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
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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
Michael was tormented by his remorse. He wondered what would happen to Nicolas' health; he was also worrying about Carl and his family. His wife didn’t work, they also have small children. Maybe he should help him, call one of his friends to ask him to do something.‘I'm a wimp!’ He thought after a moment. ‘The fool didn't care at all, he didn't care about anything. Should I care about him?’To be fair to himself, he decided that if Carl didn’t find a new job within a month, he would call his friend who offered him a place at a public relations agency. He will surely find something for Carl.They wouldn’t indulge him there, much less let him hang around, but he could be sure that no one would hurt him there.Fortunately, he had so much work to do that he didn't think about Alice or what happened on Friday night, or the brawl with Alex this morning and then with Nicolas.At this point, the most important thi
It's good that she didn't want to boil eggs or fry bacon for him, because the house would have blown up. That chick cost him dearly.He would long remember her red fingernails and the idiotic expression on her face when he entered the kitchen full of white, thick, suffocating smoke, and Adria, dressed in his favorite blue shirt, was running around the table like crazy, looking for a fire extinguisher.It was a pity that her ‘bird brain’ had not burned down. The only positive aspect of knowing her is that he now knows that all those who have these claws have no idea about life.The meaning of their lives is the search for a rich sponsor. As limited as Olga was, she fortunately had little more gray cells in her tiny brain than Adria.Olga… He remembered her perfectly as an exceptionally beautiful lady with a shapely body and heavenly long legs. A brunette with a dark complexion and a charming smile.Wanting to please him, she almos
“Young man, where are your manners?” Nicolas asked, amused to see Alex soiled with sauce. “It would be good to start eating with everyone.”“Excuse me! I haven't eaten anything… since this morning…” He explained in confusion. “I really haven't eaten anything since breakfast.”“I understand, starveling. You are always hungry.” Michael laughed; he had seen a similar picture more than once."Sorry, I'm really hungry." Alex said, swallowing the mouthful.“As usual, nothing new to me. By the way, who called? You said someone called you.”“You won’t believe it, man.” He made a very serious face. “Carl, in person.”“What did that asshole want from you?”“What do you think?” Alex said sneeringly. "Do you know any reason why that cocky, bloated buffoon would call me?"“Friends, let's not talk