Obsession Of The Billionaire

The line of the crowded establishment was going from the cashier to the fresh fruits sector, and it was very easy to hear customers grumble about the lack of speed of the employees. Because they really believed that working for 7 hours standing, in a heat characteristic of the imminence of summer "although we were still in November", in a crowded supermarket, and wearing fabric masks charges the mouth and nose in order to guard us from the very agglomeration that they themselves caused, in the face of a worldwide pandemic, was the simplest and easiest task in the world."Sometimes I think that working with the public should be a mandatory subject for character formation," squeaked Aidan, stretching his neck to talk to me, while packing a purchase. "People think we complain for no reason, but, seriously, who likes to be treated like a dog for seven hours every day? Worse than a dog, by the way, because mine is lying down and eating all day, while I spend all day with my eyes shaking wi

“ Tas... "He called Luciana, waking me up from the trance about the two handsome customers. "Laura is calling you.” Laura. Our terrible and terrible cashier inspector of the night shift. She was a bitter woman who always had a closed face, whose face always seemed frown in an expression of disgust and disgust. I was impressed that she was married to a policeman well known in the city for her good humor and kindness, virtues that her cruel wife had no idea what it would be like. It was common knowledge that they had been married for more than twenty years, and that they never had a child. No one knew yet if Laura couldn't, or didn't want to, but in the opinion of others " and I include myself in this ", it should be a deliverance not to have a mother of that kind. Laura always said that she considered her team of cashiers as her children, and the experience was too traumatic to think of a child being subjected to that. Nobody knew very well why she was like that. The few bags that co

“ Ahhh, you've arrived!”I stopped at the time of unlocking the door of my apartment and turned to the end of the corridor, where a slender and pink-haired figure in a Black Power style was standing, smiling at me. My head was so full of problems and worries, that for a moment I didn't recognize the person who called me, and this left her with a slightly annoyed expression on her delicate face and covered in shiny makeup."Good night, Pink," I told her, opening a tired smile while disassembling the bun in my hair. I kept the lace along with the hair clip inside the backpack, and fixed it again on my shoulders. Pink watched me in silence, with arched eyebrows. "Is it my impression or were you waiting for me to arrive for a long time?”" But of course I was waiting. Did you forget that we were going to have dinner together today?”Yes, I completely forgot. But I couldn't say. Of all the people in the world, Pink Summer "the stage name she used for her presentations" was the only one who

I laughed softly. One of the reasons for me to be very upset and want as far away from my family as possible was that fact. I had spent the New Year's Eve alone, crying. All because I didn't have many expectations of going out with friends, because I liked to drink, but not like them. I couldn't drink for a whole night and still wake up early to work. Even if the supermarket and office didn't work the day after the turn, I still worked on small secret projects at home. And I always preferred quiet and silence to having to find a crowd of people.However, before my relationship got even stranger with my sister, she asked me to spend the new year at her house, and I organized myself for that. I even had the trouble to buy a white dress just for the occasion. But, as on my birthday " which was a month before the new year" we had a fight, I didn't know I was automatically uninvited to celebrate the new year.I only realized that I would not pass with anyone when I sent a message to my sis

I said goodbye and managed to escape to my apartment before hearing the affective exaggeration that those two were. Saying that, I mean the popped kisses and the exchange of caresses without the slightest worry that they were not alone. It was a very beautiful love, and I admired them with all my heart. But at the same time, it worried me. He was the typical straight couple who knew each other since childhood and were together since adolescence, and society was never ready for any kind of genuine love. So I worried that something might happen to them. That someone could try to shake the strong relationship that the two had.Bia and Gildeon were my inspiration. The only friends who knew about my strong tendency to the literary world and who supported me tooth and nail. Gildeon even gave me legal advice when I mentioned that I was thinking of writing about a criminal without limits, in which I did my best to put all the details he gave me, even if the story was not read by more than a d