I decided to walk towards my letter. It was probably the size of Mount Everest. When I turned the corner, I found Amber lying on her inbox. She raised her straight blond head, her beautiful green eyes opened wide enough to attract my attention. She grabbed our office manager Sienna and immediately walked to her office. I followed them slowly, watching Sienna break free from Amber’s control and venture into the copy room, most likely to fix the paper jam left by an unknown person, and this person did not make any effort to tell her this matter. I heard Sienna panting and opening the copier door and many other hinge parts.
I stopped in front of Amber's office and looked in from the door. "Hi, Amber," I said. no respond. "Amber." When I walked into her office, she stared straight at her computer, her eyes weeping. "Sorry, I didn't call."
At this point, I don't know how the tears stuck to her eye sockets. As soon as I put my hand on her shoulder, she relaxed, tears streaming down her eyes. After five minutes of sobbing and silence, she finally blew her nose and woke up the sleeping people within a five-mile radius. "Why would anyone do this to you?" she said as she started crying again.
I don't know what to say, "Sometimes good people also encounter bad things, I thought," slipped out of my mouth.
"Yes, they are together," she whispered, more to herself, and finally she sat up straight and sighed and said, "I'm cheering up now, Kelly, please remember me Always by your side, I will always support you. We are simply sisters. "She looked at me with tears in her eyes. "You and your mother have always been by my side, so I want to be by your side. Please don't keep me out, okay?" Her eyes stared at me for a while, and I shook my head. "Do you sleep at night? I don't want to sound like a bitch, but you look tired."
"No, I don't sleep. Every silly sound I hear in the apartment makes me rush to the nearest weapon. Every time I jump, the poor Mu himself is by my side, watching, expecting," I Said sadly. Amber seemed to be crying again, so I decided to change the subject. "I just want to leave this thing behind, so let's not talk about it now. How about dating?" I asked, just with a little effort. The slight drooping of her round lips gave me a hint, which may not be terrible.
She took a deep breath and said grimly: "As usual. The bastard reached under the table and touched my skirt. It was a bland 0 minute." Her anger turned into a mischievous smile. . "But I can't refuse his request to call me again this weekend." When she grabbed my swallow, she opened her eyes wide and immediately apologized. "Oh, I talked too much. It's too unkind!" Then she stood up and hugged me, almost knocking me down. "I love you, Kelly. Please forgive my stupidity, especially after you have gone through those things... That is so extreme... You are too important to me," she Whispered.
"I love you too," I said and hugged. "Amber, please don't let others take advantage of you. Don't settle for the status quo. More than that. Look at you! You can get any man you want, but you continue..."
Her sudden facial changes reminded me that maybe I crossed some boundaries, even the best friend boundaries. "Why do you say that?" she said, her voice suddenly becoming angry. "I'm really sorry that you have gone through everything you have experienced, but you have no right to tell me who shouldn't see it. Step back, Kelly."
"It's just..." I stopped in the middle of talking, knowing that this was a battle doomed to lose. "You just worry me sometimes. I'm sorry." I waved goodbye to her as I left her office. This is a typical Amber-Kerry boy topic, but I found that since we hugged, I found myself grabbing my weird crawling sensation from clothes, and my brain definitely needs another scan in the hospital.
On my way to the office, I thought of Amber. She was the only reason for me to go out on weekends and have sex. We are very happy together, but she is a dangerous gangster, and it is easy to pick the wrong man. She has always been like this since I met her, when she was young and lively sixteen.
Her mother, who was once a widow, abandoned her when she was fifteen years old. They lived together, but when her mother dated a man half her age and took them to the island for vacation, Amber worked hard to support herself. That was when we met at the meatloaf burger restaurant, and the connection of our rascal parents connected us within a few days.
From time to time, we gag at the same time because of the stench from overripe avocados and beans. Our overweight boss would laugh at us because he stuffed the bachelor in the cash register into the 44-inch waist Lee Dungares' clothes and complained behind me his only reason to attract regular customers-Amber (Amber). Amber never reported him.
Anyway, it was my mother who filled the emptiness of Amber's mother. One unforgettable night, when I was in school at a nearby community college, I ran out to a Delta Chi brotherhood party and had a problematic roast chicken meal. Amber introduced me to vodka and Cranberry juice. After both of us were sick, I finally convinced her that she should leave, so she had a "friend"—of course, she didn't know him that night—to take us home and go to my house. We were all sitting in the front seats of this gentleman's car, right in front of our destination, and Amber was sitting on his right. He decided it was not time to say goodbye. His hand moved quickly under her shirt, and when he fumbled and tried to touch me, I vomited. She told me to get out of the car because she tried to attack him, but he was bigger and stronger. When I knelt on the ground, spitting barbecue sauce and vodka, I saw my mother running from the front door of our house into his car. When the boy continued his conquest and tore Amber’s bra, my mother opened his car door and let Amber sit on the grass next to me, and the boy was strangled in five seconds. head. To this day, my mother said that we are all drunk and don't know what happened. But I remember clearly—not a little drunk.
After explaining my comments to Amber, I regained my senses and decided to stop for a cup of hot black tea in the office kitchen. Tea seems to heal everything from stress to lethargy. My colleague even said that it is unnatural for me to be so excited about a cup of coffee, but what can I say? This is my medicine, if you will. No matter what happens around me, this kind of warmth seems to soothe my nerves, especially in these rìzi, even if only one-fifth of the vodka makes me indifferent.
When my Lipton bag was brewing, I reached into the tallest cabinet, all the way behind, and saw that it was now completely empty; I left it to my colleagues in the office to sniff out and use all of it. I added some nǎijīng and decided to look through the pile of newspapers on the kitchen table for personal belongings. Reading hidden lines of anxiety and despair is a kind of guilty pleasure for me. I'm not the only one, am I
One of them caught my eye immediately. I read it again.
"I guess they won't prove the identity of these people." Evan, my boss, appeared next to me. "Why are you reading this? Do you have no budget to check?" He was joking, but I didn't respond. "Are you all right? We miss you so much." He hugged me, and I immediately got nervous from his intimacy, but finally relaxed and hugged him back. There are no creepy reptiles here, but a comfortable sense of security.
"I'll be fine. Thank you." He smiled at me and left the kitchen.
I go back to the ad, don’t know what to do or even how to feel. Is this for me? My mind is enough to make me dizzy. Is this a date for some weird person or a lover? Am I overreacting
I tore down the advertisement and imagined that the newspaper is public property. Who would cry? Now they can't even see "Who is Up to Who in Hollywood Now" and "Someone Has a Room".
I staggered to my office. It took me a whole day to deal with those spam and voice mails. Then I found myself staring at the framed copy of the "Help Hans" mission statement hanging on the office wall.
The company is small, but it is dedicated to helping those who provide help-but not large. "Helping Hand" is more like we hire a private chef for a woman who works in a soup shack on the weekend-these things are simple, but they are all important. People hire us to coordinate special events for special people. Our clients range from sports stars to city Zhèng Fǔ, but unfortunately, we did not get a steady flow of new funds. My boss told me that in the past two years or so, people seem to be reluctant to reward others for their generosity. If we don’t find new customers as soon as possible, I might not have a job. If I leave, Amber will probably go out with me.
If we do not undergo major surgery, we, as conjoined twins, will most likely never separate. When I knew that they were hiring at the Helper Company, I asked Amber to ask for help with me. When I went to the interview, she was sitting in the front hall, quietly reading the book, but when the perverted human resources manager glanced at her, she was hired on the spot—I had to wait a week to receive a welcome Phone-because of "public affairs," he said. Let's put it this way, he won't last long under Amber. After my boss witnessed his many good gestures, he was fired. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)