She lost her job, but she gained a husband... Me - part 2

She lost her job, but she gained a husband... Me - part 2

"Valeria, I was informed that every time you go on break, you are late! he accused her as he looked at her with undisguised hostility. You smoke too many cigarettes a day and linger too long during the break!"

"You're right, I smoke during breaks, as, by the way, most of my colleagues do! she nodded softly, calmly, showing due respect to her mistress. But I only smoke three cigarettes a day, while others are smoking the whole package !"

"It doesn't matter what others do! Adela's voice rose, obviously irritated. I'm only interested in you, Valeria! If you happen to go out for a cigarette and be late, I'll penalize you!"

These were just a few examples of discrimination proven by our boss, who, from a professional point of view, found no reason to blame her. In any case, the reason was despite the envy of colleagues, who actually could not bear to see the radiant Vicky.

And who, ironically, complained to the owner even because her outfits are too sexy and extravagant, which distracted them from the balance sheets; or another time because he was listening to a love song with soloist Chris Norman, entitled "I miss you," which made them feel nostalgic. What hatred! What absurdity! What envy!

Vicky lasted two months in the company where she had been employed by Adeline. That's it. 'Then she was fired by the employer herself, the reason for her dismissal is that, apparently, she did not correspond to the position. A stony, dry, lying expression. And this in the conditions in which, I repeat, he did his job as correctly as possible, exemplary and by all professional standards.

"Felix, hold on tight! Vicky told me the day she was "executed," that otherwise, I can't express myself, by the influential employer. Today I end the collaboration with this company, it's the last day of work here. From tomorrow, we won't see each other. I will miss you"

"What are you talking about there, Vicky? I mumbled, dazed. It's a joke?"

"It's no joke! A little earlier I had a discussion with Adeline, who fired me without too many explanations!" she confirmed the cruel truth. "And I wasn't kidding when I said I'd miss you. You are the only person in the whole company who behaved nicely, collegially, even befriends me."

"I'll miss you too, Vicky!" I confessed without thinking, delighted with her confession. I'm used to your presence. I can't imagine a day without you. Tell me, do you want to go out for coffee tonight?

"Why not? I can't wait to go out together, Felix!" She accepted with an unexpectedly cheerful smile.

We are celebrating my escape from this prison, where I was not even allowed to talk on the phone with my child! I don't know if it's your secret, I don't know how you lasted four years in this company, with such a terrorist boss.

"Do you want me to tell you my secret, Valeria?" It's simple: I'm a man. My office colleagues don't envy me. On the contrary. On the contrary: they admire me, they like me; they really want me, but they were unlucky: none of them managed to get close to me.''

I went with Valeria that evening to a store cafe in the centre and spent some magical hours. The fact that she had finally escaped from the extremely hostile environment in which she had spent the last two months had a strong emotional impact on my former colleague.

She was really radiant all evening, she felt great and she regretted not being able to stay because her little girl was used to sleeping caressed by her mother.

"As you know, since I divorced, I've been living with my parents! But tomorrow is another day, Felix! Valeria whispered to me at parting. Today you invited me to the city, tomorrow I invite you. What do you say, do you accept?"

"Of course, I accept?"

Look, from invitation to invitation, I ended up in bed, then in front of the mayor, which now, looking back three years, makes me think that the cruel and malicious colleagues had a great contribution. If they hadn't sabotaged Valeria, maybe she wouldn't have found refuge and comfort in my arms, and then we would never have been together. If they somehow read these lines, I just want to say: thank you bitches, now you can suffocate from envy!

The End