When I go to the living room, I call Mila. I let him know that I have had overtime, which is why I probably won't get home at the scheduled time. And I can tell you that I will let you know as soon as I am free. When she starts bombarding me with questions, which I can't answer for now, I end the call, but not before saying goodbye, assuring that I will call her later.It's my departure time, but I have to clean the stupid living room again. Is Silvain blind? This looks good, everything looks in its place. It's just that he's looking to make my day miserable. I'm upset, and his annoyance doesn't make anything less extenuating. It makes everything worse, the day is heavy, it is an exploiter. Every thing he does convinces me that he is a disturbed being, no one behaves like that just because. Something really wrong happens in his head. Now I have to deal with an abnormal guy. He's a guy with mental problems, an aberrant idiot.As I dust off the imaginary dust, something I read about the
Mischievous EyesAn overly hurried Thursday shows how dawn announces the arrival of the morning with dazzling sun through the glass walls. I forgot to close the curtains, now the clarity shakes my delicate vision, until I manage to get used to the torture, after a while it is far from being so.I get ready, without wasting time, I must be punctual at the mansion. From there, I will leave with my tyrant boss to the "attic." I must admit that I am nervous about the idea, the change has manifested itself by his decision, I don't know if there are intentions behind it, okay? No I dont think so. At least there were more workers in the mansion. I don't know anything about that famous place where I will be stuck for the next few days. A fibrous layer of nerves settles in my chest, preventing me from breathing, I don't want to leave the room and follow the usual route.With no options, I leave the apartment. I usually go with Mila, when her schedule is flexible, but if she arrives before eigh
“Now that you know the place, I will tell you about your work. You'll start with the room, I want you to clean up the mess there, then we'll have lunch”“Together?” I do not hide the terror that the question exudes.“If you have some problem?”"A tremendous objection, boss" I think, but he looks at me in that way that I can't find a way to decline.“No. I'm going to start”I'm already on the move. And for the first time I am in a more intimate place, in Silvain. It's not very clear, but I take a step and the lights come on. The atmosphere is ostentatious, the colors of the decoration are gray and a cold blue tone, which is not intended to give light, but rather to accompany the grayish neutral. It is like contemplating in a painting, the storm on a raging sea that waves with impetus. Some burgundy red elements are present, and this does not make the room pleasant. Then there is the king bed in the center with pillows scattered, behind it is the padded headboard. At the foot of it, I v
The Narcissistic BossSaltimbucca Alla Romana...It smells delicious, I perceive the mixture of smells, my sense falls to its knees before the dish he makes. I advance to the kitchen, still without letting myself be seen, I see my boss... cooking? It is a scene that I did not expect to see today, or ever. I still can't get my foot firmly planted, so I walk with a limp, I take a seat on one of the stools, he turns around and I don't know how to look at him.“You're done?”“Yes, it wasn't much.I didn't... know... what you cook..." I make the comment doubtfully, he doesn't give a turn to his expression, he still doesn't even draw a grimace.“Well, you already know. I guess, you know what I'm doing”“You guess right, in fact it is one of my favorite dishes in Italy, Saltimbucca Alla Romana” I confess, it is strange that a more relaxed conversation flows between the two, although he has no intention of following it.He has already turned around, continuing what he did, and leaving me behin
Silvain leaves the kitchen, leaving an absence that has a contradictory effect on me. I don't know how to explain it, I don't want to, and I think about it.I finish doing things there, thoughtful. I put on my shoes in the room and adjust my backpack on my back.I'll go home, I should be happy, but I'm not. When I leave, Silvain waits for me and directs me to the exit.“Will I come tomorrow?” I ask him.“Yes, stick to the same schedule, goodbye” he says goodbye, it seems that he urgently needs my departure.I limp to the elevator and get in. Before the mirrored doors of the elevator close, I see him for the last time, an image that does not perish in my mind, but is etched in fire, compressing my lungs.I go to the apartment in a taxi, to my surprise Mila is in the living room. He directs his eyes to my strange walk, I explain to him that it was an accident at work. I also tell him that I was in Silvain's attic, since he assigned me the job there.“Oh really? let me see your foot" She
Far from the sunset“Thank you” I close the taxi door and head inside the club.I had to show my identification to the guard. As I go deeper, I already hear the cacophony, yes, those unpleasant, inharmonious sounds reverberate in my eardrums with ferocity. The music enters my torrent, but the emotion does not buckle. Without any fuss, I walk through the place full of lights blinking along with the vibration, swimming among the wave of people that cross my path. Alcohol and cigarettes come together in a cloud, I wrinkle my nose, I hate the smell. Every now and then the word "permission" comes from my lips; I rarely nudge, if there is no other way. These people so absorbed in debauchery, distanced from reality, fly and become too absorbed in the moment. That's why I don't want to join the pile.“Where are you Silvain?” I ask in a breath, it's difficult to find my boss's daffodil among so many people.I suppose, for some reason, that he is so prestigious, he must be in a VIP area, surely
When Silvain gets up, my vital organ beats furiously, it's adrenaline, nerves, I can't let him catch me snooping. I immediately go to the kitchen of his attic and wait for him, right where I have been after leaving his room.It appears, I see another image in front of me, it's another person. Head high and chin forward, exudes power, aggressiveness. I think I should have left a long time ago, before the guy who always wants to overwhelm came back: a Narcissus.His thick, grave and deep voice comes through, it is foreign to the solemn scene from a moment ago. Transmits ferocity."Why haven't you gone home?"“Silvain...”“I'm fine, why would I need your help?” he roars angrily.He has a poker face.It is as if by magic he has gotten rid of the effects of alcohol."I just thought you were in a bind, you should be grateful that I brought you home, if I allowed you to come in that state, who knows what would have happened," I face it, I don't have much courage right now, but I won't let hi
The FoolishnessRays of light invade the room, it's Friday, I don't take it well. Waking up aggravates the desolation, intercepts yesterday's night, a reminder that deteriorates my state. In the end I agreed with him, weak that I am, I hate myself for being stupid.I brush my teeth; I will see Silvain today, I don't know with what eyes, but I must face him. I rinse my mouth, then clean up. Hurry that I do not want to use, maybe time is running out and I hurry. Summer is almost starting and I decide to wear a summer dress. It is one that I have had for a few years, I have preserved it well, it has a special value because mom gave it to me as a gift.Mom... how I wish to have her with me, to tell her what I have experienced, to give me the right advice...Sigh.I must do something before leaving, the need comes to a head; The booklet opens, after the page dated that Saturday in March, I write today's date. And I vent, it has always been a relief to download on pages what attacks me.Fri