Standing in your way

Chapter 2

"Abigail" i say to her as i see her on the door

"Hey Hel, something wrong?" she say as it was all normal and as if she hadn't been pretending to be at work all day

"Where have you been?" i say as i lift my gaze to meet her

"At work, as always, what do you mean?" I scoff at her as she lift down her gaze to her shoes, she always do this when she is lying

"Abigail look at me" i say with a stern face as i approach her. She lift her gaze and looks at me with empty eyes

"What?" she says

"I met Harold before"

"Good for you"

"Abigail for god sake where the fuck have you been? " I am loosing my patience, she is lying in my face, i can't handle this shit anymore.

"Helena what the fuck? Don't shout at me like this!" she raises her voice at me

" Do you really think that Harold didn't told me?"

"Told you what?" she scoffs

"Do you really think i'm stupid?" 

"Okay okay, i wasn't at work, i was at the library with my colleauge for getting a work for a client done. Are you happy now?" i don't believe her

"And why did you lie to me earlier?" 

"Well i didn't lied to you, it was like i was at work" 

"Yeah sure" i close my eyes and take a deep breath, i return to our bedroom, she didn't even try to apologize or say another word to me. 

After an hour she comes in, puts on her pajamas and comes to bed with me

"Helena you're awake?" i don't responde to her, i don't want. I'm starting to getting sick of her. I close my eyes and fall to sleep 

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The alarm wakes me up at 8, i turn it off and quickly get up for getting ready for the meeting whit Lydia. Oh my god I was meeting Lydia Tár. I wanted to look really good for her, not beacuse i wnated to seduce her or anything, i only wanted to make a good impression. 

I took a shower, put on some makeup and the went to pick up some clothes to wear: i decided to wear a light blue silk shirt, the last bottons where undone, elegant black trousers and my favorite boots. 

"That's it" i say as i look at myself in the mirror, i look good. I grab my keys, my phone and put them in my bag, then i exit the house and jump in my car. 

I enter the building whit anxiety skyrocketing, i see the same girl as yesterday coming at me

"Hello Helena, nice to meet you I'm Francesca, Lydia's assistent" she holds out her hand smiling

"I'm Helena nice to meet you" i shake her warm hand for a second 

"Now, Lydia is in her office and she said that she will call me when she is ready, in the meanwhile we can talk a bit to get know eachother" 

"Yeah that would be great!" i say smiling

"So Helena, are you german?"

"Not really, well my mother is german but my father is italian"

"I assumed it from your last name, well i am fully german"

"Oh yes? I was thinking that you were italian too because of your name" 

"Ah yes, a lot of people tell me this but no I'm not, my parents named me Francesca because when they went in Italy they met a beautiful lady that was called like this and so they decided to name me after her!" she says laughing