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Dear.. You are supposed to be dead at least five years ago.. Count well before
you come bugging me.. I told her directly my thoughts so she went mad and I
didn't know why, and didn't leave except when I called the security..
I stepped over the red carpet that covered the long hall leading to his office,
passing on my way by the grey walls with their pretending-to-be-original oil
paintings while I was sure they were just cheap copies from the originals..
Wasn't used to coming here often, because I wasn't the called-to-the-
manager's-office type..
I started preparing my defense to be ready when I enter.. I prepared and revised
every word to be said..
Should I tell him about her being a pain in the ass..? About her looking like an
old witch..? About her too much make-up that didn't go with her age at all and
made her even more provocative, besides her rude way of talking that made me
completely mad..?
Knocked on the door, then waited till I heard his voice coming from the inside
telling me to come in.. I took a deep breath as I reached for the handle and
turned the knob, getting ready for the next part of the play..
My feet sank in the fancy rug.. He was standing near the surveillance screens
that showed him everything in different parts of the casino.. Gamblers,
drunkards, people watching the running ball nervously, wishing it would stop
at the number they chose to take them to rich people rows, While others put
their hands in their pockets furiously, in a desperate attempt to try their luck
again, wishing they would win this time, while sweat ran heavily on their
foreheads, fearing loss again, and finally those who collect the money they just
won happily..