Victor walks me back to the waiting room. He leaves me to Antonio with a beautiful smile.
-You take care of her.
-Of course, Mister Victor.
-It's Victor, not Mister Victor.
-Sorry, Mister Victor.
He rolls his eyes and goes back to his office.
-Good, so you got the job?
-I think so.
-Perfect! I'll show you, your office, then I'll make you visit, how does that sound?
-It's nice. Thank you!
We walk toward the elevator once again. He pushes the button of the highest floor.
The highest floor? On the same floor as Victor? The doors open and the woman from earlier is standing there. She doesn't look happy. I keep saying she, maybe they don't identify as a woman. Antonio smiles to her. She pouts. We walk out of the elevator. Antonio sighs.
-That girl, I don't know why she is still here honestly, so unprofessional.
-What does she do?
-I think you've seen it.
-What do you mean?
-When you walked into the office, you saw it.
-Did you do it on purpose?
-I don't know what you are talking about.
He smirks.
-She wants to take my job, there is no way, I'm sharing. So if someone could put her back in her place, I would really appreciate it. Here it is.
He opens the door. The walls are black and white. With a painting hanging on one of them. There is a big window and a massive couch to sit or lay on. A desk with a computer and a glass with chalk in it. One of the walls is actually a chalk board with Welcome written on on it. Also a pair of headphones, just like the ones I have at home.
It's strange, It's almost as if someone asked me what I wanted an office to look like.
They prepared for my arrival. I'm sure of it.
I sit down at the desk.
-Ella should arrive with some scripts soon, take your time to make yourself comfortable.
-Thank you!
Antonio closes the door. I get up and look outside. I take some chalk and write on the wall.
The sun heats up, gives life and lifts the spirits. If there is a good star in this universe, it's that one.
The soon to be setting sun hits the wall and the side of my face. A smile comes to bright up my face even more.
Someone knocks on the door. I open it. The woman from before is there with a cart.
-Here they are. Good luck!
-Thank you.
She walks away. I push the cart inside the office. I take the first one, on the top. It's small. How to build a house?
The first page.
How can I build a house?
Without your smile
The walls will be colorful
It would be empty without your laughter echoing in all the rooms
The windows shall be massive
How can it be bright, if you were the one bringing sunshine
I hate the smell of the paint
Even if I fill the rooms with flowers, it won't be nearly enough to replicate your smell
How can I build a house
Without knowing where you are
Without knowing if you even exist
How can I sleep
If I can't feel your neck on my lips
How can I wake up
Without caressing your bare back
How can I build a house
Without you living in it
Someone is going through some stuff. I look at the author.
Hades
Nice name. He has always been my favorite god.
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