𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗛 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡
Lord Lionel Shahbandar had everything that others could not even dream of. His own company, money until he dropped and a huge estate.
But one thing he did not have.
A love he neither sought nor missed.
Only when he ha...
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My native language is German and I have only basic knowledge of English. The story was translated with the help of a program. Please let me know if the quality is good enough. If so, I will translate my other Alan & Characters stories at some point as well.
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Saskia sat on the makeshift bed, her gaze gliding over the room, which rather resembled a larger broom closet. She shared the small apartment with an acquaintance. She had lived here alone in the beginning, until she could no longer afford the rent. Saskia was then asked by her if she was looking for a place to stay. Since she still lived in the deepest rural area of England and wanted to work in London anyway, Saskia immediately agreed.
Sighing, she stood up and smoothed out her white blouse. Saskia went to her small mirror hanging on the wall. Once again she looked at herself in it. She ran a hand through her brown, shoulder-length hair, which already showed a few silvery hairs. She was only 37 years old, but her genes had never been kind to her in any way.
But she didn't want to dye her hair at all, once you started, you were caught in this cycle. Until one day she decided to wear her hair white. No for sure not, she thought to herself and contorted her face into a grimace.
Saskia turned away from her reflection, picked up her bag and walked out the door of the room into the small hallway. Once again, the light in the small front hall did not work. In the semi-darkness, she gathered her jacket and shoes and got dressed. Before stepping outside, she checked that everything she needed was in her bag. She took the key, opened the apartment door, stepped outside and locked it from the outside.
Slowly she walked down the stairs, there was no elevator in this filthy apartment building. Saskia could actually have afforded better accommodation, because she wasn't earning badly. But she wanted to save as much as possible so that one day she could fulfill her dream.
She was interrupted in her thoughts when she stepped in front of the apartment building and once again London's crap weather reached its fullest potential. Quickly she rummaged in her actually small bag. But when looking for something, it seemed like a black hole in the universe, unfathomable and not knowing where it led. Finally the object of desire was found, Saskia quickly opened the small umbrella to get to the workplace still halfway dry.
With quick steps she went to the bus stop, which was just around the corner. Fortunately, because in this weather it was quite practical not to have to walk too far. Above all, it reduced the danger of being splashed by inconsiderate drivers in this miserable weather. She deftly dodged the rain puddles on the sidewalk and stood at the bus stop.
Saskia glanced impatiently at the clock; she still had a huge mountain of paperwork to process for her boss's assistant today. Why she had to do so much for her, she didn't really know. Sometimes she wondered what Evi did all day at all. She probably just sat in front of his office at the reception desk in her short miniskirt and painted her fingernails.
When Saskia pictured the whole scene, she screwed up her face. No, that would be nothing for her, neither the miniskirt, since there was certainly nothing like that in her clothing size, nor painting her fingernails. She looked at her manicured hands, which did not have any nail polish, everything was too tedious. Also with the make-up she did not take it so really exactly. Since she had pure skin, she did without it completely.
She did have an assortment of makeup at home, in case she ever went out to dinner or to a pub. Although that was actually also wasted effort, because after all, no one really noticed her anyway. Especially not the men. They preferred to gawk at the slim, pretty girls. Apparently, the inner values still did not count enough that they could overlook a few more kilos.
But she still didn't let herself go because of that. She cared about her appearance and always dressed well, since it was also required in the office. Even though it was always an undertaking to get clothes in larger sizes without looking like a living potato sack. Saskia was right on the border in which the normal clothing sizes of the last size were too tight.
She lifted her gaze and saw the bus just pulling into the stop. She quickly pulled down the umbrella, shook it, and stepped inside the bus. A miracle, today there was almost nothing going on, so Saskia sat down at a free window seat. Due to the warmth inside and the rainy weather outside, a damp mist formed on the window. Saskia tried to remove the layer with a handkerchief, but it was useless. It immediately formed again, so that nothing of London could be seen. Fortunately, she already knew the route by heart. A few stops later, she could finally get off.
She took a deep breath of the fresh air into her lungs and in the meantime opened the umbrella again. From far away, she could already see the massive building of her boss, Lord Lionel Shahbandar. Like a monument it stood between the other houses and showed how unworthy you were.
Saskia didn't want to waste any more time with musings and quickly made her way to the building of the Shahbandar Media Group. The rain beat down on the umbrella and demanded everything from it. She picked up speed until she was almost running into the building. She quickly shook out the umbrella again and looked through the large glass front.
From a distance, she saw her boss's Rolls-Royces arrive in front of the entrance. She quickly went to the elevators and pressed the button with the arrow pointing up. Saskia did not want to go up with him under any circumstances. His mood was unpredictable, she always looked to be transparent in front of him. Which she managed well, since he never actually registered her. They also had no points of contact, as she had a small office a little apart, right next to the art curator Harry Deane.
The doors of the elevator opened and Saskia quickly stepped inside and immediately pressed the button several times, hoping that the doors would close faster.
