★ — It was 1998, LA Beverly Hills , Richard was taking down the toiletries from the trunk and back of Moss's car, his friend from less than a week ago, while he looked with some disbelief at the enormous private villa a few centimeters in front of him ; where there were gardeners trimming the fine grass in the entrance, and the roar of a convertible brought him out of his bubble. It seemed to be his client who had arrived, but Moss did not have time to say in advance who it was.