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The red light came just as it was my turn to accelerate the car. Unfortunately, I had to wait a few more minutes before crossing the avenue and heading down the road to my hometown.I had finally gotten a weekend off. I was finally going to see my family after two months of not being able to visit them. In fact, Rachel had no choice but to release all staff because of a gas leak in the building's break room. If it weren't for the fireman repeating a thousand times that people were forbidden in, I bet the slut would still risk calling everyone to work normally.So for the first time in months, I had Friday, Saturday and Sunday free. It came just in time, as I couldn't stand the thought of being a few feet away from Ian's disturbing scent.After what happened at the front desk of our building, I didn't knock on his door demanding an apology, nor did I look him in the face when we bumped into each other on the stairs of the condo. Her behavior that evening was enough for me to understand

I'd been in that apartment before when Ian's asshole crushed my foot, but I couldn't get much of a look at the details because he had just moved in. Now, a while later, the place had personality.Despite little furniture, it was noticeable his taste for rustic furniture and for a rock band unknown to me. There were a few pictures on the walls of the room and a little wooden table that accommodated the bottles of drinks. Little moonlight came in through the dark curtain that stood on the window and the gray color of the wall that didn't help in that regard.— Angel Backer, wow!A red— haired girl greeted me with a friendly smile.— I'm Joyce, that's Carlos, from Mexico, Gus you met and the mess there is Lydia! — his forefinger pointed to each.— Hey, why am I Carlos from Mexico? You shitty xenophobes! — the guy in the kitchen yelled angrily.I smiled shyly as the rest of the staff laughed.— Shut up, Carlos! I don't care about him. — Gus replied. — Change that song, Lydi

— You look horrible!Louis saw me coming as soon as I entered the entrance hall of the building.— What hole did you dig yourself into, Angel? God!I showed my badge at the front desk as I listened to his thin voice.— How are you going to appear like that on television? She looks like a homeless woman! — Louis grimaced. — Is that milkshake on your shoe?I looked at my feet and saw drops of ice cream staining the black of the scarpan.— Damn!I pulled out some handkerchiefs that were on the front desk counter and tried to clean as much as I could.— Honey, I hope you're prepared to be swallowed alive!— We started walking towards the elevator when we were allowed to access the upstairs where the most important work took place.— On a scale of 01 to 10? — I questioned.— If 10 is an Amazonian jaguar four days without eating and 01 is a Siamese kitten, I think 10 is your answer.I cried.— Am I that bad?I tried to analyze myself in the metallic reflection of the ele

I tried to come up with a foolproof plan that would take me under my comfy sheets, on top of a soft bed and propped up on a pillow made of clouds, but the slowness that lay in my reasoning made my thoughts terribly difficult.I was just vegetating, sitting with my back resting on the wood of the door, my legs curled up against my chest, struggling not to sleep there.If Flora saw me in that state, she would surely make fun of me for at least three months straight. In his mind, I was the most withered and responsible person I knew. But I never was.My white dress already contained the dust of the building highlighted in some details. My heels were abandoned next to me and the bottle of alcohol was already too hot for me to keep drinking.I was in my building, in my neighborhood, in my city, in front of my apartment, but I felt completely lost.— Backer?Something echoed in the back of my head, where some remnants of consciousness still stood firm.— Backer, what happened?When a sh