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A warm sun's rays stroked the sky, making for a beautiful morning.
Anna buys two newspapers and continues her walk, looking for a quiet place. He sat on a park bench. Nothing. Waiter Helper, Waitress, Caretaker. Nothing to interest her.
Something was brewing in the air, and Anna got up to investigate. She rounded a corner and saw a small crowd gathered on the other side of the street. An older man was telling a story to those who were listening. The man's report spoke of bravery, justice, and honor. He was an old, wrinkled, gray man, but his spirit was vibrant, and his eyes twinkled. As the story ended, the man noticed Anna standing there. He smiled and said, "That's my story. Have you ever heard of a tale that so moved your heart?" Anna shook her head in amazement, and the old man said, "Then it is my honor to share it with you." Anna thanked the man for his remarkable story and walked away with a lightness in her step.
Anna knew something was going to happen; she walked thoughtfully. To be calm or worried?
She looked at the license plate of a parked car and smiled. She turned to face the enormous structure on his right. She went to the porter through the front door and inquired who owned the automobile.
"It's director Jose Romero's automobile," he replied pleasantly.
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"You're a cutie. You must know that I always pay my debts. Where is Romero's office?" Anna asked him again.214Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡq6aN8ytko5
"The first floor and to the right, encircle."
Anna throws an imaginary strand of hair down her back, enters the hotel, breathes in the luxury of floating around, climbs a floor, and enters the most imposing door. The secretary raised her eyebrows and asked her, annoyed, what she wanted.
"I am an old acquaintance of Mr. Romero, and I have something to communicate with him. Anna Willis is my name," she said in a firm voice.
The secretary returned after a short time and invited her inside with a formal hand gesture.
Anna entered, closed the door, strode into the generous interior of the room, stopped at the desk, and paused without saying anything. Romero was a middle-aged man, short, fat, and sweaty—drunk face. A peasant became a director through who knows what irony of fate.
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"Yes, Mr. Romero, we have known each other since last night. You were in the car, and I was with an umbrella. There was another friend with me. He couldn't come here because he hit his head on the curb. And then he almost drowns in a ten-centimeter-deep puddle. And you, instead of checking his condition, you chose to run away from the accident scene."
Romero blushed. His drunken eyes widened, and his lips began to quiver.
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"As any man with a broken leg and head would feel. "He is also eager to sue you and seek damages from a drunk driver," the lightning-fast response said.
Romero thought for a moment, his hands shaking violently; he barely lit a cigarette. He was about to make a rebuttal when his mind went blank. He had never been in this situation before and could not find words.
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"I heard you need a specialist in economic analysis, recording, processing, and data interpretation. A capable and reliable person, an employee you can rely upon up. Please take a piece of paper and make me an offer I can't refuse," said Anna, syllabifying the last words between two friendly smiles.
Call the boys to get rid of the whore? He could use her. He wouldn't hurt a reliable woman. Very beautiful. And very smart. For a moment, the rictus of sick pleasure reappeared on his face. He looked at her feet for a long time. Then to the breasts. What a woman! It only happened to me. And that's because I deserve it. As the great philosopher said, only the smart get lucky. To the smart and strong, I would add.
He took an employment contract and began to fill it out. Stamp it. He stood with the paper in hand, walked to the door, locked it, went up behind Anna, and placed the contract on the desk before her.
Anna could feel his breath on her shoulder and knew what would happen. He wanted to teach this brat a lesson, but he controlled himself. It can kill him in seconds. He controlled himself. She has to climb the corpse to the top of the hotel. He looked at Romero's director's chair and smiled.
"Mrs. Anna, please look carefully at the amount I am offering, fill in your details, and sign. Initially, you will briefly work at the hotel reception; then, I will move you to an office shortly. Considering the amount offered, we must get to know each other better. Only after that will I sign it myself."
Romero grabbed her brutally and bent her over the desk. He lifted her dress at the back, tore off her panties, and entered her, moving uncontrollably.
He took his place in the chair, breathing loudly, grabbed a pen, and signed the contract.
Anna quickly arranged herself, taking her time, barely restraining herself from throwing up. Read the contract very carefully. She signed it, folded it, and put it in her purse.
Anna briefly looked directly into Romero's eyes and slapped him as hard as possible. Then one more. And one more thing.
"This is the last time this has happened. You will never get to do that again without my permission. Do you understand Mr. Romero?" Anna hissed.
"I understand," he answered in a subdued voice, shocked by this threat he had not expected.
"Mr. Romero, now that we have agreed on this, I see that you are a man with whom it is possible to talk. I want a room inside the hotel to be more connected to my job. And if I'm still going to live here, I wouldn't want to have to go out to eat. I don't know where. Anyway, my friend forgot about last night's accident. So do I. Which accident? What do you think?"
"You will be satisfied, said Romero." He was still thinking about the slaps he received, especially this woman's look. It was as if his heart had stopped. It was as if death itself had stared at him.
"Today, you can bring your things, settle down, get comfortable, and start working tomorrow. Ask Gloria everything you want to know."
"Goodbye, Mr. Romero. I'm glad to have met you." Anna held out her hand elegantly.
Romero kissed Anna's hand without saying anything.
Because of her ruined clothes, the secretary welcomes her with jealousy. It appeared to be sperm. She climbed to her feet and marched inside Romero's office. Screams from a lady, two or three damaged glass items.
Anna left the room. She went to the bathroom, threw up, cried, and screamed. She splashed cold water on her face and fixed her hair.
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