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While my low-heeled shoes screamed at every step through the polished floor, I noticed that I was attracting glances for each little one "and I need to say: very talkative "group of men. It was not easy to find someone who was not almost old or with gray hair lurking on their heads. Dad was one of the only ones who did not suffer from the exhausting effect of time, and the dark hair resisted like coal in a newly lit fire.The men tilted their heads lightly in a gesture of greeting and smiled, but those smiles were never genuine. Gabby instructed me about that kind of inconvenience. The more money a man has, the more he believes he can have the woman he wants, regardless of his age.It reminded me of someone else instantly.However, almost reaching the exit, in a passage with pilasters facing the horizon, a man with an appearance of just over thirty years stopped me.“Suzane Johnson? “He asked.I wasn't afraid. Right out there were security men walking from side to side, and my father
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I had no idea what I was asking, but I just let the words form."Are you referring to a ghost company? “He questioned.“No. A company that may be being used for the sale of illegal things.”Anthony retreated from the balustrade, arching his thick eyebrows."Use the name of a company to have free import and export access. Is that what you mean? "I shrugged, but Anthony must have seen that I was more interested than I let it show. He made a gesture with his head. “Well... This would not only lead a company to bankruptcy, but would also lead its president and investors to provide clarification before the courts. If the veracity of the complaint were proven, the actions would fall absurdly, and anyone could buy them.”Without being invited, some nightmares ran through my mind like a breath from my unconscious. Jonathan's face. The sound of disconnected voices. A vaguely familiar face. The name of the company that Jonathan would inherit, Maxwell Enterprises, being repeated through a multit
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“Is this the end you expected? "Questioned Jonathan in a tired voice and devoid of heat. “Are you satisfied, Suzy?”Between us there was a distance of approximately ten steps, whose vacuum was filled by the flow of salt air that came from the waters below us. We were over the bridge of a winding river, in which its turbid and treacherous waters formed small invisible whirls on its serene surface, swirls that met the water of a distant sea.A deadly beauty, by the way, since the waters of a deep cyan were so coldly calm that one could look for as long as it was without feeling any vertigo or sign that a fall would hardly end well."It's a beginning," I said, casting the shortest of glances at him.I never imagined that extreme suffering could change even the most basic physiognomy of a person until I see the sequelae with my own eyes.The dark and deep iris eyes that one day induced me to immerse myself in Jonathan's problems were no longer the same. I didn't have to wait for him to re
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"Shouldn't you be inside? "I asked, subtly moving away from the concrete balustrade of the bridge. Jonathan had approached without me noticing. "As far as I know, there is still time for the end of your father's trial.”"There's nothing I can do for him now. It is obvious that he will lose the cause. The less involve the other family members, the better.”The cold morning wind sighed between us, and an unpleasant acrid smell of pus hit me. I looked at Jonathan's gloved hand, and noticed that he was massaging the wrinkled skin underneath. Frowning my nose, I moved away a little further, the smell seemed to chase me."It's a shame that all this is happening this way.”Jonathan raised his head and did his best to keep his eyes at the same height as mine. A thin yellowish crust surrounded the sides of the swelling, a constant alert of eye inflammation. In addition to the physical brand, I wondered if he was feeling as emotionally broken as I felt.“What is your real plan, Suzane?”"I don'
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I tried to laugh with irony, but Jonathan was giving me back that feeling of inferiority that I hated, and I was barely able to smile with a soft mockery. He was staggering as he held me, had no balance even to maintain himself, and yet he kept threatening, oppressing, assaulting..."The real problem is that you are not a God and you can't control anyone's life," I pulled my arm with a jerk, and he tripped back. "You are dirty, impure, and have a soul as disgusting as your damn burned hand. What is yours is in jail, Jonathan, and I hope from the bottom of my heart that very soon you will get it.”I swirled and walked away, leaving Jonathan slightly leaning against the bridge parapet, but the traffic was chaotic and trying to cross away from a crosswalk forced me to walk almost the entire length of the bridge, waiting for a loophole to the other side. The security guard was willing to draw the attention of the drivers so that we could cross, there were only a few steps left for me to b
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"Welcome, president," said Anthony, opening the door to my new and spacious office.Ten years after Jonathan's death, I still didn't know how to act naturally in the face of a surprise. Anthony Blackmore was one of the only members within Maxwell Enterprises in which I placed all my trust, and even he, an executive with extensive experience in the field, never sketched more than the necessary sympathy within the work environment, so it made me relax my tense muscles and enter the room.It was Anthony my main tutor, and the one who helped me with everything he could before I graduated and graduated in as many colleges as they were enough to run a company on my own.Buying the shares through an intermediary was the easiest part. I didn't want to give Jon the chance to give up the sale when he knew who was most interested in the purchase. It took five years for the company to fail in fact, unable to sustain the weight of the processes and pending judicial issues of its president, and I h
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The windows overlooking the center flickered the afternoon sun into the room, reflecting on some photographs that decorated the table."Jon has not yet removed all the belongings," I grumbled, laying each of the picture frames that were on the table so that he did not see any photos."I'm going to ask his assistant to take care of it immediately," Anthony warned, promptly standing up.I didn't really like the feeling of kicking out Jon, but it wasn't comfortable looking at images from the past and not remembering my own past. There was a stain that I preferred to hide, since I could not clean it completely, and I avoided with dedication every trigger that could awaken it."He looked so beautiful in this photo," sighed Penelope, nostalgic."I know he's your father, Pen, but I really doubt that one day he was really beautiful," I played, settling in the huge chair. It was uncomfortable for my size, almost as if I were going to swallow myself if I stayed in the same position for too long
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Raising one of my hands to move away the hair that flows before my face, I grab my fingers closed in a fist that lightly touch one of my cheeks and take a step back. They are seconds of vertigo, a breath of time, but forgotten years that return to me at once."Did you remember anything, love?”It requires all my effort to act coherently and not fall on my trembling knees, because Jonathan Maxwell's vision brought from the dead does not rescue me from the veils of flashbacks and memories that I fought very hard to be kept in the past. Today I see that ignoring my hauntings never ceased to be a lost battle.Between containing the knots that form inside my stomach and dealing with fifteen years of memories trying to fit back into the gaps in my head, I lack space to say something intelligent. What forms between my lips is:"Why are you still alive?”Jonathan's face darkens a little. Especially because he decides to take an extra step towards me and this makes him escape from the range of
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