"Enculé," he muttered under his breath. What is the extra effort? Because I do my job, his job, taking care of his blood sugar levels and tending to his nephew when he's too busy to ask how the basketball game went. The only extra effort I could offer you would be de me baisser et suce te robinet.* Jesse raised his eyebrows.
"You're going to have to speak to me in Spanish." Or in English.
“What do I have to do to be entrusted with the projects I deserve? he asked instead. Because if you're not going to give them to me, I'll end up requesting a change. I don't mind being the assistant to some second”rate lawyer or ending up in a law firm with no curtains. And I don't think he likes me leaving, because I know very well that he doesn't even know how to turn on the coffee pot. You'd eat shit without me, Mr. Ambani.
"I should fire her for that dare," he commented cheerfully.
Lea sighed and decided to get down to business.
"Why are you giving me hom
The man with the suspenders spoke."I'm Thomas Shelby, and you don't want to trifle with me.""Okay, any orders from the Peaky Blinders or can I go back to my cubicle?"Jesse gave a powerful, infectious laugh. He put his fingers on the table and rocked forward. The muscles in his forearms held the full weight, throbbing."Scan our clients' motives and mail it to me.""May the force be with you," he added solemnly.Leah clicked her tongue."Star Wars isn't my favorite, though… 'I'll do it or I won't do it, but I won't try.'"Do you want a raise?" Jesse suggested.Leah laughed and was out of there before the onlookers outside began to think they were flirting. Technically impossible, because everyone knew that Jesse was ignoring Lea. He planted himself back in his cubicle of hell, where he did his usual part by breaking the record for cursing the devil's chair.She was now Jesse Ambani's official deputy. It wasn't that bad; he was supposed to have been si
Thanks for the advice, I think I feel better. I am going to hang up. And hung up, without waiting for an answer. Shan could spend half an hour repeating the same thing without innovating in the arguments. It wasn't like he needed much more internet dating advice though. I had thought about it several times. She wasn't pretty enough to pick up in bars, and if she went to the disco to try, maybe she would succeed, but she couldn't enjoy the victory of orgasm because she was too farting. Lea didn't know where the lines were when it came to emptying margaritas among other cocktails she never learned the name of. He started with the margaritas, and when he wanted to try something new, he no longer knew what it was called and began to speak in French. He got up and decided to take a walk through the library while his anxiety was going away. As he had heard somewhere, "someday he would laugh about it." That day was not that, nor would it be tomorrow. She doubted she
“Are you telling me because you need me to help you choose the accessories?“Not. I'm telling you because when I say that I was desperate, it's that I was very desperate,” she spelled, looking at him fixedly.Jesse pretended to shudder."You must be terrified." A woman wanting to sleep with you… Creepy. He made a face, holding back a laugh. What's so bad? Does he have a horse face? Because it's never too late to remember Spirit."That's the thing, she's pretty," said his friend between laughs. Look, when I tell you that I've been introduced to old ladies and men on dates, I'm not kidding. That's why every time I start a conversation with a woman who seems attractive and is too interested in getting bait, I'm suspicious. I have searched the Internet from top to bottom with the photos you have sent me in case they are on a blog or if you have impersonated someone, but it seems not.“So what is the problem? Are you afrai
"I also say that phrase to myself many times in times of need," he said without being able to resist. Seeing her blush again made his stomach twist. He was about to laugh. Come on, sit down and get the wine out. You were here because you wanted a date, and obviously you and I won't call each other that because of the whole professionalism thing, but as far as I understand we can't be sued for eating at the same table."You're not my date…" She blinked once and ended up looking at him through narrowed eyes. Wait… is it? Have you been laughing at me by pretending to be someone else on the dating website? Because I wouldn't be surprised. You only find fun in making fun of others. What I don't understand is how he could have taken it this far."So that's your problem," he commented, his eyes shining. He had just seen the sun rise. You don't like me because you think I'm laughing at you when I'm just trying to laugh with you.»Wait, let's follow a
“Your brother isn't going to get away with it, you hear me? I don't know what concept you have of fusion, because it doesn't mean you can do whatever comes out of your nose. He may be 60 percent of the union because he brings more, but he's not going to trash my floor, my drapes, or whatever is bothering him just because he wants to smile when he walks down this aisle on his quarterly visit. "Why don't you tell him that?" Marc is always open to criticism. I don't mean to say that I'm going to listen to you, of course, but at least…” He shrugged and turned one of the stacked chairs around to spread out, leaning his chest against the back. What else does it give you? It's just starwood, and he's going to pay for it out of pocket. “ I sweat it. It's not just starwood, it's about my pride. A posh brat isn't going to ruin my business with his stupid little whims. "Then try to come to an agreement with him." He does and undoes how he likes and will continue to do i
“Fuck. “It got away from Jesse. He knelt down next to her and placed a hand on her forehead. Are you okay? “Miss! the manager exclaimed. What happened? “I don't know, it's overwhelmed and, suddenly... "I think I'm going to throw up," Galilea said, putting a hand to her mouth. I'm…I'm…I'm seeing double. "You can tell he's not well," the guy at the next table commented. Look how he sweats, we should call an ambulance. "I don't think it's that serious," the manager defended. I'm sure lying down will make you feel better. Come on, stick your back to the ground and close your eyes, I'll go get a fan. " Is there any doctor in the room? he asked aloud. He looked worriedly at Galilea, who was swallowing hard. Not…? "Yes, I'm a doctor," a man announced in the background. He came up fast. I work as a pediatrician, but I can take care of her. Tell me your name. Galilea coughed weakly. “Jessica. Jessica Aranda.
He wasn't lying, he wasn't speaking out of spite, he wasn't trying to hurt her. She was being honest, and this shocked her so much that she didn't know what to say. How could he not have had a good time? He enjoyed himself like a kid, he worked his ass off and on top of that he met an interesting girl. She could have sworn they shared the sentiment. Well no, he was wrong again. Three mistakes in a row and with the same person. "Did you have a bad time?" he asked, confused. Don't you find me funny? "Are you really asking me that?" He replied in a sad tone. God, you are a ridiculous narcissist. He raised his eyebrows. "So you ridiculous narcissistic jerk." You leave work embarrassed for having farted in front of me and now you insult me so widely. “Once respect is lost there is no going back. “Great, because I was starting to get tired of all the ceremony. Leah rolled her eyes. "Look, I would reall
"If you keep saying such nice things to me, it's me who's going to turn red," he commented, as if he hadn't been about to die. Am I to understand by this that you have not forgiven me? I am in favor of revenge, but don't you think that an outrage would be going too far? “It was unintentional, I hadn't even seen you, and you're the one who went through the lining of the traffic light. Jesse cocked his head with a mischievous smile. "Admit it, you wanted to kill me…or at least see me again." If not, I can't explain why you took this road when you come out of the parallel road through the parking lot of the building. "I'm one more shabby associate with secretarial assistant skills, I don't have a place in any parking lot," she replied dryly. And I didn't know I'd see you again. “You don't have a space in the parking lot because you shouldn't even have a driver's license. In this aspect, more than French you seem Italian. Lea preferred to