SEDUCTION

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I slowly take a deep breath ... I look intently at the reflection in the mirror. Perfect. Then why do I have this emptiness in my stomach? Why do I feel so weird? It's the first day of work after the long vacation I took two months ago, I'm looking forward to seeing my colleagues again. In my third year working for this agency, I can say with certainty that I love my job. During all this time I was completely disconnected from the world. The real estate agency is the largest and most sought after by those who want to buy real estate throughout New York, and I am very proud to be part of the team of people who have brought it to the pinnacle of success.

I only opened my phone when I landed at the airport in New York and I was not very disappointed when I saw messages and missed calls received only from colleagues at work and from Ely (roommate and best girlfriend) but none from him ... No excuses or regrets.

I go to the closet and carefully analyze the two dresses I prepared for this day ... I take the hanger with the emerald green dress ... This is perfect. I quickly go into the bathroom and put my dress on. The lace that shows a bit of the shoulders gives me a sexy look ... and the rest of the dress is covered with lace and falls in vertical waves up to the knees. I quickly put on the necklace I received from my friend last year for my birthday, with the big black pendant it matches my eyes, I put my watch on my hand ... Then I notice the trace from the ring that has not disappeared yet. I look up and look at myself in the mirror, frowning for a few seconds ...

"No." I shake my head and try to cheer myself up. I will not let his memory distract me from living my life.

I arrange my hair, which I decided to leave loose on my back, falling into light curls. Perfect, I put on my black stiletto shoes, give myself a little perfume and get out of the bathroom. It's still early so I'll make myself some coffee. As I put the coffee in the machine, I repeat in my mind the speech I am going to give in front of my colleagues. I know they were very concerned about me and of course they are not happy because I did not answer any calls and did not call back. I just sent them a message through Ely informing them that I was taking all the days off I had accumulated ... I needed a breath away from everyone.

I sit down at the kitchen table and drink softly from the fresh coffee, I turn my gaze to the closed door of my friend's room. I didn't see her today and it's no wonder waking up in the morning isn't her strong point. I get up slowly and approach her door, I don't want to disturb her, but she said last night after I told her everything I did during my vacation, that today she has some urgent commissions to do. I knock slowly on the door ...

- Ely? I slowly put my hand on the doorknob and press, I put my head on the door with my eyes trying to find the bed in the darkness of her room. He has drawn blinds.

"Ely ... it's half past seven ..." I groped in the dark and moved my friend's shoulder slowly. She has red hair scattered all over her face.

- Hmm ... not yet - she complains - I want to stay a little longer ... I only slept for two hours!

"Then ..." I pull the blanket off her head and head for the window. "Next time you should be less curious about how I spent my vacation and more attentive to the mandatory sleep schedule to have a productive morning." - I raise the blinds and suddenly I seem to be bothered by the strong rays entering the jam. I frown a little and return to the bed. - I have to leave if I don't want you to be late for the first day of work after a well-deserved vacation. I'm leaving you ...

- Okay, okay ... I'm waking up now. - His voice is hoarse and his eyes seem a little swollen. I laugh at the thought that when he wakes up he's going to get upset ... he's late.

"All right then, have a good day," I say, and wave to him. "Don't fall asleep!"

I go back and leave her room, go down the hall and take my purse from the hanger and the keys from the table next to the hanger. I leave the apartment and head to the parking lot where I wholeheartedly hope that my car will start after such a long period of rest. I open the door and get behind the wheel. After several keys and a prayer, the car starts and a victorious smile appears on my face. I get out of the parking lot and head to the city center where the offices of the agency I work for call. The morning traffic is infernal, and when I get close to the building with the agency offices, I have to make three detours to find a parking space.