Rules Of CEO

m... in your mouth. Before the eyes that followed, burning and ecstatic, each of her gestures, she sucked the milk candy, opened her mouth again, showed her tongue, showed the

naughty Cinderella, with whom he had just danced, had left behind not a slipper, but... the Discourse on Voluntary Servitude, by Étienne de La Boétie. Nothing more appropriate, she thought. It was a classic of philosophy, which discussed the contradictions between servitude and tyranny. She took the book, her booty. It would serve him in the future to remember a torrid game that, unfortunately, had not come to fruition. Fingers lightly touching the cover, he understood that he would miss her like an old song, "everything I haven't seen yet". To his surprise, however, the cover slipped through his fingers and he realized, with shock, that it was fake. Despite not having a shred of sense of humor and rarely smiling, he not only laughed a lot, but also indulged in a carefree laugh, looking at the little blue-covered book. In the center of it, an engaged couple kissed on top of a large wedding cake, under the title: The thirty-five rules for conquering the perfect man. – Ah, you dog... TWO Somewhere in the celestial hierarchy there should be a Holy Bill Untie. It certainly wasn't Saint Bárbara, as the altar of the main church had already been transformed into a glass plate of candles, all devoutly offered by Kárita. And, much less, Santa Edwiges, generic protector of those in debt. For this one, he had lost count of his promises. There had to be, somewhere, a saint with a peculiar level of expertise, capable of being known worldwide for untying expired bills... she just needed to locate her and make one more promise, now in the right office! Kárita looked at the SPC mark for a long time and stuffed the mail into her apron pocket. One more. When he went up to his apartment, he would put it in the pink file box, which was next to the white one, on top of the blue one, in the little room next to the bathroom that, some time ago, was no longer a closet. – And why didn't he come with you...? He turned his eyes away from the dark future, in which storms of bills and overdue installments flooded his life. He forced himself to reconnect with the present, as he had momentarily forgotten the direction of the conversation he was having with Ivone. Her employee cleaned the candy store counter, spraying the gl