2023-01-29 08:33:01Marc learned from a very young age that no one valued the passage of time as much as he did, except in job interviews and other formal appointments in which first impressions should be favorably covered. Few took punctuality into account, what interested them more was the absence of it, and sometimes not even that.
He had studied human behavior in detail like the best experimental scientist he was n't . In this way, he noticed a particularity that helped him form the most characteristic aspect of his personality. Who hasn't heard of the "elegantly late" excuse? Who had not once uttered that famous proverb that said: "good things are hard to come by"? It had been years since Marc, bearing in mind that lack of punctuality was valued much more than punctuality, appropriated tardiness to define himself. That's how he was known: as the man who was always late for appointments and who was expected because it was worth it. You could even say that he deserved double for the minutes he charged for his pretty face.
However, that day was special, not only because the hot city of Miami had woken up cloudy in mid”March, nor because he had to settle for a tie that did not suit him because he forgot to go to the laundry, but also because of the clock. .
Although Marc weighed the traffic among other variables why he was likely to show up a while later, he had arrived at his destination earlier. Not at the right time, but almost twenty minutes in advance. Marc could love that the whole world lost orbits because of his grace, but he wouldn't go around to kill time “and his entrance was epic” so he decided that Tuesday would be a great exception.
He took another look at the clock and went through the revolving door of the monumental building, one of many skyscrapers dedicated, for the most part, to telecommunications offices and other business associations. On the penultimate floor he would find one of the few law firms that competed with his.
Well, maybe that one of yours was an exaggeration. Neither he raised it nor had he been on the staff for much more than nine years, but everyone agreed that he was the face and the thinking mind behind the corporation. Just as his enemy was from the company he was working for, that asshole Caleb Moore who graduated with honors in his same year and dared to compete with him since they met the first time. The visible difference between the two was that the name of the latter shone on the letterhead with no other to overshadow it.
“ Lawyer’s firm , opposite Ambani & Moore SLP , and that while Marc had to pay homage to the one who was and believed to continue being his mentor, Caleb's ass rested in the management office.
He had nothing to envy him because they had the same power... Except that he managed it in the shadows, and he planned to demonstrate it in their reunion, a shoddy meeting to negotiate an agreement on behalf of the respective clients.
I'd be lying if I said he wasn't thrilled with the idea of going head”to”head with the big boss. Of course, he would deny it if they asked him; he tried to hide his interest under layers of premeditated arrogance. Even knowing that she could crush him with a single finger, as she had hundreds of times before, Moore was a match for her.
Marc was a dedicated winner, and he owed his victories to the mental agility he had inherited from one of his parents, to the help of other professionals and, of course, to his not very orthodox methods to get what he wanted. He was trying to get out of as many lawsuits as quickly as possible, which means he was there to settle quickly and fairly with Moore and then move on to other stories. For a lawyer, he hated trials, they bored him greatly, and what's more: he saw them as unnecessary. Turning to a third party to solve a problem between two did not sound like a resource that Marc would use. Moore was the other side of the coin. He enjoyed postponing litigation, studying for months and why not… winning it in the end.
There were people for everything, but Marc wasn't going to waste valuable months waiting for the resolution to be able to... encourage him and his client to do the opposite.
Unfortunately, he knew Moore wasn't bribable, and Marc didn't like calling himself the guy who corrupted his opponents either. Yes, it was practical, and he imagined that everyone had a price. And if it didn't, he was counting on Moore being smart enough not to get in his way. Especially when he already had a slight idea of what would await him if he challenged him.
Marc reached into his briefcase and showed the badge to the guard on duty who softened his brows when he read his name. She showed the respect that the boy who had been looking at her for a long time had forgotten, and who took advantage of the pause to throw himself on him. He was armed with a wad of card”sized cards, and the scuffed toecaps of his Converse indicated that he was nothing more than a teenager.
“Good morning sir. In case you need insurance.
Marc smiled politely and tucked the insurer's name into the outer pocket of his jacket. The boy blushed and lowered his head. What a cutie , he thought in the elevator. He punched number seventeen and stood between two business”dressed women, both of whom were noticeably nervous.
One of them had her bow shifted a little to the right, and the other had her blouse on inside out. They might be applying for the secretary position, judging by the scant lines on the résumé they held in their hands and the store”bought skirts bought at second sales. With the naked eye, he swore they would hire the one with the bow.
The elevator was about to close when a tiny hand got between the sensors. A slant”eyed girl slipped into the cubicle, surveyed the floorboards, and smiled guiltily.
"Sorry..." And God knows why he was apologizing. It's just that I'm late, I couldn't wait for the next one. Hello.
"Good morning," Marc greeted, glancing at him. He had a weakness for exotic women, but this one in particular amused him more than anything else. She wore ripped stockings and only one painted eye, and yet she faced the day with optimism. It intrigued him that she had freckles on her nose, contrary to the myth that Asian women had perfect skin. First day of work?
“Uh…” He glanced over his shoulder, just in case he was addressing someone else, “no, not really. I come to see my older sister. They have thrown a surprise party for him and he was going to give him his little gift. She lifted the bag from her elbow. I see we're all going to the penultimate floor. You have the face of a lawyer, I'm sure you work here or at least you know it. A few fingers shorter than me, much prettier...
“Are you sure about that? I see difficult.
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"Never thank me because I can always do better." And I'll always do better if you let me. Are you going to leave me? Lea smiled without wanting or being able to remedy her weakness. “In peace? Never. "That was what I wanted to hear." "What else could I tell you?" My life is much more beautiful when you are in it. What movie is that line from? Or is it from an Elton John song? “The second. "I think it's a good idea to move on to song choruses, because I wouldn't know how to respond to that if it wasn't with a Frankie Vallie…" She cupped her hands into a horn and yelled. I love you baby, and if it's quite all right, I need you baaaaaaby, to warm the lonely nights…! Lea silenced him by covering his mouth and giving him an elbow with the fit of laughter lurking. He defended himself by curling up in the seat, looking at her with merry eyes. His amused childish smile made her heart race. "I love you baby," she crooned
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Wentworth got up and set the potatoes aside. The only reason he'd do that was because he'd run out of them, so Jesse didn't try to dig into the bottom of the bag. "Do you want me to help you be spontaneous?" he repeated with special sarcasm. You're the one who always picks me up with women, Jesse, you don't need anyone to convince a woman to be with you. And less three guys who have cost much more than you. That one over there took twenty years, and they'll end up leaving your brother, so… I'm going for the humus. "You're going to be a seal," Marc insisted, his eyes following him. And why is he going to leave me? I got married so that doesn't happen. "Have you heard of divorce?" asked Wentworth wryly. “Yes, and I've also heard that I'm a very bastard lawyer. You will have no way to run from me if I defend myself in court. Moore shook her head. "I'll never understand how you can refer to her and your relationship in those terms and expe
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“ Merde. Sorry. She took off her belt and looked at him very seriously. Take advantage of the traffic light and let's change the site. I don't like to see you suffer. Jesse wanted to retort, but she was so sure of what she was up to that he had to give in. She was driving fine. So much so that he was not scared the only time he took him home, and not only because it was a short journey, but because he knew how to distract him and comply with all road safety regulations. So she walked around the car to switch places, taking the liberty of patting him on the ass as she passed. “Better? she asked, once she had buckled on the pilot's seatbelt. Jesse smiled and showed the hand he'd spanked her with. "Very much, don't you see the pixie dust?" She laughed. "Am I officially Tinker Bell?" "Only until you get tired of Peter Pan." "I doubt I'll get tired. It was my favorite cartoon movie. or so it says my father. S
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"Check it out with your own eyes." Jesse glared at her and stepped over the threshold without a second thought. She walked through the living room with her body tense, past the kitchen with a hurried step, and ended up heading to the bedroom. Before that, his attention was caught by the light on in the bathroom, the echo of a song by Huecco and a female voice humming it under his breath. Jesse stopped in front of the ajar door, her heart beating so fast. He took a deep breath and released the air He repeated it once. Other. And another… “That I've cut his hair, I haven't stuck the scissors in his trachea! Shan snapped from behind him. Jesse turned to glare at her resentfully. "And what do you think is worse?" She didn't wait for him to answer and pushed the door very slowly, covering her eyes with her hands. Slowly, as if she were in a horror movie and wasn't quite sure if she wanted to continue watching it, she spread her fing
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You even look your dog in the eye and you know what he misses because it is only a reflection of what you need: to be happy. And I'm always happy “he pointed out, extending his arms”, but you duplicate that illusion in such a way that you make me look like a sad man when I'm not with you. "I am aware of my shortcomings because I have seen them thanks to you," he continued. He stuck out his fingers to enumerate. Whim should not be the engine of movement, joking with everything is not always correct, decisions must be made calibrating the pros and cons, I have to be humble from time to time and, above all: I must accept the truth when I have it in front of me , especially when the truth loves me and I love her. "Seriously, I love you. I am in love with what we do. From playing I Spy after we cum, from philosophizing with porn, from chasing ice cream carts, from recreating movie dialogues. I miss your sucky kisses, your skirts cut with scissors and that y
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Jesse frowned. “What are you talking about? “Marc and I like to gamble. He said you'd never get over Victoria and I said you'd end up falling for another woman with the right little push. I was a couple of months late thinking about how to get together without it being noticed until the light went out on the web. Jesse's eyes narrowed. "Are you telling me that you gave me that brutal row knowing that I fell into your trap, when on top of that, surely, you made money? “Man, I had to give consistency to my alibi. If I didn't get angry you might be suspicious. Or not, he mused, you're not as smart as you think, but I needed to entertain myself somehow. “As for the money, he hasn't paid me yet. You have to start dating her to get paid. We have a second bet, which is that if you marry her, Marc will be paying me a monthly salary from my retirement until they bury me. "Don't fuck with me," he huffed, in shock.
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And he started walking rubbing his temple, which he felt was on the verge of sudden death. It always happened to him. He stopped before turning the corner to go by the photocopier, as if he had just remembered something important, and turned to face Marc, who was leaning against the wall, watching him. “I'm sorry about what I said to you on the phone,” Jesse added aloud. "Didn't you hear me?" You can't take someone seriously when they're angry,” he repeated, shrugging. And it's the least I deserve after fucking your shoulder. "I'll take off the bandage in a few days." Does that mean I have forty”eight hours to insult you and that it's justified? "I'll be all ears if you want to bash my ego." “Perfect. Marc half smiled. Then they went on their way without giving much importance to the matter. He passed the copy room. "…they called me, and I cheered up because I like you," she heard from outside. “Oscar, look, you
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They think we're back. "I considered it, I admit it." “The fact that? "Yes, I would be interested in winning you back." It's been years thinking that I would die for you. And I would. But what you tell me about the hostile uterus… I value my carrot too much to risk it. He received a blow to the shoulder. Ouch, right on the war wound. Seriously now... Do you think I look at you like I'm in love? Everyone says so. “I know how to differentiate your eyes of love from your eyes of a joker asshole, and the look of the former is no longer for me. “Well, girl, that's life. You traded me for a baby, now you put up with it. "I traded you for nothing." “No, you'll see that you're going to have a baby. You only needed my blessings: I bless you. Now go get your ass poked. Tori sighed and shook her head. He didn't say anything. leaned on the chest Jesse and closed her eyes. "I've regretted leaving you many times, you
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Kyoto leaned back at the end of the corridor. Jesse entered the copier room to hide from the onlookers and stood in front of her. He was so pissed off he could only be sad, and it didn't help that Lea conveyed something similar. "You don't have to go," he murmured, searching her eyes. If I have been abusing your trust and I have not even given you proper work, I am very sorry, but... She silenced him only by lifting her chin. "That's not what I want you to apologize for. Jesse shifted from one leg to the other and rested her hand on the copier, not knowing what to say. “I can't apologize for wanting to spend time with someone I care about. I can apologize for not realizing that I was displacing you. "Leave it, it doesn't matter." There is nothing more to say, we have already discussed everything a while ago. "Is that what you thought of as talking?" He shook his head. You haven't even let me explain myself well, and what I was
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