Just try...

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Louna:  

Even after I explained our complex and fully functional system and work schedule, I hope someone will come up to me and say it's a joke like in the hidden camera. But no one jumps out with a camera with a laugh even how much I hope it will happen. I turn to him in the hope that he will say something that he does not care and will only go his way but he does not, but looks at me with a strange glance which just makes me angry.

"Do you listen even?" I ask angrily and to my surprise, he answers, "Everyone does his job, no more or less" it turns out he might have something behind the frontal bone anyway.

Just. So you can start by folding the program to a wedding that is held next weekend for future couple Mr and Mrs Palmer "he can at least not spoil it or? For any idiot, welding can fold up paper. He sits quietly in the conference room at a high unfolded paper, I can see him sitting and fiddling with the papers while I sit on a chair opposite him. In silence, only paper folded, it might not be bad after all that sitting babysitter as I do sometimes for Mrs. Jones, who five months ago became a widow and single mother of four young children. But my hopes are shattered when I hear him sigh and lean on the backrest and then what I was afraid of. "So what happened yesterday at the party?" That was the only question I did not want to hear I was even seed embarrassed over the whole event. I remember the tattooed guy who kissed me and how he is there and asks whether to dance, he pulls me with him and then blackens everything. I remember how the world spun and how my eyelids felt like they were made of lead.

When I do not answer in the hope that he will forget what he asks, he continues instead: "You know he kind tafsade on you." And I realize I can't ignore him anymore but have to face reality.

"Were they he did?" I ask vaguely in the hope that we can only forget everything, but he does not seem to give in.

"Yes they were, he actually stuck to you and if you need to do that you do something wrong" and I just nod to the answer.

"What do you do wrong?" asks a shrill voice from the door and both I and Ambrose jumps to, I do not know whether it is to my rescue or not that Jill comes in through the door in an over-size shirt and faked branded handbag with glasses deferred on the head.

"Nothing" I quickly end the conversation before Ambrose has time to say something more.

"Why are you here?" I tell you quickly to change the topic and her entire facial expression changes like she just came up with something important.

"It's an emergency, I need his help now," she says appalled and I now realize that she was not at all a rescue.

"I work" I say easily in response because I have no desire to take care of her "emergency", but I look at her that I will not have so much to Val.

"But you always work and I bet that Mrs B doesn't mind that I'm borrowing you for a few hours... Or the rest of the day "and I was right I have no choice.

She comes up to my chair and literally pulls me out of the room to get with me for with Jill it's never a real emergency.

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