An Irresistible Widower

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his thing and it is empty. I hate elevators! There are always people talking shit. I have a friend who always says: "Jack, stop being silly

ew York. I keep thinking... if his company couldn't have two floors at most... He couldn't have a company

n my back lightly so that no one notices that I am carrying a gun. It is embarrassing enough to walk through the lobby and the alarms go off because of the metal detecto

s a slut, I don't know how he could have hired her. In my opinion, he can only have some problem hiring a wo

dog Barbie looks me up and down, as if

ent, is busy and will not

her, who, in turn, imagines that I am one more who has gone out with him. Who does she think she

ptista is here and, for your information, I d

ou. I will make an appointment with him for next week. November 3rd, at 9

my cell phone, call the number of my

hat son of a bitch can be s

iro? - I ask, knowi

he ans

cretary that I don't need an appointment to talk to you," I say all th

e human beast continues to

ask. - Thank you

, my love. - he says

t, using that tone with me, Ra

o his living room. As always, a cat. The good thing about being friends is that we never had any interest in being toget

- he says in an amused tone. And I ju

e such an idio

ve me,"

ng! You really thi

and he knows it, because I am not one to show it and easily tell the four winds what

omes here to the office, you can let

ght she was just one of the girls who come here to see you.

and. Please, Cristina, put yourself in your plac

eplied Cristina

to Miss Baptista and I don't want

ro," Cristina answers with

me, "and you, Miss Troublema

salute him and