5

I arrived yesterday from work at 5:40 pm, even though my shift ended at 4:30 pm. Thiago told me that it is common for the administrative department to stay late in some movement seasons, as we set goals for what needs to be done on the day and we stay there until the mission is finished, besides there is a lot of paperwork accumulated.

Obviously I asked him what caused this shortage of staff, he confessed that he was also new and had only been in the company for 3 months. He said that during that time newcomers arrived but soon left.

"They didn't resist for a long time during the adaptation period, some even had determination and lived a little longer. Those who didn't give up were kicked out for incompetence or unprofessionalism" - He told me during our lunch

I was really scared, I'm in an adaptation period, 15 days of vigilance and performance monitoring.

It also alerted me to the twins, Sthefany and Esther, who like to tease newbies and make their lives hell if you try to talk back to them. Asked me to stay away from both of them.

I always avoid confusion, being wrong or right I apologize for the inconvenience and walk away. But also, she didn't live socially with people, she was withdrawn and silent in company and otherwise she was alone. I was afraid of hurting others, I was quite unstable as a werewolf so I was alone meditating to calm myself down.

One of these days I found an injured wolf asking for help in the forest, I refrained from approaching, I was quite afraid of wolves since I was 9 years old, but I saw and felt her fear and sadness. She was like me, a girl with internal scars, different but just as painful. It was Miley, a 15 year old girl. I took care of her like a little sister, I was already 18 so I was legally allowed to take care of her. But after everything I've seen and lived, what did it matter to live legally?

Past stays in the past. New land, new people, new life.

I was already getting dressed for the second day of work with a burgundy dress that looked more like a set, with the top simulating a loose blouse with v-neck and long sleeves, where they were open from the shoulders to the beginning of the biceps, which it made a little fold not showing where the beginning of the pencil style skirt with a lace over it was. A black heel with a closed toe and a bag in the same color completed the look.

Makeup is the same as I always use: mascara and black eyeliner to highlight my light brown eyes, a powder just to add shine and a brownish lipstick. I usually change the lipstick depending on the outfit but it's always a dark earthy tone, sometimes leaning towards red.

I have the habit, tic or mania of when I'm nervous, embarrassed or stressed to contract or even bite my lips hard, then I always get a swollen and red mouth. That's why I prefer earthy tones so as not to make it obvious.

After a while I arrive at the company, sigh seeing all that movement. I see a girl leaving with a box in her hands and crying silently and another also with a box in her hands but angry calling someone.

Were they fired? Probably.

I step into the elevator and feel dizzy as it starts to rise, I begin to feel claustrophobic as images begin to squirm in that steel box. I huddle in the corner and wait my walk seeking guidance.

When the steel box stopped and I saw the "10" indicating my floor, I walked unsteadily until I got out. I started walking with my eyes closed trying to breathe better to ease my head and the feeling of suffocation, until I bumped into something very hard.

Or maybe I'm just too light and weak.

I was held firmly by a strong, large arm. Due to the sudden impact, I felt my body shut down for a second, making the person who was holding me take me to him so that my body wouldn't fall.

I stayed like that for long seconds, not because I was weak, or at least not only, but because I hadn't felt safe and protected like this for years. It was good in that body. I felt her arm use more strength in her grip and that just made me want to stay there even more listening to her heart, that's what calmed me down.

I feel her hand caress my head and then pull it back so her owner can see me properly.

It would be a lie if I said I wasn't frustrated.

- Are you well? - I heard his low and hoarse voice close to my face as if he wanted only me to hear - What are you feeling? -She continued, noticing that I didn't open my eyes at any time.

Inhaling slowly and then exhaling, I end up smelling its woody smell with a touch of, daisies? I ignore it and repeat my breathing again to finally manage to open my eyes.

I blush violently when I notice that there was a considerable audience watching me, I take courage and look into the eyes of the one who held me. He looked at me curious and worried, letting go of me little by little as he returned to orbit.

Those emeralds lacked luster and concealed something. His gaze sent me shiver and pity. Who will he be?

I stop my ravages when Thiago approaches, holding my face in his hands.

- Are you well? What happened? Are you in pain? - I see your concern for me, I'm even happy for the affection you've given me in such a short time.

- Oh yes. It was just a strong dizziness - I shrug trying to continue on my way, I've drawn too much attention.

The big man who helped me looks irritated and angry, I must have been a big nuisance. I think about asking his name and apologizing but he's faster.

- Miss?

- Annie, Annie Collins

- Collins, if you wake up feeling sick, you shouldn't come to the company. I should stay at home and report the discomfort to HR, I don't like my employees with low performance - He says stiff and thick.

I chorus and lower my head in agreement.

- Sorry, I wasn't bad before I left the house. I'm better and I'm going to continue with my services - I say still with my head down - And thank you for holding me, I appreciate the gesture.

I lift my head just to say thank you but he looks me from head to toe and walks forward towards the elevator passing me like that.

- Félix, summary of the week on my desk for now.

- Yes, sir. Montenegro - Thiago nods.

I turn slowly, scared, to Thiago and try to appear calm.

- It wasn't at the CEO that I just almost passed out, was it?- I ask with my eyes closed trying to breathe slowly.

Thiago remains mute confirming my question and I dedicate myself to feign forgetfulness and work as if nothing had happened.

I spend a while working until I notice people walking back and forth agitated and I go to see what's going on.

When Rebecca was about to leave to notify me that there had been a data transmission failure between the statistical sector, accounting and coordination, some document went offline.

- Mr. Montenegro set up an investigative team to see which computer was last to receive and send the file. The person responsible for this will be in a lot of trouble - He says, shaking his head with his eyes closed - and the CEO is calling all the newcomers for him to interview - He says and I get scared.

- He can't take my job, right!? I have a contract with the company - I say nervously.

- I heard what happened earlier, it's the gossip of the week for sure. And yes, he owns it, if he decides to break his contract he can take the consequences or being the devil master can make you give up and cancel. - He says simply and with a forced smile.

I did not like her.

Soon he left and I took my personal belongings and went to the top floor.

I was meditating on the way repeating "everything will be fine" to let go of my nervousness.

I got there and saw about 7 people sitting and standing. I sigh and stand in a corner waiting. After minutes I see the door open and a girl come out with her head down and I see him behind, he faces me and then calls another, and another, and another, I was the last one to be called.

What awaits me?

I entered his room nervously, he closes the door and walks past me towards the table.

Finally I faced him and I could see what he was like. He had messy black hair, a square jaw with stubble, and colorless green eyes, they were serious and tired with something else in the background, as if he had some internal pain, he looked like he hadn't slept in days, big dark circles were under his eyes. your eyes. I wanted to somehow console him.

But there was still superiority in that look at me, and his posture wouldn't lag behind.

He went and sat in his chair and I didn't even dare to sit in front of him, I stood waiting for an order or question but I noticed his room. Its decoration was based on the colors of dark and burnt brick, black and some white things to highlight. There was a large panel of burnt bricks (not really burnt, just the paint) with an electric fireplace, the furniture was dark wood and upholstered in leather, the back wall was glass giving a beautiful view and making the environment more open and comfortable.

I was amazed.

- So Ms. Collins is a novice. Really you are the one that stood out the most this week. - He says seriously looking at the table

- Err, I only started working yesterday - I say nervous and scared correcting him.

He stops fiddling with the computer he started typing and says

- So I don't even need to consult the performance that wasn't committed - He says and starts messing with sheets that were on the table - but not the curriculum. And I was referring to what happened on the tenth floor. - Speak and I blush

Great way to meet the boss, I don't even know where to stick my face. My lipstick is definitely worn down from how much I've squeezed them since I bumped into him.

- Your record is not so impressive because it is your first job and not an internship, but you stood out in the recruitment tests. - He says and I nod his head down right away.

I don't want to stare at him directly so he doesn't think I'm confronting him. I see out of the corner of his eye as he gets up and comes towards me.

Holy crap

- Without data, it is not possible to analyze your competence, but I did not see in your file that there are health problems, so either you omitted this fact or you did not eat or you are eating right, which is a great incompetence on your part. I don't like people who come to the building to feel sick. - He says irritated.

Looks like I planned this right.

- No, I don't have health problems, I didn't omit. And I had breakfast early in the morning, I just felt sick when I got on the elevator, I felt claustrophobic - I distorted the story a little bit.

I never went to the doctor to find out for sure if I had something but I have lycanthropic DNA so I have an almost perfect immune system. Almost...

We can get sick from contact traumas that affect an organ and there are physical deficiencies only if the mother adheres to some drug while pregnant, modifying our DNA or as a child, before the transformation, with an accident. Some really strong organisms, at risk for humanity as an example, can weaken us but nothing serious, some medicine or rest is the solution. For these reasons, I am not concerned about having health insurance.

Mr. Montenegro looked at me passively and handed me some documents

- Read, do you recognize this cited document? - I read and deny - Do you have any involvement or knowledge about the disappearance of record 7 from agency 0317 this month? - Asking me in detail.

I denied it quickly with a bit of curiosity and doubt. Is the report Rebecca informed me the missing one? Why did he say record? It would make more sense to be a record because of that uproar.

The record of something only contains data, outputs or inputs of assets and expenses. Reports contain a short analysis and description of what happened in a situation or with an asset. Loss of reports would cause expense and effort but loss of records would cause cracks or holes distorting information and analysis.

He sighed, I don't know why, maybe tired.

- You are released, at the end of your adaptation period I will check your performance level. - Looks at the clock and continues - You can go to lunch and go back to work.

I check my watch and see it's 1:11 pm, I couldn't get to lunch in 9 minutes.

- I already missed my break time

- You can go and arrive before the end of the last group. If your supervisor questions it, you can say that I allowed it and confirm with me

I thank him and he extends his hand towards the door and we walk there with my head down. He comes behind me and grabs my waist pulling me to the side to open the door, I was surprised and blushed at this attitude. As soon as she opened the door and one of the twins appeared in front of her as if she were going to knock, her expression was one of surprise and when she saw his hand on my waist it changed to irritated.

Holy shit, she's going to think bullshit.

- Even Mr. Montenegro - I say and I walk making her hand loose from my waist - Good afternoon and excuse me - I tell the girl to get out of there soon.

I feel gazes burn my back but I ignore it and enter the elevator, I keep my back to me pretending to see myself in the mirror that was there and I press the button for the ground floor for the doors to close.

I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding as the elevator starts to descend.

I will be watched not only by the supervisor of the administrative department but also by the CEO.

I try a lot harder after that fact.

I'm on my way to the restaurant I went to with Thiago yesterday. I'm going alone because he's probably already had lunch, I'm going to take advantage of this and go to the pharmacy to buy medicine for headaches, nausea, heartburn and dizziness and leave everything in my bag as a precaution.

No more squeezes and monkeys.

I can also have a spare outfit stored in my purse or in my little room as prevention too. I'm going to master or dirty my clothes someday there.

No more squeezes and monkeys.