“Am I not enough for him?”

At a beautiful restaurant whose ambience spoke so much of cleanness, lovely décor and spaciousness, Pola sat alone feasting on a Greek salad. Soft music oozed through a few hidden speakers – much to the pleasure of both the staff and the patrons.

WINNIE, in her late twenties, standing tall on her heels, emerged from the main entrance and took a seat on the other side of the table where Pola was enjoying herself. The latter kept her eyes on the plate.

Winnie looked at Pola and without blinking opened up the conversation, “The devil roams about freely at the expense of an innocent man. Crazy world, huh?”

“Are you talking to me?” Pola wondered.

Winnie with a serious face answered, “No. But you can listen.”

“Who are you?” Pola probed her further.

Winnie struck back, almost instant with her gaze still resting heavily on the unconcerned law enforcer, “Who I am isn't important.”

“What do you want?” Pola inquired softly but in a firm- weighted tone.

Winnie demanded lucidly, “Freedom for the p