron grip of his stalker. "
5 " Despite the words, "Strip Club" prominently appearing on the signboard, the strippers hanged up their G-strings long ago. For Eldon, overseeing a bunch of bitchy females, who pocketed more cash playing tricks once they left his premises, was one too many complication in managing his vast business empire. "
6 " An old man, thin as a rake, with cheap Clicks Pharmacy reading glasses perched on his nose, was leaning on the counter, paging through Die Burger newspaper. When he looked up, Leon involuntary took a step back. The man had the most intense blue eyes, strikingly contrasting his tanned bony skull. But it wasn’t the colour of the eyes that stopped Leon in his tracks, it was the expression on the man’s face. His eyes were limp, blank, incarcerated by an unfocused daze. He stared straight through Leon into, what felt to Leon as if into a vast abyss of nothingness. "
