Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky     That packed up Vodka could be peace-offering or probably one ridicule after all the other I’ve been facing for these days.   I went to the couch anyway. I’m intrigued what could be the reason he had bothered after ghosting me for almost a month. I sat there further away from him. Keeping as much distance as possible. Luca kept doing his work, some charts he was reviewing. Having nothing I decided to take a look at his office.   It was rather big and spacious. With a glance, I could recognize the million dollars artworks on the wall that had my eyes gleaming. If only I could forge them then steal them then sale the in black market. Stolen from under Luca nose should be advertisement enough.   Everything in the office along with the great antiques told the man really had taste in what he kept around him. In art, wine, and people.

Svetlana Yulia  Kozlovsky The next day as I entered the office building, I stilled. There was stunned silence, a hush that ell with my presence. Not one of awe but it felt like to have stemmed off of bewilderment. Not like the one before that I’m used to observing. This silence was filled with shocks and contempt. After that moment murmuring and whispers broke out. Too many voices and hushed claims I could hardly make one from another. It was early in the morning and peers hung around in the reception area and lobby everyday. Gossip went around like piñata filling but it was charged with volumes. With my head held high above these duckling’s herd I trotted to my destination. Halfway to the elevator is when I heard: ‘Slut’ ‘Corporate climber’ ‘Slept her way up’ ‘Boss’s Whore’ ‘Driver’ ‘Branded clothes&

  When I reached my floor I was greeted by shocked looks that turned into hateful glares in an instant. The entire secretariat was shunned of voices. The atmosphere turned heavy to rival a funeral.   Which fast forward turned to hushed whispers, calling me names but ignoring their degration I walked forward with precise steps   'Why hasn’t she left yet, how dare she show up at all. This humiliation does not work for her?! What the hell is this woman made of?! We have to get her out of here. She is a characterless woman and we can't let this fire flare! What are is the upper management not investigating her? She’s a slut, she has to leave.'   I heard it all with my mind on auto drive.   While the others at secretariat station were slandering me, Mia stayed quiet and looked at me with pity. She didn’t look like an moron like Gina or Taziana, she looked like understood this office politics

Svetlana Yulia  Kozlovsky   I glared at the digital clock on my desk, willing it to run faster and as it struck 6:40, sliding my hand on my lap I disconnected the phones with my left hand and stood up. I slipped the mirror phone between two files.   Once successfully nestling the phone under the files I walked to Mia's table but she was sitting already on the desk.   As I neared the table, I slightly bent down to keep the file in the pile when I jutted my elbow out collided with the paperweight and some files to the edge, lucratively knocking them with the file and phone in my hand.   "Oh… Sorry, I didn't see that." I said that and Mia bent down to pick all the stuff. I saw Mia unsuspected keeping her phone back on the desk with all the other merchandise.   Having kept the phone and file back, I came back to my desk hiding a smirk of accomplishment

Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky   I took out the bottle of glycerin from my bag, tilted my head back, looked up at the gross ceiling that I hope had seen better days, and pulled down my lower eyelid to place the dropper directly over the eye rim and squeeze out 2 drops of glycerin.   I looked down and gently closed my eye for 1 minute. I then placed one finger at the corner of my eye near the nose and applied gentle pressure.   I could always spill real tears in my act but that was one hell of a tiring thing to do. So this glycerin will have to do.   I then took a deep breath and inspected my face in my hand mirror then decided to use a little blush-on to make my face look flustered.   Finally giving myself a last look, I stood up from the commode and got out of the booth and threw an accusatory glare at Tiziana and Gina.   Gina and Tiziana