confrontation

CHARLOTTE

Is Mrs. Raquel a bitch? No. That can not be. Psycho maybe, but bitch was highly unlikely.

"Modulate your vocabulary, zumbambico!" The president scolded. "Have a seat, and act like the man you are!" The legged eel made a disinterested gesture and then, with time, took a seat. "Please have a seat, Raquel." The president closed his eyes, and massaged his temples to relax.

Raquel began to walk, and then took a seat a little higher on the left side of the riquillo.

I straightened my back and took the papers with both hands.

"… As I was exposing you." The president opened his eyes and took his hands away from his head. -. Fredrik and Raquel will marry. There is no exact date yet, but we suspect that it will take place in a couple of weeks.

Raquel did not take her gaze from the table, and the rich man did not stop looking at Raquel.

Apparently they have not solved their problems yet.

Drop it and find yourself a French, Raquel!

"Everything has been cleared up." I hope there are no bad tongues speaking in the company. —The president mentioned.

The doors opened, and from them, some men who, by God! I wish they kidnapped red-haired women. Dressed in elegant suits and briefcases in their hands, they entered the room.

The president stood and welcomed them. They exchanged a couple of words and I could identify that they were speaking in English. The men took the available seats and after a few words, the meeting began, or so I imagined.

Because, let's see, I was as bored as a surfer in Bolivia.

My level of English was acceptable, but to be able to understand. First I needed them to speak slowly, and repeat the words to me at least twice. Thing that no longer occurs now. I can understand perfectly.

Instead, that boardroom at the time seemed like a Rap battle to me. They could have been insulting my mother and I wouldn't even notice. What's more, I could even smile at them.

But come on, this was fine. I mean, it was better to be in that place than to be downstairs in the office with all that sun.

I directed my gaze towards the riquillo and realized that he was looking at me. Intimidating and expectantly.

It is said that it takes four minutes of intense stares to fall in love, so I looked away and looked at my shoes.

I could fall in love with anyone. From my friend's father, from the neighborhood priest, but from the eel with legs.

Ha Ha Never !, God save me and I become a lesbian.

The riquillo cleared his throat. Which caused me to turn to see. In an inelegant gesture, he let me see his watch as he picked up his sleeve.

It's only been ten minutes, for God's sake.

I brought one of my hands to my hair and opened my palm twice.

He looked at me in confusion.

Come on, apart from the dog was it also fallen from the wattle?

I put the papers on my lap and stretched out both of my arms. I spread my palms and looked at him.

Like this or with pictures?

"In five," the riquillo said while faking a sneeze.

Raquel watched him, and I pretended to hold back my laughter. Because come on! That sounded like a dog learning to speak.

-What happens? The president asked, interrupting their conversation.

The eel with legs watched him.

"Ranitis," he pointed out.

My God, who taught him to speak?

The president disapprovingly ignored him and continued his conversation. After a couple of seconds, the rich man started talking to investors. His English was very fluent, and because I saw him chatting, I decided not to intervene. In addition, the great trigger was that the face of the president terrified me. He sensed an evil aura around him.

The twenty minutes had turned into forty. And at that time I was the one who wanted to leave that room. After a couple of minutes, the investors rose to their feet. There was a certain happiness on their faces, just like on the other faces in the room.

I figured they closed the deal. Good for them! That meant my generous salary will continue to work.

How wrong was I ...

After a few more words, the president's secretary was asked to accompany the investors. I crossed a couple of glances with the one who looked like the protagonist of a soap opera, and then the men with briefcases left the room.

I stood up and looked at the riquillo. His face said it all, he was annoyed with me.

"Fredrik, please stay here," the president announced. "You too, Raquel." I urge all the others to leave the room. The man sat down again.

I turned around and pretended to head for the exit.

"Charlotte!" The riquillo called. -, Where are you going?

I turned around and looked at him.

"The president said that ...

"I know what he said," he interrupted. "But he's not your boss, the one who pays your salary is me" The eel with legs took a seat. -. Sit down, ”he ordered.

"I told him to get out." I heard the voice of the president behind me.

This looked bad ...

"And I told him to stay." The legged eel smiled. "It may make me thirsty and need a glass of water."

This is where it said. Was it really that dangerous to be a drug dealer?

-Whatever you want.

I took a seat and turned my gaze to the table. The other people left the room. The last sound heard was the door closing. After that act, an uncomfortable, pulsating and exasperating silence enveloped all the people who inhabited the meeting room.

"Why are you so incapable?" They were the first words that broke the silence. "In an act of humanity I give you the opportunity to belong to this company, and you only show me your ineptitude."

Some words a little strong, and more when they came from your father. I turned my gaze to Fredrik and watched his reaction.