Axel Darko had been in a slump of inspiration, and to say he's inspired is a miracle. It was time for the magic to return to his designs; there had been many days when they had to put up with the grumpy boss.
So, without thinking, Sarah ran out to call Marisolio, who arrived seconds later with his entourage to the great boss's office.
"The one you were crying for has arrived! I ran like crazy in flip-flops when the skinny one told me you needed me because you were inspired. What happened to make the burnt-out bulb light up again?" Marisolio arrived at the desk with his usual chatter, but stopped abruptly, as if sniffing the air: "Oh, you naughty boy, it smells like sex, dirty sex. That's why you're inspired. You got a good romp; you look happily fucked."
"Shut up, Marisolio, nothing has happened here. Are you crazy?" Axel was furious; he had been discovered by almost nobody.
"Then, what about this stain on the rug? And what about these buttocks that fogged the glass of your luxurious desk with two hands on the sides? Hahaha, busted. I'm good as a detective. Right, guys?" Marisolio was just making fun of Mr. Grump. He was the only one who dared to do it, and it was because he knew that his boss would never do without the services of the best designer they have.
Axel leaned over, and indeed, the cleaning lady's buttocks were marked on his desk. He picked up the phone and called his secretary.
📲Sarah, send someone from general services to clean my desk and the rug.
"Oh, don't tell me you finally ate the insipid Sarucha? Oh, I'm dying, I'm dying! But I don't think that uptight woman motivated you; she's pathetic!" Marisolio did not hide the repugnance he felt for Sarah.
"Shut up, Andreino Marisolio. You're getting on my nerves! With so much talking, my inspiration will go away. So be quiet and work." Marisolio pretends to cry from Axel's scolding.
"Boo hoo, boo hoo! Don't call me Andreino Marisolio, or you'll awaken my other self and I'll become Pinky and the Brain." Axel glares at him and he falls silent abruptly: ""I'll shut up, I'll shut up."" Locked with a padlock and I throw away the keys."
So, they finally went to the meeting room while a lady from general services came in to clean the rug and make the glass of the desk shine.
They worked all day; Axel Darko was truly well inspired.
While Darko was working with the design team, headed by Marisolio, a very hurried Angelica arrived half an hour before eight in the morning, which was her entry time to the Complutense, which was at the other end of Emporio Darko Luxure.
She opened her locker, put on her uniform. Yes, her general services uniform. Today she had to go to clean the classroom of teacher Estelita before the students arrived, and incidentally catch her class.
She arrived with her favorite chocolate and gave it to the teacher who was organizing her old slides.
"Good morning, teacher Estelita. May I come in?" Angelica spoke to her from the door.
"Hello, Angelica. Of course, come in." Angelica entered and gave her the chocolate. "Oh, thank you. You always spoil me. And how is everything going? Did you get any rest?" she asked worriedly, because she knows the hardships Angelica goes through to be able to enter the Faculty of Fine Arts in a few months.
Estela Durero is an art historian and her last name is not in vain; her family of German origin comes from the famous Renaissance painter Alberto Durero, which is why she specialized in this current.
"Rest, rest?... no. But I did have a relaxing morning." Angelica wasn't going to say more, and Estela wasn't going to ask who was the intellectual author of the morning.
"I envy you, in a good way. I'm glad, that's why you arrived with that smile." Angelica nodded and began to clean the numerous chairs in the large auditorium.
They didn't speak anymore and each one concentrated on their work. Angelica felt with a renewed energy, but she didn't even remember the generator of that energy, but the sensation it caused her. She really needed it, how crazy.
Half an hour later the students arrived and Angelica went to the auxiliary room to clean the instruments, brushes and other elements that the students would use later. And from there she took notes of Estela Durero's class.
"The Renaissance was a period of profound cultural changes and transformations, which founded the pillars of the Modern Age and determined the course of Western culture. Its main characteristics were the revaluation of classical antiquity, the questioning of the Church, the incorporation of the new notion of artistic genius and the introduction of new scientific discoveries," said the teacher with her voice full of emotion, transmitting that same emotion to her pupils and incidentally to Angelica.
When the theoretical class ended, the students went to the practical class in the auxiliary room and there Angelica finished her work. She said goodbye to teacher Durero and went to clean the rest of the area that corresponded to her. At two o'clock she left the university, towards Navarredonda street where the boarding house where she lived was located. Upon arriving there, she greeted the landlady, Dona Zoila.
"Good afternoon. Dona Angelica, your daughter came this morning. I let her in and she left about an hour ago." Angelica felt her breathing go away. That damn woman appeared after five years. She felt a hunch and quickly entered her chambers. And as she imagined, everything was overturned. Then she looked in her bureau where she kept the money for tuition inside a box and it was no longer there.
"Damn spawn, you're going to pay me!" The serenity she had this morning vanished and she quickly went to talk to the landlady.
"Why did you let her in? That damn woman robbed me!" Angelica was out of her mind, so much so that Zoila was scared, because she had never seen her like that; what's more, she was always very calm.
"Because she told me she's your daughter." Angelica was pulling her hair, disarranging her previously perfect high ponytail hairstyle.
"That damn woman is not my daughter!" By this time, the neighbors of the other rooms came out to gossip about the hubbub. "So, if any good-for-nothing comes here to say that he's her husband, am I going to let him into her room? And let him eat her? You seem like a fool!"
Angelica called the police; about an hour later they appeared, took her statement and, as it was a robbery of minor amount, they did not have much interest in catching the thief.
When they left, an outraged Zoila notified her that at the end of the month she had to vacate the room.
"God, when will you stop sending me tests? I just want to live peacefully and finally be happy. Damn Belen, I'm going to find you and make you pay for everything you and your miserable father have done to me. I curse the day I crossed paths with them. Now what am I going to do? My dreams went to hell!"
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