Best Fiction Books-Unfinished Business: Christopher Flier the Psychotic Writer Chapter 1Christus Publishers by Olamide Ojo

Best Fiction Books- Unfinished business: Christopher Flier the Writer

Chapter 1, meeting:

It was 18th of January, 1996 at twelve midnight on a cold morning. I, Christopher Flier, sat on the 23^rd floor in my well-earned and deserved position with Bella G Writers. It is a publishing company in Paris. I am a well-known, five-time award winning bestselling novelist.

On that day, I remember I had a Cuban cigar stuck between my fingers while my other hand held a glass of debonair white rum.

I held it for longer than a minute as I pondered for ideas.

Before I continue with my story, I should tell you that I am a tall, dark skinned and mildly built forty-two-year-old man. I would also like to add that I have been carrying an item with me since I found it as a boy.

I ran my hand through my dark curly hair as I looked at the bright computer screen. Reading part of my work to myself, the book was named Eternal Transformation:

Vick Scaner sat on the porch by his television asking himself, “is it better to have loved and lost than to not have love at all?” He could not answer that question amid his present situation. “Barbra was the only girl for me, and she left me at the altar for my friend,” Vick complained in distraught.

Vick was a 35-year-old, five foot and six inches, overweight sales manager at a car company. His girlfriend, Barbra had been cheating on him for the past five years that they had been together. Furthermore, she was controlling and always maltreated Vick. He was infatuated with Barbra. He over-looked a lot of tells that Barbra was not committed to the relationship. She always made excuses as to why she could not make several of their mutually planned dates.

Vick always thought she travelled a lot for her job. She was the secretary to Vick’s best friend, Leroy. It was a job that Vick had helped her get. Although Vick had a feeling that Leroy and Barbra might be having a fling, he convinced himself otherwise and decided he was paranoid. It was not until the day of their wedding, two weeks ago, when he was left at the altar that he realized he should have addressed his concern in a more serious manner.

Vick, who had been friends with Leroy longer than he had been with Barbra, was depressed beyond words. He watched his once beloved girlfriend, Barbra run away with his one of few friends, Leroy. When the heart-broken man asked why she did such a thing to him, all she could say was: “Leroy is more of a man than you could ever be.” Those words have been ringing in Vick’s head for the past two weeks since the incident. All he did since that time was drink and eat thereby making him gain 20 more pounds to his already overweighed body of 250.

I got interrupted by a phone call from Debra Pire, a friend. Luckily for you, I had my part of the phone call recorded: “Hello. Hi how are you?” I said. “Oh yeah, I cannot make it tonight, how about we see each other tomorrow. Okay. Have a good night mademoiselle.” I also became aware of how late it was. So, I called it a day and got ready to take the drive home to Neuilly, Paris.

There is a reason I chose to start to tell you my story at this period. It was that my drive to Neuilly, one of the suburbs of Paris started to become exceptionally liberating for me.

Although marvelous sights of well- designed architectures such as the Château de Neuilly and the richly enhanced regions in the city are worth my wihile, i was happy for a different reason.

The reason for gaieties on my ride home from work is that I get to see the beautiful Miss Laureen Risling again.

Don’t worry, you will understand what I mean soon. Let me tell you about the first time we met.

December 30, 1995 came with a breezy and sunny morning. It was on a Sunday. I was at the Le Marché Biologique, an open street market that opened every month. The marketplace was a combination of farmer’s market and freshly baked delights. I saw a slim hourglass figure from afar. I got closer for a better look and I was not disappointed. She was in a long, slim-

fitted, beautiful, blue dress. I remember that she had just gotten three fresh, sweet-smelling baked baguettes.

I manipulated my way to get closer to her and to my surprise she was more astonishing than I thought. I loved the way she articulated her words as she spoke to the vendor; her voice was tantalizing.

Fortunately, enough there was an accident that made Miss Risling almost drop one of the bags. Especially the one with three pieces of long bread. I was able to grab hold of the bag just in time. We began a conversation. I always imagined someone I am acquainted with talk the way she did.

That was a good day.

I got home. I lived in a well- furnished high-rise apartment. Imagine a parlor that is all white walled

contrasted by an all-night black granite, tiled ceiling and floor. The room was tastefully furnished with dark red furniture and low fluorescent lighting most of the time.

The bedroom was nice too. For me, it was especially gratifying for the painting on the ceiling; depicting the creation of Eve that is ironically inspired by Michelangelo famous creation of Adam.

My thoughts of Laureen Risling had me in the best of moods. I thought a lot about her captivating brown eyes and attractive smile. I still do in fact.

Her first words to me were ‘merci monsieur’, which literally means “thanks, sir” and here is what I said; you might want to listen carefully: “No Merci d’ avoir ajouter de beaute a la

place” which translates to, “no, thank you for adding beauty to the place.” That, my friend, is right timing.

So, I went back into the parlor to do what was now the highlight of my day.

It was watching a live feed of Laureen Risling’s apartment.

I had it installed during the times she was not home. I knew because I stalked her for a bit. I wanted to know what her daily schedule was like.

Bypassing the house security system was relatively easy. I had to doa lot of these for my previous job. The day after our brief interaction together at the market, I followed her home. It was easy as she came to the market on the public bus. I followed the vehicle from a safe distance until she got off at another bus stop. I parked at a distance from her and watched with my powerful binoculars. She waved the bus good bye and loudly said, “Merci beaucoup”, which means thank you very much. She then politely greeted the people by the bus stop, and proceeded to take a seat…..

(skipped few paragraphs due to explicit content)*

…..It was not safe to follow, but as I already knew most of her path, I did the rest of the search on the internet. I had also already set my timer so I could make the necessary calculations. It was about twenty minutes away from the market and roughly forty-five to my home.

Over the weeks when she was out of the house, I managed to get inside and did the necessary adjustment. I found a treasure and I am not about to lose it, you know.

Her home was a modernly built beautiful white bungalow with a dark red door which was decorated with variety of flowers. I especially like that hers was well-polished, smoothly

and well done ceramic flooring. It went well with her wine-colored walls. She has paintings of what I thought was from the local around. It was nice. Her home was spacious and well designed. I was able to place a listening micro device on the hard-black, leather chairs as it camouflaged perfectly in it. I placed my cameras away from where the lights could reflect. It was easy enough. As they say in some parts of the world, “This is not my first rodeo.” She was perfect I tell you. I watched her all night sometimes but most of the time, it was until she fell asleep.

I am unorthodox. Dare I say “criminally” invading her privacy was for a good reason. I am only demonstrating my undying interest to her. Any girl would appreciate that. As soon as I switched off my TV, I turn on my computer to work on my book. I always had a small window open at the top left corner of the computer. This allowed me to watch my beautiful Laureen sleep.

*In this book, Unfinished Business, Christopher Flier did not get to finish the book he was penning for the publishing company he worked for, Bella G writers. He eventually finished and published it. Today the book is known as Amazing Short Stories featuring Super Eternal Transformation and Fighting Under Casper King. You can learn more by clicking here.*