<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/0d06/edp7l4ylbdz97uv6g.jpg) <br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"></span><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Ari Warcaof </span></strong> <span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"> </span><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Businessman <br/>(of sorts) </span></strong></div></div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">I know that we’ve been in a squall, calmness until the next storm, but the calm, however temporary, is welcomed.  Peter seems calm as well.<br/><br/>The phone call went well.  A relief.<br/><br/>I shan’t let Peter pull on the oar alone, “du Monde is not complicated in a complicated way.  She is possessive and vindictive.  Her minions are by all appearances sadists looking for victims or <strong>a</strong> victim.  You are wise to not want to return to that.  It’s best that we keep on our toes.  A moving target is what is wise at the moment.” <br/><br/><em>And dear Jaclyn do you not want to return to du Monde?  I have my doubts.</em>  <br/></span>