Mary I kept alert during dinner, but nothing different happened. Am I becoming paranoid? Do I not know my father well enough anymore? " The most awaited time has come," Omar smiled as the plates were cleared away, "time for dessert.” I frowned as a Red Velvet cake was brought to the table by a waiter my father had hired for the evening. My surprise increased even more when he handed a cake knife with a spatula to Pyotr. " What's going on? " I stammered in confusion. " I thought it was clear that this is a celebratory dinner, Marianne," my father explained as if it were obvious. “Doesn't the cake tell you anything?” " That you've lost your mind and I can have you committed and take over the publishing company? " I tried. " What do I do with this? " My husband whispered to me. " I'm sorry to disappoint you dear, but my sanity is still intact," he smiled, "but it was a good guess.” " Can someone explain it to me? " I asked. " Don't look at me," Ian shrugged, "I've just been inv
MaryI was walking hurriedly toward the elevators of a large mirrored building on Madison Avenue. That was Navruz Publications, my father's publishing Company.It was my first day on the job and I didn't want to be late. I finally got in the elevator, I got my cell phone, breathing in relieved. It was three minutes to seven o'clock, I was going to be there in time.When my parents offered me this job, I got carried away, After all, that's why I graduated in journalism. But It wouldn't be easy just because I'm the heiress to the company, my mother insisted that I should learn the importance of hard work, and decided that I shouldn't start with a high position, but like any other recently graduated.That's how I ended up as personal assistant to Pyotr Rozanov, the editor-in-chief of the literary magazine Book Review.I kept thinking about how i'd give my office a more personal touch. Omar introduced me to the place last week, when I went to do the interview.Pyotr Rozanov seemed to be
MaryI grabbed my bag and went to get the coffee,following the corridors full of prying eyes towards me. I started hitting my feet impatiently while waiting for the elevator, thinking about what would wait for me from now on.Pyotr Rozanov, however, doesn't seem to be so bad. I meaning, Sometimes that Russian accent proves difficult to understand and he knows to be annoying, but he is still better than Stan Smith.Stan is the editor-in-chief of Politics magazine at Navruz Publications, he worked on the thirteenth floor and was a real pain in the ass.The last time I came back from college vacation, my dad decided I'd follow that week's development. I managed to get fired by Stan the first day without even being hired. If I had to work for him, it was possible that I'd give up my career."You know, that noise is very annoying” The blonde receptionist who was sitting at the table in front of the elevator commented."I'm sorry," I stopped."My name is Halley Dawson," she stood up and c
MaryI opened my eyes when I heard the ringing of my phone sound in the darkness of my room, the only light coming from the screen of the device.I swear this time I'm going to kill him."What do you want? " I murmured still drowsy, hearing the voice of the Russian sound natural.Doesn't he sleep?"Marianne, could you bring me a cappuccino with cinnamon tomorrow?"It's three o'clock in the morning, Peter," I growl," Couldn't you have waited to ask me that?”"I thought I'd wake you up too soon," he justified himself, making my exasperation rise.I sat on the bed, yawning."Peter, you woke me up now," I took a deep breath."But you can go back to sleep now," I felt a smile in your voice."I'll turn it off," I murmured."Good night, Marianne," he wished."You'll have a lot of whipped cream in your coffee tomorrow, Piatri," I've rolled my eyes."Please let's keep Peter," he scoffed before ending the callI threw my phone on the bedside table, falling on the bed again. It's been a year sin
Mary"So, how's the punishment going? "Halley's voice surprised me."I'm going to take the whipped cream out of his coffee," I sighed.“How did this happen? Where did all that determination to make him suffer go?” she laughed."I have to find another way to accomplish this," I suspected, "Any ideas?"What if you started calling him at dawn? " She suggested it as we returned."I'd rather sleep," I denied “Besides, I'm pretty sure he doesn't sleep.”" How about arranging a bizarre new way to pronounce Pyotr?” She smiled."He's gotten used to it," I bit my lower lip, stopping by the door leading to my living room, “I'll think of something by the end of the day.”I went back to Pyotr's office who was distracted reading a text I had separated for him. I walked up to his desk and grabbed the coffee cup, trying to take out all the whipped cream at once with the spoon."Let me leave, I will do it," the man raised his eyes toward me."Too late," I raised the spoon with the whipped cream and ca
MaryI followed her quietly to the table where my father and Paris were waiting for us. She was a columnist for Adweek, a popular business magazine. She got her job a short time ago and was already interviewing the Navruz family.Good for her!I've seen her walk around the building a few times, but I've never been interested in meeting her, or even interacting with her. She wore a neutral-colored outfit and had her blonde hair elegantly messy."There are the women of my life," Omar declared.He had changed clothes since he was in the office earlier, he wore a gray suit with white shirt and wine tie. A matching scarf with the tie and ruby cufflinks completed the look.Did he always need to dress like he was about to watch an opera?"Do you know Miss Thompson? "He gave me a kiss on the cheek and a quick kiss on my mother lips, before pulling the chair so she would sit down"Mrs. Navruz" Paris smiled, reaching out to my mother “Ms. Navruz.”"Call me Mary," I asked."I've already ordered
PyotrI was just finishing getting ready for work. I slept a little longer than usual and lost my time, which was not common to me. I took a black tie from the closet and rushed into the living room. Today would be an extremely busy day, it was a bad day to be late.I was about to leave the house when I remembered the papers I needed to take, with a thousand curses running through my mind, I went back to the room to pick them up, putting the tie and my briefcase on the couch. As soon as I had everything I needed, I left the house hoping it wasn't one of the days when Mary decides to be late for revenge for the early morning call.I followed the traffic of Manhattan, wishing, not for the first time, to live closer to the Publishing company. That town was hellish!Luckily the traffic wasn't as bad as it could be and half an hour later, I was parking in my parking space at Navruz Publications.I waited patiently for the elevator to go up to the twenty-fifth floor, wondering if Mary would
PyotrAbout an hour ago I got a call from Willian McAdams, a writer we had been trying to contact for an interview for some time. He had the afternoon off and would agree to meet with me to define some terms of the interview and dissemination of his new Novel.That left me with a little over fifty minutes to meet him at the restaurant he indicated.I looked for Mary and I couldn't find her.Shouldn't she be back from lunch by now?That's when I remembered that lunch would be with her parents. I had forgotten about it, and she could spend the rest of the day away.Well, he told me to treat you like an ordinary employee, didn't he?I picked up my phone while I was typing a message for Mary, hoping she'd respond. I went down to the garage and I was about to call her when she called me."Where are you? "I asked when answering"I'm sorry, my mother came and was in a hurry," Marianne shot to say, "I forgot to tell you I was leaving."It doesn't matter, where are you? "I got in the car, gett