One of thousand

Chapter 7

Abigail, sitting on the balcony and drinking sweetened coffee, enjoying the peace and tranquility she takes a SIP. The silk gown was worn over a naked body, so when her side felt cool, and her nipples hardened. Simple blonde locks fall to her shoulders. The cool morning made her extraordinarily beautiful, Abby herself felt it. With every SIP she gained strength, became more cheerful, deep sleep has done her good. Facial features were even and ordinary, but the face had no flaws, not even using cosmetics she allowed herself to look stunning. Suddenly she began to torment indecent doubts. Putting the coffee Cup on the floor, she accidentally touches itself, it pierces like a shock. The feeling that she reluctantly buried was resurrected. She was filled with desire. It was worth it to stand up as she brought the right leg, the pain was aggravating. Before Abby stepped into the room, the phone rang, he vanished as suddenly as they appeared. And so hear three more calls. None of them had she's not answering. In addition to people from work it could be her father, a few days ago he promised to call later and discuss the details of flights with his mother Abby, because until October there was little time left. She looked who was calling. It was Laura Huffman, engaged in personnel organization, i.e., she organized the whole working process, she was able to walk while some wrote articles, and other selected options and typography, she always strove to stick his nose in his business. Of course it was her job, but everybody thought that she was hired to be annoying. Abby knew from the beginning who was on the other side of the wire. The only thing that she was struck by this: why would she call in a day off, because Abby wasn't at work on Friday. And to this question later, she found the answer. Voice mail contained ten messages and only one of them was not from Laura. Four communications dated one day earlier. Abby didn't want to spoil the mood of showdown in the morning, so she decided she would explain their absence on Monday. Her only concern was that to work somehow can permeate news about "Jolly" night in jail. Most often it happened, the first thing about these things is reported to work. However, on weekends this routine little who are eager to do. Document about her arrest could transfer as by Fax and by courier, but still possible and e-mail. The air is filled with tranquility was inclined to sleep, even a Cup of coffee is not cheerful. Closing his eyes and falling asleep right in the chair, Abby felt the fullness of the soul, it is impossible to describe this feeling, maybe happiness, but still inaccurate, even she could not characterize their condition, but it was clear that any changes did not escape the girl side. She slept for the next seven and a half hours. Waking up, the first thing Abby felt weak, barely panavise she made ten steps. Mirror opaque hinted to her horrible appearance, as if she hadn't slept and emptied the wine bottle for weeks, in that time, even the corpse seemed to move. The girl caught a cold after spending all night on the street in only a silk robe. Today she had to go to work to escape the house made no sense. But first, you need to freshen up a little bit to resemble a human. A minute passed, lukewarm shower water weakened the body drops quickly flowed down the pale will. Washed of all the negativity, the first arm suit, half lying in a prominent place in the wardrobe tightly to her body. To the dark blue figure-hugging suit she wore black shoes with high heels and gathered the hair in a ponytail, in addition to look serious she wanted to wear glasses, but her vision returned to normal 2 months ago and the glasses had to be abandoned. The final touch in the form of a pair of strokes of concealer under the eyes and shadow expressed its natural beauty. Abby was fully prepared for the meeting. She was required to even show her that she's the one who needed them. Fees and excitement of sitting in the abdomen, was like preparing for a job interview, but it's not. Bypassed the ill-fated coffee, Abby drank a glass of water and went to get a scolding from his superiors. Now friendly relations with a bunch of sloths was under threat. We'll see whether it justified the risk.