End of day one

CHARLOTTE

The beginning of my first day was disastrous, but thanks to an unknown force, after that show, nothing else happened. The rich man remained in his office, and I remained on my desk organizing a couple of documents.

With just a short time to go to the end of my workday, I was looking at my wristwatch impatiently. It only took a couple of minutes to leave this crazy apartment.

Tomorrow what would be the show. A suicide attempt with a banana?

"Just two…" I spoke. It only took two minutes to get home, and it wasn't that he wanted to rush back, but if he didn't leave in a hurry, the discount offers at the supermarket would be over.

Choose everything but the chicken nuggets!

-Do you want to go to the bathroom? His low voice caused me to jump a little from my chair.

At what point had the eel with legs arrived?

-No sir. I'm just in a hurry, ”I reported picking up what little dignity I had left over. Whenever I thought I was alone, I would start to move my right leg like I was driving a car.

Maybe in my past life I was a Formula 1 driver.

"So you wear a diaper." That is groundbreaking. I turned my gaze to him. A smile was what he gave me.

"How did you know? I usually steal your father's diapers…" My comment was involuntary, although it didn't seem like it.

It's just that he was that kind of vindictive person. Which you step on a shoe and they destroy a glass of your house.

So vindictive.

"My dad wears an oversized mask." He smiled again.

I contained, with all the strength of my being, the laugh that tried to come out. Because come on, stupid jokes to this day continue to make me laugh.

I still can't get over the elementary school jokes, how embarrassing ...

"You can go." You don't have to wait for the exact time, ”he said. He approached the desk, lowered his body and rested his elbows and arms on the table. His face was so close that I had to push back my chair. -. It will be a pleasure working with you.

He really couldn't understand this person's personality.

Was he really that cynical?

"Shall we make a blood pact?" He proposed as I quickly stood up from my chair. -Needless. "You mentioned." "I see that you prefer to close the deals in a bodily way." He separated his arms from the desk and straightened his body. "Apartment, Hotel, motel, or do you prefer parks?"

I watched him with indignation.

"This is workplace harassment," I reported. I took my bag and hung it on my back.

Remember when I said that I used to be not very feminine? Well, women's purses or bags stress me out. They only manage to concentrate the weight of all your things on one side. And my God! Not to mention the heels.

"It's not harassment," he defended himself. -. I was asking you where you lived. Don't tell me… ”He started walking toward me. "Did you think of ...?"

"Is he still so immature?" I started my walk towards the elevator feeling a bit embarrassed.

He had caught me in his play on words.

-Sorry. It's just that I haven't gotten involved in newspapers yet. He answered.

You have to get over elementary jokes, for God's sake!

Something like this couldn't be amusing.

I pressed the button to call the elevator, and in a few seconds, the rich man was next to me.

"Will you be back tomorrow ...?" He inquired.

"I hope I win the lottery tonight." -I replied.

"I'll buy it and make sure you don't win." His voice was too credible.

Could it be that ... he has so much money?

"I hope you come back," he said. -. It feels great having a redhead for a secretary. His voice was the same as that of a child who is given a gift at Christmas.

The elevator doors opened, and without wanting to respond to his words, I entered. He also entered.

"By the way, I don't know your name." He commented turning his face towards me. The elevator doors closed.

That's where I realized that he didn't even bother to read my resume.

I didn't know his name either. Could it be that ... maybe his name is Peter?

By God, I hope that's the way it is! Because that way I can fill my mouth with happiness when I call him Peter the eel.

"Charlotte," I revealed. -. What's yours? I turned my gaze to him with enthusiasm.

His lips parted slowly, his throat began to move and my eyes watched him carefully.

I could already hear the song in the background.

"Fredrik," he reported. I was silent and watched him. He turned his gaze to me. -. What's up? You look disappointed.

The elevator doors opened.

"His name sounds like a refrigerator." "It was the last thing I said before leaving the elevator." I walked through the hallway and left the building.

I was disappointed, it was actually that way. I thought that my bad ideas to insult had finally provoked a deserving insult. I felt fulfilled for a moment, but apparently it was still a fridge with flip flops.

The cold of the city reached the depths of my skin. My nose started with its super sensitivity towards the cold and the icy breeze that entered my eyes made me sleepy.

My cell phone vibrated, to which I responded by pulling it out of my coat. A message lit up on the lock screen. I stopped my walk and read it.

"How have you been? I would like to talk to you"

I put my cell phone back and got back on my feet with confused thoughts in my head. I walked to the nearest bus stop and sat on a metal bench.

There were whistling sounds everywhere. At the corner of the avenue you could see a traffic jam, and an old-looking man said a compliment to me while he waited for the traffic light to turn green. He stuck his head out of his window and spoke.