Friday morning, just another day. I wonder why some people get animated about it; you get few days off after that, so what? What’s the big deal?
As I sip the tea, reading the usual news on the paper I hear the door bell, new client. I don’t know why people are so insane to invest so much money on professionals to provide them inputs which they could have got by themselves through discovery.
Madam Caroline was no exception. She was wearing red velvet coat, Persian leather. Polka dotted scarf, Dolce Gabbana. Brown boots, deep dried amalgamated cow skin. Make up, full on. Magenta, with 10% saturated grey and fine gloss on her lips. Double layer foundation. Got a haircut few weeks ago and Botox few months earlier.
Well, well I can go on and on my genius is such.
So what was her problem?
She wanted to know if her husband was cheating on her. Why didn’t you go for other professional I ask? She said she wanted the best to work on and she had all the money required to pay. I could have some easy money on this. But this is not how became what I am, by solving some silly riddle of silly people.
Behind all that superficial persona that this lady has put up there is an insecure, gullible and naïve person who still doesn’t know what to look for in life.
It was easy decision for me in the end, all I did was saw here text messages with her husband got the fees and sent her home. Why you ask? When I can make easy money with 1 minute diagnosis then why not, regardless how stupid the case is, If I hadn’t done that may be I am not smart enough to be Sherlock.