Michael tried to recollect his thoughts.
‘How was yesterday's dinner?’ He woke up on his own so it didn't end as he thought it would, rather he hoped it would.
Although… He could smell her perfume. An incredibly sensual and captivating composition of sandalwood, patchouli, cedar and some other specifics, the names of which he did not remember.
Once, delighted with her exceptionally delicate and elegant scent, he wanted to know their name and composition.
He spent half a day in the perfumery, sniffing all the perfumes, looking for the ones Alice used. In the end he succeeded, and he found the brand of a sensual fragrance the price of which was terrifying.
As long as he tormented the women selling there, those wanting to get rid of him as soon as possible, found him the official perfume composition.
Looking around, he found no signs of a woman in his bedroom.
Everything was in perfect order. His shoes, right next to t
Michael was glad that his friend would finally get to see how it felt paying his fines. The first ticket in Alex’ life!For a moment he forgot about the perfect order in the kitchen. He felt a wild satisfaction that his best friend, whom he treated like a son, would get his first ticket. ‘My blood.’ He thought.Maybe Alex was caught by one of the patrols, who stopped him regularly after a certain intersection, almost in the very center of the city, near their editorial office. Those road builders knew his crazy driving, especially the unconventional ways of parking.That patrol used to stop the journalist of their favorite magazine just at the sight of his car and asked for autographs and for him to stop leaving his car on lawns, promenades, flower beds, because they would have to give him a ticket again. They also knew Alex.One time, while giving him a ticket, the patrol asked also for autographs and who was his passenger. They asked i
Michael was unable to focus on his story; he couldn't gather his thoughts. He didn't know what to say to those kids sitting on his lap. He hugged them as best he could and sat silently. The little ones were also silent, holding him tightly.Soon their tutor found them. It turns out that the girl's name was Dominica but her brother, Alan, calls her Mika.The babysitter was surprised that the two, who recently came to an orphanage after a tragic car accident in which their parents died, showed any emotion towards a complete stranger. Until now, both the children had avoided even their peers.She didn’t want to believe that the kids got into his lap by themselves and they were not going to get off them voluntarily.The babysitter, however, was more interested in the journalist himself than in the fate of orphans who needed warmth and love. When she realized that a handsome man was not interested in her, she took the three of them to a Christmas tree to
Michael wished he had a sister. His sisters in law don't like him particularly. Besides, he didn't even remember the last time he saw them. It was good that at least he had contact with his eldest niece, but he regretted that it was only an email. From what he had read recently, it seemed that girls were brought up differently from boys. If he had a daughter, she would have to be tough as Alice for men to respect her. Yes, he would teach her how to deal with bad guys and bastards like himself. Unfortunately, he had no children. He was suffering. Only Alex remained. He wanted the best for him but in the last few months he was fathering him and mothering him. Thanks to his help, Michal paid off all his fines, which he got when the police patrol was changed behind the intersection. The new one didn’t want autographs anymore; they didn’t even know who he was. At first he had a problem in the new car with speed; he was pressing the gas pedal too ha
On Friday evening at about 8.40 pm, the chief editor came to his house, they talked, and they had dinner.‘Could Nicolas and Alex want to make him a part of some stupid joke? Impossible.’ He decided to explain everything immediately.He headed for Alice's office. On the way he met Nicolas.“Hi, Michael.” The boss greeted him first. “Are you going to see Alice?”“Hi! Yes, because of what?” He asked suspiciously.“Alice's not at work. She left and will be back early next month.” Nicolas announced in a calm and very serious tone.“Where did she go?” He asked incredulously, but Nicolas didn’t seem to hear it and continued talking.“We were waiting for you on Friday. We have an interesting idea for a new graphic design. Come to my office and I'll show you.”“Nicolas, what did you do on Friday night?” Michael finally wanted to know t
"When? What are you talking about?" Alex looked so confused at that moment as if he didn't understand the language his friend was speaking at all. "Friday! Do you remember Friday?" At all costs, Michael tried to control his emotions, keep his cool and calm. “You came to see me. But you didn't say you came to bring me with you.” "Dude! Speak clearly! What do you mean?" "Why didn't you explain why you came to my house?" "I wanted to check on what was more important than visiting Nicolas and working on a new project, and the poor Chinese food!" The mere mention of the nightmarish dinner prepared by the boss's wife made his face turn green as if he had just drunk at least a glass of freshly squeezed lemon juice. It's good that she left for work right after their arrival. They didn't have to eat her food because they would probably get sick. They ordered Chinese food instead. "More important?" Michael was starting to get nervous.
Alex was getting nervous with each increasing second. He was supposed to pacify not some villain there or a tipsy asshole looking for a tease, but his best friend. “I don't care who you're dating! Do you understand, Michael? I'm not spying on you!” “Well!” Slowly, Michael started to realize that he was behaving scandalously. “I had to know! Don’t you understand?” Seeing the wild gleam in Alex’ eyes, he knew that his friend was preparing to attack. He saw him many times during a fight, cheering him on at competitions. Looking at him straight in the eye, Michael was aware that he was going to end up on the floor at any moment, so he tried to justify his behavior, deep down hoping that his friend would not resort to such a drastic step. “I'm not a spy.” Alex repeated calmly. “I don't care about your shit life! Or what you do with it!” So speaking, with an agile, lightning movement, he twisted the stunned Michael's hand and pressed his
"I'll call the doctor." Alex decided and reached for the phone. “There's no need to.” Nicolas was agitated. “I'll be alright in a few minutes.” “Actually, what’s going on?” Alex asked. “Will you tell your friends what's wrong with you?” “You have no choice!” Michael echoed him. “I'm fine!” Nicolas wanted to get up but Michael was standing next to him, blocking his way. He was about to squeeze him into the chair like he did with Alex, but he stopped himself in time. "You're not going anywhere until you tell us what's going on!" He said flatly. “I'm fine! I am exhausted and I need to rest.” “You can talk bullshit, but not to us! We won’t buy it.” Michael didn’t let this explanation be dismissed. “Shut up, Michael! I'm fed up with your stupid statements and nonsense questions. Enough for one day!” Alex protested. “Go back to your office!” “I'm not going anywhere!” Muttered an outraged Michael. “Then
"Get up and leave." Michael said calmly. “From now on, you don't work here anymore!”“Fuck off, Michael.” Carl muttered, sipping his beer from the bottle. “Save the stupid jokes for another occasion.” Carl still thought that it was just another ’crazy act’ of his friend.“You're fired, you don't work here anymore! Do you understand?” Michael announced with great satisfaction. “Do I have to call the police to check how much you've already drunk?”Hearing this Carl felt completely confused. He didn't know what to do. Should he get up? Get out? Ignore Michael completely? Or maybe he is not joking?“Do you need my help to get up?” Michael didn’t give up.Carl, seeing that his friend was probably not joking, got up and calmly went to his work desk, i.e. to the reportage section, located next to the newsroom.Michael was right behind him.When Carl wan