When we reach the small school, we all were asked to take a pavilion to draw and paint children's things, I have touched landscapes, that will be easy.
“Well, how long have you known how to speak Italian?”
Hearing what Randon asked, made me laugh, “well, all my life, and this pasta you will not eat, so stop looking at ass and get to paint, do not try to ruin my drawings or it will go very badly for you.”
He looks at me smiling, “the aggressive expert.” He said to himself, I'm not surprised he called me that, everyone who tries me ends up saying the same.
Bored, I turned on the music on my mobile to lighten the mood. The teacher arrives at the right time "Putrate" by Ricky Martin started playing.
“EEEAAAA COME PROFE TO DANNING,” he start to dance and all applaud, the way dance and the way he was moving his hips kept everyone entertained.
“Aaaa ... EAAA ... EAA,” everyone joined in the chorus while the teacher dances with me, the laughter and the applause was fun and I forgot for a few minutes, everything that was happening in my life.
“Veive fabric, I can’t remember the last time I danced like that,” said the agitated teacher, panting really hard.
“BAILAR IS GOOD PROFE,” Ricky says.
Again, we focused on work and we strive to the fullest so that the work is impeccable. Tired and with our arms hurting, we look satisfied at our creation in a medium to finish.
“Young experts, next Thursday we will end,” the teacher said before leaving to talk to the school principal.
“Did he call you?” Carla asked.
Surprised by her question, I shook my head, “no, he hasn’t. I have checked my phone and I do not have calls or messages.”
My friend looks at me seriously, “can you show me the contract?”
This time, I was more confused, I frowned and asked, “why?”
She rolled her eyes, “just give me the contract.”
Annoyed, I opened my bag, I take out the damn contract and stamp it on her chest, “here is the fucking stupid contract, I do not want you to tell me anything about Mr. Hamann, I don’t want to think about him nor do I want to be with him.” I turn to leave but I stopped to look at here again and she looked furious.
“Take a look, he's on whatsapp,” she showed me her phone. Frowning, I take a look on what displayed on the phone.
‘Appearances deceive and in many occasions the sweet is acid.’
Reading that caption confused me but when I opened the photos, my heart stops. What is this?! Destroyed and betrayed, I covered my mouth with my hand and my eyes crystallize. Ian is fucking a woman, she looks very excited, each photo shows a different position and it is appreciated too well, I can see how he carries his cock inside her, also having anal sex. I looked at my friend confused. “Who took this?” I asked in a whisper.
“I don’t know, here, look,” she showed me the contract.
“What?” I look at it, she shows me the last sheet and in the back is something written, I did not see it that day because I didn’t bother to check. I gave her the phone and I hurried to read.
‘Miss Cook will spend every weekend of the next 6 months with Mr. Hamann, the days will start from 00 on Saturdays, until 00 on Mondays. The signed agreement has the possibility that its terms can be changed, in the sense that the days are extended per week and years, giving way to a life contract. Miss Cook belongs to the buyer once he decides.’
“This is serious Marili,” Although hearing that, against all odds, anger invades me.
"That damn unfortunate man bought me,” I screamed even though we were surrounded by our classmates, “I will pay him, I swear, every word he ordered wrote in this contract.” The pain for my boyfriend's deception and impotence of being so careless surpassed me.
“If you want to cry, cry,” Carla said in a whisper.
“I'm not going to cry, I do not have to do it, I cannot blame Ian, he just sought what I did not give him and I remind you that I also did the same,” I tried not to scream, “I also cheated, but of course he could have hear me out,” I shut my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself, “I don’t want to talk anymore, I need to think.” My friend nods and finally, the teacher arrives and we left that place.
“Give me your phone,” she gave it to me, I write a message and send to myself, returning it, I changed her name on my phone.
“What are you doing?” She asked, confused.
“If I am writing, I want you to answer me as if you are Mr. Hamann, I need to talk to him and I know that they will not let me enter the stupid company, so I need texts to lie, you know. If I text you, text back.” My confused friend nods, she has nothing left to support me.
When I got to the campus without expecting anything I hurried out, I must reach Mr. Hamann. When I arrived at that imposing building, I entered, I do not care about my appearance or the paint in my clothes, face and arms. As expected, I was stopped before I could go into the elevator. Putting on my best smile, I looked at the security who was watching me with the receptionist.
“I'm sorry, miss, do you have an appointment? Also, Mr. Hamann is in a board meeting.”
Searching through my messages, I showed them a text from their boss. ‘I would love to have you here as soon as you are free, I don’t want no as an answer.’
“Your boss has asked me to come,” the girl looks at me with distrust, “you were here the first time I came, I know you remember me, I came with Malcolm, but if you still do not believe me, I can can Kahin and tell him that you refused to let me go.” I called him by his first name to sound more convincing and intimate.
“No, that’s okay, you can go up, don’t delay anymore.”
Hearing that, I smiled and winked before going into the elevator, “I'll talk about you very well.” The girl smiles happily, but before the elevator closes, I asked, “can you tell me the floor of meeting room he is in?”
“In the 33rd," she answered.
I smiled and let the doors close; I pressed the button and prepared myself to face that man who has played it too well with me. When I got to the floor, there is an empty reception and later an imposing dark glass door, without stopping to think, I pushed open the door, he did the same in my class. All those present look at me with amazement and Kahin looks at me with a frown. “Good afternoon sirs,” I greeted with a smile, “I'm Marilí Cook and I'll ask each one of you to go out of the room, Mr. Hamann has an important issue to attend to.”
All look at their boss and then back at me, “hurry now,” I said, then tuning my voice more sexily, I looked at Kahin, “Mr. Hamann, will you tell your employees to leave or do I have to ask them again?” I looked furious, I’m not here to play anymore and I'm willing to make a show and ridicule him in front of everyone.