Dinam
I asked myself a thousand and one questions about what my stepfather was going to make as a decision regarding my fate. Maïeil gives me a reassuring look before I leave. I walk nonchalantly towards Georges' office. The corridor leading to his office, which once meant nothing to me, suddenly becomes longer and more icy. It looked like a maze of death. I finally arrive in front of the office with a beating heart and sweaty palms. I knock the door lightly then I open it. My stepfather is sitting behind his desk, his eyes glued to his laptop. I close the door behind me and stand in the doorway.
"Take a seat!" He orders me without taking his eyes off his laptop.
I run with fear in my stomach. George pushes his laptop aside, then looks me straight in the eye. His gaze is so heavy on me that I find myself forced to lower mine.
"So young man, can you tell me what happened t
EthanTime is against me. I must do everything to obtain the information that Martina has requested from me. I feel like this is our last chance to put that scoundrel Dinam out of our lives. I wonder where it comes from anyway. I look forward with great impatience to the day that we will get the fuck out of this company. I would be delighted to follow the scene and especially today, I will open my bottle of wine that I keep for an occasion to celebrate. And added to that, I'll have an evening in the company of two beautiful girls just the way I like them. I may appreciate Maïeil, but I can't see myself contenting myself with just one woman at my young age. I have all the assets for an enviable man. All the girls fall at my feet. It is not Maïeil with his pretty face that will change this situation. Even if we get married, I intend to continue my messy life. I love women too much to settle for just one.I think of a stra
EthanThe next day after my meeting with Martine, I contacted our company's competitor about the contract that Georges was trying to sign. He gives me an appointment in the evening. I then call Martine to inform her about the appointment and she is delighted. I can't wait for this case to end once and for all. I can't bear to see Dinam's face strutting around anymore. Seeing him fall in love with every corner of this business makes me want to give him a good kick in his ass. We'll see if he's going to show off again when he's fired from here. I can't wait to get back together with Maïeil. I'm sure she still loves me. She started with this filthy fellow just to escape the marriage that her stepmother and father wanted to impose on her. Besides, I was the first to whom she had turned to make me the proposal of this marriage. Dinam is just a spare tire for her. Maïeil will thank me later for having helped her get rid of him. He is not from our world
Anne (Dinam's mother)I have a very bad feeling. I've been having a lot of premonitory dreams lately. I'm no diviner, but I can sense when something bad is about to happen. I wake up all the time with a start in my diaper, because I have this constant dream where I see my son crying bitter tears. I don't know what to do to end this tragedy that is about to happen. Or how to go about avoiding another round of hard times for my son. The poor! He had to go through so much hardship since his childhood. Just when he is about to find happiness and enjoy it alongside the one he loves, already dark shadows are already walking above this happiness. It's nice to call me paranoid, but I remain convinced that the next few days are likely to be dark. Also, I have suspicions, although unfounded, vis-à-vis Martine. This woman has never inspired me with confidence. She is deceitful, she is a bird of bad omen. And that didn't take me long to realize. Despite these a
MartinaThis nosy Anne hit me first serious on the nervous system. She should have stayed quiet in her corner and not encroached on my territory. But no, it seemed that she and curiosity were a matter of love. She's going to find what she was looking for by being glued to my back. I had already seen in his game for a few days already. Every time I'm on the phone, I see her wandering around. I am not fooled, let alone naive. I know that Anne tries to listen to my telephone conversations. Unfortunately for her, I know how to detect this kind of attitude. Therefore, I immediately made arrangements so that she could not listen to me. Nevertheless, for today, it is the last straw that broke the camel's back. She listened way too much for me to let her get away with it. Either way, she's already one foot in the grave. I'm only going to help him get into it entirely. She will understand, but much too late, that curiosity is a bad fault that will have cost her her
Maieil I have never been so disappointed in my entire life by a person. I can't understand Dinam betraying us like this. To bind on the side of our competitor, and for what reason? Did he give her money? Is it that important? Was the money worth screwing up? I thought he was sincere. I swallowed his words like words of gospel whereas for him, all that interested him all this time, it was only money. And to think that at first he gave the impression of not being interested in the money, he got me. It was all pure strategy to lure me into his net, and it worked. I regret having believed him. I regret having offered to sign this marriage contract. I was so obsessed with the idea of running away from the suitor that Martine offered me, to the point of doing anything. Going so far as to blindly trust the first comer, whom I knew neither Adam nor Eve! In the end, it was Martine who was right all along. Maybe I should have just followed what she asked me to do. What angers me even more is
Dinam I need my wife so badly at this difficult time for me. I miss my mother, I miss my wife. Why do I have to go through these trials my God? Was it at this precise moment when my mother left this world that things went into a spin with Maïeil? At this time when I need her comfort, her warmth and her affection more than ever? I'm very sorry that Maïeil doubts me for even a single moment. I believed she loved me, I believed she knew me and trusted me. But here, I am more than disappointed with his reaction to this situation. Yeah, her dad may believe all that evidence, but I thought she was going to at least give me the benefit of the doubt. I don't care about that damn evidence. Even if the photos show me with this damn competitor, is that enough to question my sincerity? Isn't my word enough for her to believe me? Or, can't she tell herself that if I deny the facts so much, that means that there is something wrong? Be that as it may, Maïeil has already made his choice. She proved
Dinam I put my hand to my forehead and pat it gently. I must be very zoned out, that's the only explanation. Am I dreaming standing up? My mother's death must surely be playing tricks on me. Indeed, since she left, I haven't slept enough. My thoughts also left with her. So it doesn't surprise me that I'm hallucinating right now. After removing my hand from my forehead, I ask the question to this man who is then very calm until then. I make sure to listen carefully so as not to hear something similar again, as earlier. "Please forgive me for looking dazed Sir, the pain of losing my mother is still fresh in my mind, and I think it's been playing tricks on me lately. What were you saying to time ?" "Your mind isn't playing tricks on you boy. You heard what I meant. I'm your daddy, you're my son." Aded this man standing in front of me, whom I start to look at strangely. He looks so calm though that I think he might have a mental problem. "I don't believe you sir! What do you want b
Ethan The mission entrusted to me was more than a success. That day, when Dinam's pot of glue left the company's premises, I went to the bar at the end of my day at work to celebrate it in due form. Once I had eaten and drunk well with my friends, I returned at night to continue the party in my apartment with two beautiful girls that I caught at the bar. I spent the night between their arms, not to say between their legs. Deleting Dinam from the company was really a big victory for me. I wanted him to feel humiliated, to come down from his pedestal and find himself on the ground, where his true place is. He should never have joined our environment, and he will never have another chance to find himself there. He had to be seen leaving the company premises with his tail between his legs. I almost felt sorry for him if I had a heart. But fortunately for me and unfortunately for him, I don't have one. I revel in that day when he walked as if someone had put a hundred-kilo mass on his sho