ends with me that incinerates all Hack confronting the bench in an attack of misogyny. When he finishes the trickle of public contact and free the bouncer salt you look after the routine work in silence, creating tension among my colleagues who do not understand my attitude unfriendly. Finished my
, greeting and just go down to Ground Zero for change. I give up even all'irrinunciabile easy victory against the Albanian national table football.
I wear a clean shirt and smelling a sweaty body, change your shoes and go out to do when I meet with the Taliban Manga Girl.
I suffered a killer instinct to the Taliban: it can not crush my love in the afternoon. Not in the same night as is my love, at least.
Then I have a killer instinct even to the Manga Girl. Fuck! Not with the Taliban. Peter, Duke, Queen of Tequila. Everything is fine but not the Taliban. Li
apostrophe in the wrong way, without thinking that one is my boss. One of my bosses. The Taliban
not so rude to my weight, and the Manga Girl looks at me unpleasantly surprised.
"Am I to understand that I did not do a good assessment of your person." I said.
Because every time I understand the words of the girl I fell in love tonight I seem to have no logical meaning?
"Deduce what the fuck you want." I still rude, wounded to the heart.
"I believe that now is the time of submission." Spoke the Taliban, he also surprised by my attitude this time.
"introduced me tomorrow." Andandomene I say, on his: "She is our new chief of staff, Akane Tendo."
now I have overcome. I stop for two reasons. One is that the Taliban Manga is not the Girl for schiacciarsela. And this is a good reason. The second is that I tried all night with the new chief of staff. And I do not know if this is a good reason. Now I have to find the solution to an ethical problem to go away and create a character off-putting and obnoxious or introduce myself with a lot of excuses to explain an inexplicable misunderstanding?
I turn and reach out to new chief of staff.
"In fact we already presented." She says she still shaking his hand.
"Sorry. I had a difficult night. "I say.
"I looked up to an hour ago." I answered ambiguously.
"Exactly what would be your task?" I ask annoyed by this embarrassing situation.
"Make an assessment of existing staff, make sure they are professional and do not offer a drink to pretty girls." Smiles stressing the last part of the concise but comprehensive explanation.
"I'm not really a chief of staff but a sort of external commissioner who has evaluated this week."
A spy shit, I think.
"Without telling us anything." I say piqued.
"He was to perform my job better."
Ok, a spy for the cock.
"Akane Well, I've taken enough?" I ask sarcastically.
Akane looks like the Taliban to seek permission to disclose the vote. The Taliban
allows a shrug. Akane
hands me a copy of a report.
"It is finished, I went down just to complete the reports."
I take the paper without taking his eyes off the Manga Girl. The Taliban starts in the office, a locker room before the door.
For a second we are alone, me and Akane.
"But then I misunderstood everything?" Hiss.
Akane looks into my eyes: "It 's a good evaluation, Solo."
swallow hard.
"Even though I have offered twice to drink?"
"I've seen all week ... blablabla" I do not play anymore.
"I really misunderstood everything?" This time the whistle is higher.
Akane quiet. "I gotta go. I have a job to be finished. "And I leave them on the threshold of a corridor that smells of latrine, alone and dejected.
crumpled the report without reading it and throw it in the toilet with a shot from three, as in basketball, passing two gates at right angles to one another.
Akane is still on the office door.
I call it.
not turn.
"Even if I misunderstood it was worth it." Do not cry, but I'm sure I've heard.
The real shame would have seen us right, I went out.
But I feel that this will not ever find out.
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