is too sad, I just go for somewhere in between, which I can’t focus on precisely.
The receipt has arrived: I save the pdf file. I can go on with the next share transfer.
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I hear a loud clacking down the corridor and I saw a head of fair hair coming through my office.
«Hi Bra, are you doing okay?» Tamara says.
She cheerfully glanced at me and she walks to the window, beyond my desk, holding a cup in her hands.
«Hi Tammi, all is great» I reply. She looks through the glass panes and sips her coffee, with her back to me. Her wild hair fall down on a purple jumper. She has a pair of very tight black leather trousers and she wears a pair of quite high stilettos.
«According to you, why is my car remote control not working anymore?»
«What do you mean, Tammi?» I asked, turning to her. «The battery could be low!?» I tried to imply.
«You sound like my husband: I am not stupid, you know! I have already tried to change it but it’s still not working.»
«Well, I guess there is something else wrong with that.»
«Great. What would I do without you, Bra» she replied sarcastically. She turns around, she leans her back against the windowpane and grumbled. «I think I’ll go to the car dealer» she added then.
«Good idea» I stated.
«Bra, do you think that these trousers are too flashy?» she asked all of a sudden stroking her leg with the palm of her left hand.
«Well, they don’t go unnoticed, I think.» Like the jumper, the shoes, the bleached blond hair, virtually transparent.
«So, you too think that they are too flashy?»
«What do you mean by you too? Did anyone by any chance stopped you on the street to tell you?» I was being sarcastic.
«No, no-one. Anyway, I just walked through the underground car park» she answered with a smile. «My husband said that they make me look a bit tarty.»
«Really? Maybe just a little, but not that much. Well, it depends...»
«So, you feel the same too» Tamara interrupts me. «I think that you men have a problem with leather.»
«I don’t have any problem with leather. Those trousers are nice, they suit you. They look a bit... now, I mean, they look refined... like an upper-class escort girl...»
«Well Bra, that’s enough» she interrupts me. «I go back to work, thank you for all the compliments.»
«But I said that I think they are nice, Tammi.»
«Yes, I got it.» She gets to the door, she turns around and says: «Have a nice day».
«You too» I reply. I hear her heels clacking on the ground and going off.
I look back at the screen. I smile.
I complete my file: check; send; filed.
Now it is the two nice buddies’ turn: they are friends and they are the notary’s friends. They seem to have come out of Wheelers Dealers. They have been business partners since kindergarten, they own a small business buying and selling second-hand cars; they fix them and sell them; beside that, they also fix cars and do the tuning.
The partner who is an expert in fixing cars, Ermes, has always had 40% of Anyauto Ltd. And now he bought 10% off his partner, Antonio. Now they eventually own 50% each, this makes sense after quite a few nonsensical changes within the partnership.
On Wednesday, while taking care of the deed, Ermes asked for information regarding the notary’s old Porsche. His request was so detailed that well supported my convictions regarding the disappearance of 911 in 2005. Alessandro, when asked about the new arrival, he replied hastily but that was enough to confirm the actual existence of his beloved car which was replaced about two years ago by the Ferrari he has now.
Tax codes, shares, sum of the shares. Send. Amend. Check. Send. Filed. Still two share transfers to go and I’ll be finished; it is 10:55 am and at 11:30 am I am meeting up with the notary to take care of the merge. A quick visit to coffee room, I said «get the hell out of here» to the bleached head of hair with black high heels underneath, standing in the middle of the corridor and I am ready to go ahead with the work I have to do. I do two easy transfers quickly due to the unstoppable enthusiasm with which my hands fly around the keyboard moving the mouse pointer all over the screen. I just got some time to go over the consumer credit draft by Sbandofin to whom I could turn to borrow rates ranging from 7%, with a GAPR amounting to 8,6%, payable also in case of liquidity needs without asking for any warranty.
I stare at the page and I consider such conditions misleading rather than interesting.
Red light, the notary is calling: «Tamara said that the merging companies have arrived: can you go and get them in the hall and bring them in the deed room, please?»
«Sure, I’ll pick them up and we’ll be right over.»
1.2 LIFE - TWO
The two managers are there for the merger. First thing, there is a recap of all the projects followed by all the assets to be merged. The whole matter has been agreed upon months before so everyone looks really bored, including Alessandro the notary who is thoroughly reading all the bulky minutes and seems to be the only one still alert.
Three thousand euros in five years at that rate means repaying almost one and a half times the capital at maturity. Although I am quite prone to silly behaviours, I come to the conclusion that this idea would be useless and unnatural: there could be better ways to get in touch with the blue creature. More than a simple hello the next time I bump into her would be too straightforward for the way my brain works. What if the glow was just a simple and sudden glow? It would be useless to put energy into a blue flash ready to go off within a minute of conversation; even though I doubt that this may happen: such a deep blue colour cannot dissolve so quickly; this would be totally in contrast with the intensity of her gaze.
«Land Registry extracts were done together with the merger approval; nothing has changed since then, right, Brando? Can you pass them to me so that we can quickly go over them and check them?»
«There hasn’t been any change, here they are» I reply, pushing the papers in front of me towards the notary.
Better to leave her in the world of dreams, dreams that are almost real, glowing dreams that are almost real.
«Next week we will register the deed and I will give you the updated extract» I say.
«Thank you, have a good day.»
«I’ll show you the door» I answer.
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When I get back to my desk, I find the notary there waiting for me in front of my desk, fiddling with an elastic band in his hands.
«You look already burned out today Brando: you look as lively as a warthog infected with Ebola virus»
