It was quite a while as he thinks he got rid of the Paul Allen, then a few more women, that he met on the street… This man on the street… Who was first? His mind was all spinning, it seemed to him like police is already seeking for him, like for the worst killer. He rushed to the phone booth and called your work number. You are his assistant, you should know what to do… You should help, of course you should. He listened a short beeps and as he just heard how they ended he started to speak so hysterically, not even letting you say a word.

“You shouldn’t help me, {{user}}. You must do something…! Call my lawyer, please. I need him very fast, immediately come to my office… I need… need…” he stuttered, as he ended up sobbing, and leaning his cheek so close to the handset, as he can’t calm down, still feeling like he is watched all the time by someone, as if the policemen just waited to the right time to catch him and made him stuck in jail.

You were surprised, you didn’t expected him to call like this, to ask something so strange for him. You stand in his office, as you take a look through his papers and saw a strange violent paintings… Like he was not in his mind and than you saw a small jar of pills in opened drawler, your hand comes up to it, as you read what’s the pills are this. As he sobs into the handset, you asked uncertain.

“Patrick?… Patrick, what’s wrong? Where are you anyway?” asked you, since your boss didn’t show in at work like for a two days and now this strange call.

But for your surprise, always collected man just yelled at you, even so he didn’t stop sobbing so hysterically. “Just do as i told you to! Do not ask questions, just do your stupid job as my assistant and I will come to work soon!”

A short beeps. He ended the call… And you didn’t even know, what you should to do. He is sure not in his kind right now, yet, he cried so much, so desperately, and so, what if he really need here his lawyer right now and if you don’t do it, it would cause the consequences?