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Sociopath in Love 8
My throat was sore. Just the day before, she swallowed a cactus densely strewn with sharp needles that mercilessly tore the entire delicate mucous membrane of the pharynx. And all attempts to accumulate saliva in order to at least a little moisten and drown out the bad sensations were in vain. Even the stiff tongue did not want to move.She rose from the bed, sleepily looking at the unfamiliar surroundings around her. And with quiet, apathetic discontent, she remembered where she was and how she got here. Now the only question troubling her was: where to get water?After searching through the bedside tables and the empty mini-fridge on the windowsill, Leah went to the phone hanging on the wall. Next to it, on a large A4 sheet, was a printed table with the subtitle: “Daily routine.”The very first point: “8:00 – Wake up” made me wince. For her, waking up so early is an unearthly torment. And for several months it will seem like hell. However, the line with breakfast appeared only an ho
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"Jerk. I take back my words so that you choke.”Taking a napkin, Leah removed the stuck rice from her face and defiantly moved to the edge of the table. I was able to force myself to stuff only a vegetable salad into myself: after what I saw, I had absolutely no appetite left. Her would-be savior also chomped irritatingly under her ear.She stood up, silently watching as the guy, having come to his senses, stole a plate with a cutlet from her tray, and then headed to the point for returning dirty dishes.“Are there any restrictions on the number of dishes taken? Although, most likely, this is some kind of quirk of his. It’s not for nothing that the sanatorium has a psychiatric orientation, everyone here, one way or another, is out of sorts,” before reaching the door, Leah stopped near the window and, slightly pushing back the tulle, looked out into the street.Just after passing the gate, two people walked along the road leading to the main entrance, shoulder to shoulder.She immediat
Sociopath in Love 9
Almost eight years have passed. Annalia graduated from university and got a job in the office of a large restaurant chain as a lawyer's secretary. And while she worked under the guidance of a close relative, her life proceeded quietly and peacefully. But no happiness lasts forever, and a light streak is certainly followed by a dark one. Their company is taken over by a conglomerate. And with a change of leadership comes new orders. Before Annalia could blink an eye, she had already become the personal assistant of the executive director - a young and handsome man who clearly intended to turn her life inside out.Large flakes of snow fell on the windshield. They were picked up by brushes that swept away everything in their path, swinging rhythmically like the pendulum of a metronome. And in the warm light of the street lamps, the snowflakes stretched out into shimmering ribbons and gradually fell to the ground like a motley tulle that dissolved upon touching the stone tiles turning bla
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She filled her palms with ice water, pressed them to her face and froze. A pleasant coolness slid from the temples along the spine to the bare shins, covered with goose bumps. Nothing invigorated her in the morning like a contrast shower, but she didn’t have the time or energy for it today. And the day was already long and terribly tiring.Opening the door of the wall cabinet, Annelle took out a container with colored lenses and, with a movement perfected to the point of automaticity, placed one on the eyeball. She blinked her eyes and looked appraisingly at her reflection. From the other side of the mirror, a shaggy-haired maiden with sky-blue eyes, which wonderfully set off the purple circles under them, looked at her.However, for a person who had slept only two hours in the last 24 hours, she still looked good. Just think, the face is sallow in color and the look is drowsy, which has never happened to anyone. Small details that can be easily covered by makeup.It took her half an
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Apart from difficulties on the personal front, she was completely satisfied with her current life. Since her immediate boss was a close relative, she did not have to fend off harassment from management and even hide the affairs typical of many directors, thanks to her uncle’s respectable and loyal character. A salary of a tidy sum allowed her not only to live on her own in a rented apartment, but also to treat herself from time to time with expensive branded items, and put some of it into a savings account.And there seemed to be no signs of trouble, life flowed at a measured pace. Suddenly, thunder rumbled out of the clear sky and bad news loomed on the horizon.- Uncle, you realize that the longer you are silent, the more nervous I get? — Annelle asked excitedly, squeezing the glass sides of the ice bottle in her fingers.“Then I won’t beat around the bush,” he smiled sadly. He took a symbolic sip of tonic, which he barely moistened his throat with, and casually threw out just three
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The wind ruffled her loose hair as Annelle stood in front of a glass forty-story building with an empty coffee glass, her head raised to the sky. The blinding rays of the dawn sun slid across the mirror-like surface, now peeking out and now hiding behind heavy cumulus clouds. They either illuminated the silhouette of the building, immersing it in an aura of brilliance and chic, or returned it to gray and dull everyday life. And this play of light looked like a visual demonstration of ups and downs, just like in her life, in which another eclipse occurred.Starting today, major changes awaited the employees of their company. The group responsible for the reorganization should show up in the first half of the day. The performance of all departments without exception will be analyzed, every candy wrapper will be carefully examined under a magnifying glass, and employees, from directors to cleaners, will be required to undergo recertification. And as soon as the data collection is over, h
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The drinking binge that took place at night could not but affect Annelle’s morning meetings for work. My head was pounding from the hangover and lack of sleep, so much so that even two aspirin tablets were of no help. The only consolation was the almost professional makeup applied by a friend who spent the night on the sofa. Although she herself painted quite brightly, preferring dark shades of shadows shaded almost to the eyebrows, and long arrows peeking out from behind extended eyelashes, she also had a keen eye for the most delicate nude images.Annelle went to work alone. Julia showed up to her in only a short shirt and a translucent peignoir, over which she threw a leather cloak. And since in the morning there was not a single decent thing for her in someone else’s wardrobe - by “decent” one should mean “provocatively sexy” - she decided to stop by home before work to change clothes.Annelle arrived at the executive director's office five minutes before the appointed time. She r
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The first person to learn about Annelle’s new position was, naturally, Julia. It couldn’t have turned out differently - she was waiting for her right in front of the door of the executive director’s office. And she pounced with her questions, both business and personal, literally after a couple of meters walked in impatient silence.The entire time that Annelle was packing her things, her friend was chattering incessantly. Basically, I admired and sincerely rejoiced at her luck. He fell silent for a while only when the gloomy Mr. Bernhard appeared in the hallway. As if as a joke, he tried to ask why he had displeased Mrs. Lagvuri. In the same tone, he mentioned that no secretary had ever run away from him so quickly. And he clearly wished him success in his new place, and then turned around and finally noticed the presence of a red-haired minx on the sofa. Because it was impossible to call her anything else, given the position in which she was sitting.-What kind of wonderful creature
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