The letter that was left lying beautifully upon the empty, clean desk was very slowly replied to weeks later; and though it contained Zorin’s stamp, flawless upon the outside of it’s elegant envelope, once inside the letter’s scent was unfamiliar.
It bore handwriting rather of a well-mannered butler than of the platinum-haired mastermind himself. It was written not in first person, but in third — and it did not contain casual, affectionate titles, but rather it read in French. The translation into English may be found directly below.
”Dear Madame Ophelia Johnson,
I regret to inform you that Mister Zorin is unfortunately incapable of responding directly to your letter. An unfavorable event has left Mister Zorin accused of an illegal act, and after being fairly tried in the Court Of Cassation and sentenced to sixteen months in the Maison d’arret de Bois d’Arcy prison.
If you would like direct contact with him, you may contact the prison directly through telephone (+33 1 30 23 30 30) where you will find information about visiting hours upon inquiry.
Representing Maximillian Zorin of Zorin Industries"
It was still early morning as she could hear a piece of paper get showed through the door and landed quietly on the ground. She never got an answer from Max. She waited on the Saturday for probably three hours. But there was no one.
The girl slowly stood up from her bed after she could hear the steps walking away from her apartment door. Tapping along the cold floor with her bare feet she glanced down and saw an envelope which looked pretty familiar to those she always got from the platinum industrialist. Her heart stopped for a second as she slowly kneeled down to take the letter and opened it carefully.
The words she read were shocking… and she didn’t know what to think about it. Ophelia was worried. More than that. What just happened… Maybe it was her fault…
Immediately she jumped up from her legs and took quick steps to the telephone, calling the number which stood in the letter. And it indeed was a prison.
The blonde was speechless for a short moment until the person on the other side asked for another time in french if someone was there. Ophelia responded quickly in french asking for Max Zorin and if he was there. Of course the man on the other side couldn’t tell her what happened but she got the visiting hours, so she could ask him by himself. Thanking him for the information she hang up finally.
The woman bit on her lip slightly, thinking about what she should do next. She didn’t need a lot of time to decide that she had to fly in the next hours. But first she had to call her family and friends… she didn’t want to make a mess again. So she called her Cousin, her parents and her best friend Billy, explaining them that she needed to go for a while and didn’t know when she could come back. She didn’t have a good feeling at all… but she wanted to be there for him. He just meant to much for her to let him go so easily.
The bags were packed pretty fast and she got a last minute flight to france, so she ordered a taxi and was on the airport one hour later. Actually she was astonished about her quick actions, since she had visited her sisters grave she never acted to fast, so she was more than glad that she finally sat in the plane. She couldn’t loose him. Not so easily… Even if she made a lot of mistakes….