The Love Of Life

John's Point Of View 2018, the Greators I opened the office door to meet up with Lady Unthems standing there with a brilliant gesture handing a cup of coffee. I was shivering with madness and I didn’t know what I was about to do next. When she noticed my presence she turned to me and showing her cup with her fluent British accent, asked disgustingly, 'Any interest in having a cup of coffee with me?’ I got closer, still trembling with anger and then as a matter of time I fisted her hand to have the coffee pour all over the documents on the table. She didn’t lose the time and in a second slapped my face. I was shocked then by her unregretful, violent, hazel eyes. ‘Do you know what on the hell you’re doing, ARSEHOLE?’ she shouted angrily. I could then feel my face growing red as she said this. I didn’t hesitate a second and pushed her toward the wall by both hands heavily and put my hand on her small lips to shut her up. I was getting calmer by that scene when my eyes met with those wild eyes again. Recurring through the whole incidents, I became again the ANGRY ME. She was doing her best to find a way out of my arms but that was all in vain. Moments later she was stood helpless and was about to faint when I got that and left her on her empty rolling chair. ‘Now, who’s the ARSEHOLE, darling?’ I tried to make her as mad as I could using her own accent to make her do what I wished to. ‘How dare you call me DARLING?' The 'R' not being pronounced was on my nerves. ‘Why on the hell did you do what you DID?' My fist came down at the chair behind her face and soon she was losing her mind by the way I talked and hands as scared whether my hands beat her face, so I decided that I’d rather calm down a bit. ‘I have no damn idea what you madman are talking about.’ ‘You little jerk! I’m gonna show you though what I am talking about.’ The only place in the whole building that was out of any cameras was her room and I did what I wanted to knowing the idea. Despite the camera thing and these nonsenses, the next moment her secretory was in. So I jumped and cover her from the door. The girl was about her age and must have not heard neither the conversation nor the action that she left the room with a brilliant smile, carrying in ‘I know what is just happening,’ and a yellow document. I let her be and just greeted her with one of those womanizing smiles. Then after a wink, she left the door closed behind her. Jinny was about to say something at the point when I immediately stopped her using that men powers. Then I put my face few inches from hers and gave her a delicious smirk which made her move her hand to a red button. ‘NO, no, no. I hate any kinda red button.’ I said taking her hand with a firm force. I pulled her to the door with my hands around hers like handcuffs, locked the door and went back. She was growing totally nervous. Apparently it seemed liable that she didn’t know what I was there for. In a few seconds she sounded to know how to solve the problem. So came closer and bite me on the hand. While my eyes were becoming bright and swollen with wildness, I shouted: ‘You little animal’ and then went on what I was supposed to after running a hand in my hair. ‘I’m sure you know what I’m here for, or you know, I have to use some violent.’ This time she was shaking with terror. How much I felt pity for her at that moment. She looked hopeless and aimlessly looked around the room as if she was dazed. ‘Well, you’ve torn up the arrangement between the Greators and the Levine Company, remember? Ha? Now because of what you did I’m out of staple and many of my workers have lost their jobs as you left me no free room.’ She was listening in silence which made my hormones flow fast in my blood and adrenaline go up just as fast. I knew there were no other ways I could make her understand. So I began again. ‘Look miss-’ She interrupted me with a cold cough, then pretended to be too annoyed; ‘Lady you meant.’ ‘Fine, look you-whoever the f**k you are,’ ‘Language sir.’ ‘Ah. Could you for God’s sake stop giving ideas in between?’ ‘The answer is yes if you'd been politer. Oh, I just remembered that I've a question. Did you make any appointments at all? Cause there are things I need to get done’ ‘Would you please shut- stop talking so much?’ And the rest she was listening with her eyebrows frowning. Now we were sitting on the cold floor of her room. I took her arms in my hands and her head was down and her long, dark brown hair was all around her out of the bun she had wrapped her hair around so carefully. ‘Look Lady I don’t want to insult. But you need to know that these people I’m talking about have got families. Somehow enormous families which you’re destroying by your damn selfishness. I need you to understand that you should change your mind about repealing those arrangements.’ ‘Those people about whom you are talking about,’ she went ahead somehow confidently. ‘Uha.’ ‘Are none of my f*****g business.’ ‘What???’ I shouted pressing against my temples with my fingers. What did she just say? Oh my God I want to kill her dead. Who does she think she is? The owner of those poor people? How heartless a human being can get? I went to take her frail chin in my hand which looked too tiny in my hand. I had to show her who got the power there. So I said even more confidently, ‘did you hear what I said?’ And this was it, she nodded. ‘Now write another God-damn arrangement before I show those security cameras that I am not only a madman but also a murderer. Security cameras! Brilliant, John! Although she knew there were none, her face went white; the idea of no security camera made her contort her face a bit. She murmured, ‘okay.’ Then took a paper out of a drawer and a pen from her desk. I told her what to write and she just did as she was told. At the end she was forced to put a stamp mark and her signature bellow what was written in the sudden handwriting. I also did sign the paper as well. And soon I was done there. Clearing my coat I went to the door. She was still sitting on the floor, not even willing to take her head up to look at her murderer or making her messed up hair a bit neater. There was an attempt to open the door form outside and no longer after the door got opened by a key turn from the outside and I saw the smiley secretary again. This time she was laughing with ogle and didn’t delay to give me her number. I gave her a warm smile and didn’t declined the number. I left without knowing or wanting to know what Jinny would tell others. But before I left, I heard that Marion girl -as written in the piece of paper just as if she hadn’t understood the matter with Jinny- saying ‘What happened Lady? Why is your face that white?’ But without even a backward glance I walked such large steps toward the major door. And that was the end. As I ran a hand through my hair, everybody in particular men was gazing at me in a way which got me completely frustrated. On my way my eyes met an old friend of mine shaking his hair in amazement, but I kept walking as hard and firm as ever; without giving the smallest concentration to any of them. That easy. Yeah that easy as I am the most effective man in the entire shitty world. Yeah, who gives any attention to that selfless, selfish, dishonoured girl? Is she even worthy of the little pride given to her from his father? Probably not. But all I know is that I’ve already defeated the girl and I will do so whenever needed. I rolled the key so that the engine would start. I knew I had to stay from the new girl-Sansa looking girl Marion- at least for some time. Because conquering Miss Unthems in such state again that soon was none a pleasure to me. I was passing through this thoughts while driving my car when I clearly noticed that I was being followed by a metallic black Benz. At the beginning I felt a bit embarrassed but then I was calmer as I remembered the pleasurous event and stopped minding my black follower. *** The next morning was even worse since I woke up feeling much pain in my whole body. And this wasn’t the only reason to that thought. But I also found my smaller sibling in the hall, studying my face carefully with her dark blue eyes and that was what made me jump. And soon I noticed she was not alone and she was there with her jerk husband in accompany. ‘What the f**k is this jerk doing in my house?’ I nearly shouted. ‘Well, Bro I had … you know kinda … financial … issues, I mean … we had those and we need them … to be fixed within a year…’ My look was being passed through her face and that asshole’s. As Tati recognized my look, she began, ‘Jerry’s salary is not adequate for our needs; so I trusted and came to you. Cause if mom knows even a bit, she will…’ ‘I know.’ Well this wasn’t the first time and it had happened several times before. So I knew what she meant. Mom had a very sick diseased heart and if she knew even a bit about this, she would be dead by a heart attack after her long and annoying sickness. Well I think I did simplified it just too much. But here goes the truth. ‘Alright.’ I took out my pocket and looked into and got two $500 out. Tati was trying to say something but I interfered. ‘How much do you need?’ She was released by this question. ‘Well … it is more than to be put in a pocket. We need one … one hundred … thousand … dollars.’ ‘What on the hell did you say? What the f**k had he done to get in this need?’ And this was what Jerry replied with pride: ‘It is business. Sometimes you are in wealth and sometimes you are in need. This is the way it is. I thought you would know better than anyone else here.’ ‘And when was the last time you learnt how to do business?’ I said with madness. Poor my little sis! ‘John, please don’t pretend you are the only man in the world who does business.’ ‘And I’m not. As I remember the last time we met, you were unemployed.’ ‘Stop talking to my husband like that.’ And as this was said Jerry gave Tatiana a proud look. ‘Please don’t tell me you don’t know where he spend my f*****g money!’ ‘Sorry? Where do I spend your f*****g money? ’ Jerry had become nervous then. ‘Tatiana, don’t you know? Ha?’ She didn’t sound to have any idea what I was talking about. Oh God, what am I onto? Do I really have to confess to that? Surely for my sister’s sake, I would do anything. ‘Well he is dealing some sorta-’ He didn’t let me finish what I had been to say. He took Tati’s hand and pulled her out of the house. ‘I am in no need for your money and I will solve my problems somehow. And you Tatiana, do not tell to ask him for his support ever again!’ He said Tatiana and him in such an offensive way that made kinda run to the door and slam with a terrible strident sound behind them. And from behind the door I shouted: ‘Addict’ Tati then started to cry that she did not want to go with him until they get to the garden and he let everyone around hear what he said, ‘You w***e! Shut your f*****g mouth before I jab it with my hands!’ I felt a bit pity for her but she had left no other way but this. It was her choice and she had to get along with it, maybe forever and I was the last person who could change it for the better. I’d already fought enough for her and there was no other solution to get her out of this s**t. And when I remembered that every time she had refused to do herself a little favor and sign the divorce sheets, I got madder. So I am not about to give her the zillionth chance and I had already gave up on her. ***