Now Alice was crying. Huddled on the floor under a crystal table, shuddering in sobs, forgetting that the face from the makeup spoiled by tears will soon turn into a multi-colored palette. She didn't try to stop or calm down, just let go of herself and cried.
It is not known how long this would have lasted, but then from the side of the small door there was a noise and loud drunken voices: colleagues were returning, who had finished a fun quest - party. One by one, they crawled out of the narrow aisle: Stan, a young energetic guy of about twenty, who had not yet graduated from the Presidential Academy of Management and was recently appointed head of the corporate department. Sara, deputy director, barely squeezed into a tight hole. Rita, Alice's partner and mentor in the personnel training department. And, finally, Dana Karol herself, their director.
All of them were at the training outside the third door. True, there they were all unfamiliar and with other life stories.
Alice hastily took out a handkerchief and wiped her face somehow. Fortunately, the colleagues were already in that stage of drunken happy fun, when the faces of those around them, whatever they may be, seem impossibly beautiful.
- Alice, why are you sitting on the floor? - Rita was surprised.
She came closer, gave her friend a hand, helping her to get up, but since she herself was no longer quite firmly on her feet, she swayed under the weight of the body of the rising Alice, lost her balance and both of them, trying to stay on their feet, grabbed the crystal table. Table was not designed for weight of the two, though not very thick, but still adults ladies, and also tried to fall on one side, but was stopped by a firm hand stranger man in the hatter's costume. He got out of the aisle last and was the only sober person in the room.
- Hold on, ladies, - he said solemnly, holding the table. - Don't break our props, please, it's expensive.
- So I'm expecting you tomorrow at my office, - Stan told him. - We can sign a service contract. Will you be comfortable at ten?
The Hatter shrugged.
- Let me call you tomorrow again.
- Stan, leave him alone, - Sara said reproachfully, taking a bite of a piece of pizza with which she climbed out through the small door. - Why did you grab onto him like an April tick? He told you that he still needs to think, calculate the budget...
- I go to my goal - said Stan pompously. - I have to fulfill the contract plan this month.
- Well done, bunny, - Karol approved. - But leave Arthur alone for now. He's a man, he'll decide for himself, right, Arthur? - she wagged her hips, covered with a narrow leather miniskirt, revealing breathtakingly long legs and flirtatiously waved with glued eyelashes.
- Right, - the Hatter agreed calmly, not reacting in any way to the frank sexual call of the tall blonde.
Stan, annoyed at how he was prevented from going to his goal, decided to take out his anger on the Sara.
- Maybe you would have finished gorging, - he said sarcastically, - I thought you, like Winnie the Pooh, would get stuck in the doorway and we would wait a week until you lose weight to get out of here.
- Fuck you, - Sara answered calmly. - I have a diet - from tomorrow, and today I have fun.
She put the last slice of pizza into her mouth and began to shake off the crumbs from her glittery evening dress.
Stan snorted and began to walk in circles around the room, aimlessly jerking the handles of the doors he passed by. The doors did not open. Neither the four that Alice entered, nor the others.
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Doors are always open
General Fiction«Oh, if only, if only» ... Here's life would be if only... And what would life be like if we dared to enter those doors that were never locked for us? One thing is certain - by entering the open door, you will no longer remain what you were all thes...
