Anya Annetsun
Once in Brooklyn
Life is beautiful and amazing, isn't it?
Finally, the car drove up to the skyscraper where the office of her company was located. Light thanked the driver, paid him and got out of the car. The sun blinded my eyes.
"How good!" she said to herself and began to climb the steps.
The summer was hot, but at the same time it was not echoing, but calm.
Hello everyone! – by entering
the premises where the marketing department was located, of which she was now the head, SVET greeted everyone present. Someone tore off their heads from the screens of the monitors, and also greeted, while someone did not react at all, continued to sit, immersed in their occupation.
LIGHT smiled and walked into her office. Tossing her bag into the visitor chair, she sat down at the table. The blinds were already open, apparently by a cleaning lady, and the bright summer sun was shining through the window.
"Mmmm. I love you, life!" she said once again. It was such a good-natured lifelover manifesto that she was, which she proclaimed very often. More often to myself, but sometimes in social networks, or in conversations with friends. Everyone knew that LIGHT was not at all prone to depression – that she was a real sun bunny. And this will remain until gray in the temples.
The cell phone rang.
It was Tanya, her manicurist. She asked how her marigolds were feeling, and if she wanted to stop by at lunchtime today and update the design.
LIGHT looked at her watch. If she has time to submit the report by twelve, by one o'clock she will jump into a taxi, then perhaps she will be able to make it.
Tanya was delighted, they always chatted great during the procedures, said that she was waiting for her at exactly two, and hung up.
Finally there was a little more work to be done. LIGHT connected her Apple personal computer to the network, and began to work. The day promised to be long.
*****
– Get your hands off me, scum! cried the LIGHT. The loser held her very tightly, tightening her wrists so that it caused unbearable pain.
The bastard bared his teeth:
– Rubbish. Give the rest of the loot. – The bastard spat on the asphalt.
– I have no money, I told you. growled the LIGHT. “I gave you everything I had.
The coward giggled disgustingly:
– Eh, no, nyashechka. We know you have something else! Otherwise, you would not walk the streets with the latest iPhone in a gold wristwatch at night.
– I have nothing. – barked LIGHT. – GET OUT, MRAZI.
– Hush hush. The bastard twisted the tip of his weapon, a sharp hunting knife in front of her nose.
