Chapter: His secret

The red, scorching evening sun is slowly sinking to itself soon
to go to sleep behind the horizon, so that the dark haze of night can be seen
shortly afterwards can lay over our beautiful city like a cool blanket that the
The moon gently sweeps over her while the stars lull her to sleep. At
the transition from morning to day, from day to evening, from evening to night and from
Night turns to morning, the sun, moon and stars play with different ones
Instruments the same song, play it in complete harmony with the
Not to mess up the twenty-four hour cycle.

I open the bedroom door and enter tiredly. It was a long one again
Day, as so often. Still, I have to say that I love this profession too
appreciate. Work is one of the most important things in my life. Because
whenever I enter the headquarters of the powerful company, I recognize again
that I am indispensable, that I can do something useful.Every time I
See Kaiba Corporation, I realize that I was one of the wheels
which the car needed to get going.

The exhausted sun is imperceptibly closer to the horizon, and I put mine
dark sunglasses on the desk. She belongs to mine
Work clothes that I always wear when I go about my job, and me
like to wear them. Together with my black, elegant suit, it mediates
I feel a certain power. But for today my job is done. So
I take off my black jacket and leave it on the back of the
Office chair while one of my hands loosens my tie.

Usually my wife is lying in our bed together at this time,
wears her silver-gray silk shirt and reads an interesting fantasy novel,
while she plays with her jet-black locks. But it is not so today.
The bed is empty. My wife is on a business trip for two days, together
with her supervisor, who seems to have taken a liking to her.Not that
I would be surprised. But on the contrary. She is a fantastic woman and me
I often ask myself, mostly in the middle of the night, how she is getting on with me, where
I always leave the house so early and leave work so late
return.

I am happy for you - very much indeed - that you are in a different area for two days
because I hardly have time to take it out or with it
to travel. However, I would be relieved if I had her by my side now.
Because once again I felt the need to be with a familiar person
talk the matter. We've been talking about her for almost two months now
Thing, every evening when I went to bed with her, and her light ones
The scent of cherries in me before we went to sleep or each other
proved our love.

But she's not there and I have no one to talk to about the matter
can discuss. It really is very depressing to me at this point, it doesthey have been for a long time. When I go to work I try the feelings
that the thing arouses in me to suppress, because they could be discovered
and then I am questioned about the matter, I want to avoid that.
Nobody needs to know that I know of something that I better not have
should experience, only my wife, who gives me spiritual support. I know that
she will not tell anyone, not even her superior, who is she
so close to the heart.

Anyway. I look around our room, open the big window,
the evening sun is already shining in my face and leaves me for a short while
Blind moment. Still, the sky is beautiful. During the day when i
work, the beauty of the world is withheld from me, because I wear the dark
Sunglasses that make me appear cold and powerful, emotionless, almost like
he. But only almost.

I have an idea. I turn on the computer, including the monitor, and duringWhen the star screen pops up, I get a glass and one from the kitchen
Bottle of sparkling water. When I come back and said items on the
Desk, the monitor already shows the desktop, a vacation photo of
me and my wife in front of a lighthouse. I remember. It was in
Mallorca shot, a beautiful place where we have one of our few vacations
had spent. It was a lovely two weeks and I seldom had my wife
seen as happy as then.

I open a text-writing program and take a deep breath. Then sigh
I, I'm still tired from work, but I make up my mind to do it now
to write down. Otherwise I would not find rest in the night. I
think. Do i need a headline? No. I don't want a story
write, no, not at all. Also, it occurs to me that I am
would delete the text immediately after writing it down. Certainly. Whom so
then I will write this text for nothing.But what else should I do with him
to begin? Save it on my computer and see what happens? I would
Never open this document again, leave it untouched until forever
it disappears in a pile of data. No. It is clear. I will
Clear.

I leave out the headline. I sigh one more time then I lean forward
to be able to write better. In front of me I see a white surface that is only
waiting for me to text them in black letters. The digital sheet
Almost cries out for food, and I have no intention of starving it.
But since I can't think of a smart start, I decide on a text
á la diary.

"Dear computer."

Bullshit! I delete the two words again. I'm not twelve years old anymore!
I'm an adult and that's how I should write too. I start shaking my head
all over again.

"It was a while ago ..."

No! This is not a beginning, that is nonsense! I am unable to get oneto write a suitable beginning? For a simple text? If I already now
I despair, what do I do with the main part, the most important link of all
of the text? I groan through my black hair and stare
Screen that shines bright and awake towards me. Then I dedicate myself
again the keyboard.

"Date: Saturday, April 1, 2005, 7.44pm

It's spring. The cold time is about something and the sun leaves the earth with it
feel more of their heat every day. And even if many people, whether old,
whether young, right now that the new year is gaining strength with each sunrise
wins, having fun in the great outdoors, there are also things that are not
are so enjoyable. But mostly such remain undetected, are in a
Crowded alley that the spring sun cannot reach. "

I smile contentedly. Yes, this is how I can begin my text.

"I, Roland, a simple man with a wife and a job, have one of these
discovered unpleasant things.All of a sudden, I didn't even get after that
searched. And I certainly didn't think I'd find it there, of all places.
Where I thought that everything was always in the best order and everybody still like that
small action runs in a regulated manner. One can be mistaken ... "

I have a drink of water. What I've seen, the thing comes to me
back up and almost choke on it when I don't
write down immediately. However, I should take it easy. This text is mine
very serious, as serious as the matter itself.

"It all started about two months and two weeks ago. I remember
that it had rained that day and I still drove to work. At 6.45
Clock I joined the Kaiba Corporation, where I work and earn,
and on orders I took the elevator to the second floor of the building. There
was my boss's office. My young boss, I should stress, because he is
just seventeen years old, even if he looks absolutely grown up.He is
always full of vigor, zest for action and I believe that his work is very important to him
Heart lies, even if he never shows it, because he is quite closed and
is repellent. "

Again I take a sip of the refreshing drink and stretch out.
Should I really write about this thing? Should I really one
Entrust computer? Would I be forgiven? I am undecided. To
For about two minutes, however, I am aware that I have started my work
now also going to quit. My boss hates employees who don't do their jobs up
finish with dynamic momentum towards the end.

"He stood with his back to me, looking absently out of the wall
Window when I entered after a good knock. I greeted him with one
quickly "Good morning, Mr. Kaiba" and then looked at him in silence, at his
Waiting for reaction. It was very early and I knew it was the night
had gone through again. I think he was overwhelmed and stressedsince he had a problem with some other companies affecting his success
and wanted to call it their own. When he turned to me
and our eyes met, one could not see his tiredness
on, he seemed fresh and cold and hardness reigned in the deep blue of his eyes.
He looked the same as always, and I had known the pallor of his skin since I was for
worked him. "Can I do something for you?" I asked him. In the same moment
There was a knock on the door and a young woman entered. On her silver one
On the tray was a crisp white cup with steaming coffee. Actually I had
thought that he was now giving me the task of getting coffee. She put that
Tray with an expressionless "Here, your coffee" on its tidy
Desk, next to a pile of files and folders. He nodded his thanks to her
and she smiled. Then she walked past me and greeted me briefly, apparently
she had only noticed me now.When the door closed behind her
my boss started to speak. “What is planned for today, Roland?” Immediately
I took a little planner out of my pocket and flipped through it for him
I found the right day "Nine o'clock: conference. Ten-thirty:
Job Interview. Twelve o'clock: Conversation with the President of ²Cyber ​​Master²
Corporation. Fourteen U ... "The phone ringing interrupted me. My boss saw
at me while he reached for the receiver, his face was emotionless, but off
I knew from experience that it was said: "Excuse me". "

It is questionable why I still know exactly what this is about
Day had played. Have these twenty-four hours in my brain
burned so that they may stay there forever?

"During the phone call, he looked coolly at his desk." ... Yes. ...Yes. Well,
if need be. But only two days. I beg your pardon? ... Yes, yes. "He hung up. I
did not ask who had called and for what reason.I could do it myself
think