An Irresistible Widower
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his thing and it is empty. I hate elevators! There are always people talking shit. I have a friend who always says: "Jack, stop being silly
ew York. I keep thinking... if his company couldn't have two floors at most... He couldn't have a company
n my back lightly so that no one notices that I am carrying a gun. It is embarrassing enough to walk through the lobby and the alarms go off because of the metal detecto
s a slut, I don't know how he could have hired her. In my opinion, he can only have some problem hiring a wo
dog Barbie looks me up and down, as if
ent, is busy and will not
her, who, in turn, imagines that I am one more who has gone out with him. Who does she think she
ptista is here and, for your information, I d
ou. I will make an appointment with him for next week. November 3rd, at 9
my cell phone, call the number of my
hat son of a bitch can be s
iro? - I ask, knowi
he ans
cretary that I don't need an appointment to talk to you," I say all th
e human beast continues to
ask. - Thank you
, my love. - he says
t, using that tone with me, Ra
o his living room. As always, a cat. The good thing about being friends is that we never had any interest in being toget
- he says in an amused tone. And I ju
e such an idio
ve me,"
ng! You really thi
and he knows it, because I am not one to show it and easily tell the four winds what
omes here to the office, you can let
ght she was just one of the girls who come here to see you.
and. Please, Cristina, put yourself in your plac
eplied Cristina
to Miss Baptista and I don't want
ro," Cristina answers with
me, "and you, Miss Troublema
salute him and