Welcome to the club

CHARLOTTE

"Don't forget it's locked in the closet," the rich man communicated as he ran to sit behind his desk.

Let's see, let's recap. he was in a difficult situation. I just wanted a job to boost my career, not to belong to the Sunday soap opera.

"You take it from me!" —The footsteps of the ghost avenger could be heard.

My God! She had never been a woman who allowed herself to be manipulated, much less does what the other ordered her to do.

So why should I do something in that situation ...?

If he thought he feared his Fiancée, the legged eel was very wrong.

"Where's that fufa !? Raquel shouted upon entering.

"It's hidden in the closet." I reported fearfully.

Have you seen those movies where the hero enters a room kicking the door?

Well, Raquel is the heroine of this scene. And I didn't want to be that door.

His eyes gave off the fury of his heart, and his aura screamed from the rooftops: '' I can kill you with a napkin ''

Better safe than sorry.

"Raquel, darling ... What's going on?" —The rich man simulated.

I, who was observing everything from the side of the door, pressed my back to the wall to feel safe.

"Where do you tell me it is?" He asked, directing his gaze towards me.

Don't look at me like that! I was also a victim in all that.

"Closet," I said fearfully.

I glanced at the riquillo and saw a smile that faded when Raquel looked at him.

"You're cheeky," he announced before starting to walk to the back of the room. "You didn't even clean your lipstick."

The rich man stood up and crossed his path.

Here, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the most moving scene you will ever see.

"I was eating blackberries." —Said the riquillo.

Let's see, something was wrong with your excuse. Was that part of the performance?

"Get out of my way ..." Raquel threatened in a low voice. "You don't want to die from a kick in the balls."

Yes, it was definitely a good choice to choose Raquel's side.

This woman could be the latest version of Mike Tyson.

"Kill him with confidence…" I suggested quietly.

A knock from the closet was heard.

Raquel placed both her hands on the riquillo's chest and began to push him.

"If you don't take off I won't answer," he said. "The scent of a fox has already reached my nose." Take off!

The riquillo stepped aside and allowed Raquel to pass.

He looked at me and gave me a thumbs up with a victorious smile.

"Well done." He didn't speak, but I could read his lips.

IN TRULY HE WAS A SON OF HIS GREAT ... holy mother!

-What are you doing here!? Raquel kicked the closet doors. And after trying to open it, he turned around. -The keys. Give me the holy keys.

The riquillo turned around.

"Raquel, lower your voice."

"Give me the keys!" He exclaimed.

Well, it was already decided by then. I don't think this lady would have allowed me to leave that company.

"I'm going to open it," said the rich man. He walked over to Raquel and pretended to push her body away from the door. "Do you give me permission?"

"You are a cynic in all respects." Raquel pointed out before turning away from the door.

The rich man opened the closet, and in a quick movement. He spread his arms and used his body as a shield.

"I ran out as soon as I caught it," he spoke.

Raquel threw herself behind the riquillo's back.

-I left! Raquel yelled. "I got out of there fufa!"

That was a scene that you could not see twice in your life. Unfortunately my cell phone was left on the desk, and I ran the risk that Raquel would kill me if she saw me recording it.

"Can't you get tired of being a bicycle ?! Anyone with two legs can ride you!" The rich man started backing away with Raquel mounted on his back.

This made me think of the previous words. Right now, who's riding whom?

"I got out of here fast." The riquillo pronounced, grabbing Raquel's arms.

The relationshipist came out of the closet, as if she were a long-awaited star on stage.

With you ladies and gentlemen, Miss vixen with her great success, '' my legs spread and you ''!

"You told me she wasn't at the company." —They were his first words when he came out of the closet.

Apparently the trip to Narnia did him bad.

"I got out of here," ordered the riquillo. "I don't know how long I can hold it back."

"You are a given fufa, at least charge, shameless!" —Raquel offered, pretending to get out of the riquillo's control.

Could it be that, if I had written a book relating this adventure, would I have obtained my soap opera in the afternoons?

"Bitch, but not stupid like you," he laughed. —I have to bend down to be able to pass under those chunks that you can see.

Let's see, let's recap. When is the funeral of the lady ...?

"I came from here," the rich man reiterated.

The woman adjusted her chest and then her skirt.

-I'll write you later. —He notified before beginning to walk towards where I was. At the door.

-Where are you going!? Raquel yelled. "I'm not done with you!"

"Wear a hat so you don't look horny." "Was the woman's last comment before leaving the office."

This was wrong. Obviously it was. What terrified me the most was that I was already part of this crazy trio.

God, why didn't I go to apply for a job at McDonald's?

"Let go of me!" Raquel ordered as she kicked.

Just to give a mental picture. Raquel was the bag of cement, and the riquillo was the bricklayer.

"Calm down and let's talk," said the rich man. -. I cited her here to talk about work.

—And what was the fufa doing in the closet ?! Raquel argued. "Were they playing 'find the fufa !?"