Hi, the name's Glotsi Sivredkshi, weird name? that's because I was born ,and raised in Moscow , Russia. Bestowed upon a rich, yet highly strict family, I was bound to cope, or be obedient to my family's every order. Being a 24 year old, I was star...
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"Glotsi Sivredshki, make sure to organize a financial deal discussion during 5:30 pm, don't make it late, or else ." She said sternly, giving out her full Russian accent.
"Yes Mrs.Siverdhski." Mom, I wanted to call her that, but , since birth, strict rules had to make me obligated to state her in a business manner. Following courtesy I bowed, with her returning a slight nod with a permanent frown on her face .Though it was a sign of depression, it made her facial features quite intimidating towards any passing member. I left for the exit of the room, heading towards the door, until I heard a call for my need, "Siverdhki, make sure to warn Bluska of my next dinner roll, it better not be late." she said, giving off a dark, brutal aura. I nodded, and left the grey, beige room through the burgundy wooden doors, closing it softly behind me. Heading down towards the hallways, eat step echoing on the walls of the pathway, taking each step gloomily, I kept my head down, greeting silent passers, with them returning the manner. Growski, the last chef that left due to a 30 second late delivery of mom's dinner, had to serve punishment. But it wasn't any type of punishment, he was penalised immensely. I stopped in the middle of the hallway, having silent memories of his outrageous screams, his cry, his plead, his beseeching of a saviour. All I could do was watch, mourning silently of his fitful pain, from that day, I had sworn to protect any life from this inhumane torture. Feeling something cold dripping down my check, I reached my palm towards my defined cheekbones, and wiped off the liquid matter, pulling my palms in front of my face, I lowered my head, laughing miserably, "Tears, I haven't seen you in millennial , how come to visit me, to advocate me in this depression." smiling distastefully, I restarted my journey, heading towards my office, memories of failure luring behind me.
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"Spahsebah Bluska, I hope you make it, and be careful." I stated, with her sourly laughing, and giving a slight silence of worry, I cut the phone, starting to move on to the assigned tasks. Turning on the computer, I typed in the company password, and opened the files of word documents, initiated to review them. The silence was disrupted by my ringtone, so I took my phone out, not leaving my vision from the computer, and answered without noticing the caller id, "Hello, Siverdhki her-". I was suddenly disrupted be a jolly sound "Glotsi! where the hell are you nerd, is that wrinkled pig assigning you to torture again- Hi Glotsi-" I took my phone away from my ear due to the unbelievable amount of decibels they were radiating, putting my phone back to my ear, I answered in my silent tone of voice, "Jongdae, to correct she's Mrs.Siverdhki, and yes, I have assigned tasks to complete, I'll talk to you later, tell Minseok that I greeted him, and Jinyuk I'll be visiting eventually, bye." About to end the call, and voice of anticipation stopped me, "Wait!, I wanted to invite you to a party this Saturday, be sure to dress up nicely, I'm giving you a chance to meet her again." as I heard 'her', immediately my depressive expression was replaced by a joyful one, "Did you just characterize my faithful day, make sure she isn't seen, and I'll be right there, love you guys." the call ended with a laughter, and him yelling in victory, putting my phone in it's designated place, I had an excited impatience radiating around me, I reassigned myself towards my tasks, hopefully completing them by this Friday to have time to go to the celebration. My focus was disrupted by a knock, and one of the maids inviting me of dinner, I thanked her, in which she nodded and left. Standing up from my swivel chair, I readjusted my coat, and made my way towards the dining hall, thinking of a way to convince them of approval for the invitation
