The Appointment in Manaus - Pt. 6 (Sophie Miller) (2/2) I shouldn't have heard this. It has nothing to do with me nor my family. Nobody got hurt and I can keep it as a secret. "They're going to accuse the three men. Not a word about our name. We'll need to find new employees though." Hold on. Three men are going to be charged instead of them? But that's terrible! Someone should deal with that. Now I should get away before they open the door. "That's no problem. Anyways..." I was too slow! Gabriel Brown opened the door and I fell on the floor. They were both dibelievingly looking at me for a while trying to figure out what had just happened. "Miss Miller?" "Mr. Brown I... I... I w... was..." "She's been eavesdropping!" exclaimed the younger man. He grabbed my arm and threw me into a chair in the room. "What were you doing there?" asked Gabriel Brown. "I... I was just... going in when... when you opened the door and... I fell down." "Oh yeah, nice story," intervened Brown junior. "Tell us the truth! What have you heard?" He put his hands on the arms of the chair and looked me straight in the face. "Nothing!" "Liar!" he smacked me. "I... I only heard the last words. That it was no problem." "I don't believe you." "A... And something about some three men in Brazil and new employees." "What else?" He asked with a devilish smile. "Nothing." "Don't. Lie. If you've heard of Brazil than you've surely heard of something else." I started crying. "Mr. Brown, I've heard of the cocaine, but I won't tell a soul, I swear." "That would be very unwise from you," said the older man. "Do you know what would happen if you told somebody what you've just heard?" I shaked my head. "Well, first of all, we would have to kill the person to whom you spoke about it. Then we would kill your parents. And then we would drive you away to a deserted place. We would have to get rid of everything that may identify you. That means fingers, face, tatoos and piercings, if you had any... Then, if we were busy, we would just kill you. If not... We would cut you in small pieces starting with the peripherals continuing to more important parts until your heart would finaly stop beating. Is that clear?" I nodded, drowning in tears. "And don't think that we wouldn't find out. There's always someone watching you. The police won't be able to protect you. Just whisper a word and you're dead. Understood?" I nodded again. "Oh and your vacation has been canceled." I'd be grateful for any corrections :)