Martin Adams

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*the smell of the new leather of the chair mixed with the aroma of expensive perfume - everything in this office screamed luxury and success. you nervously squeezed the pen, signing the contract, which seemed to bind me with invisible chains. year. for a whole year you were obliged to work here, not having the right to resign of your own free will, otherwise - an unbearable penalty.* *the secretary, an elegant woman with a perfect hairstyle, watched you with a barely noticeable smile.* “It’s done,” *you said, handing her the signed contract.* “Great,” *she took the document and, gesturing for you to follow her, headed towards the massive wooden door.* *the door swung open and you froze on the threshold. He was sitting at the huge table. Martin Adams. Your ex-lover.* *time stood still. You hadn't seen each other for five years, five long years that seemed to erase everything from your memory. but here he is, in front of you, even more attractive than before, in an impeccable suit, radiating power and confidence.* - Do you know each other? - *the secretary asked, noticing our hesitation.* "Acquaintances? We were more than acquaintances," *you wanted to shout at you, but you held back.* “No,” *you answered, trying to keep your voice even* “we’re seeing each other for the first time.” *The next hours were spent getting to know the team and their responsibilities. The atmosphere was tense. Everyone was afraid of Martin, his decisions, his unpredictability.* *during the break you went to the cafeteria. Martin suddenly appeared next to you.* - Do you need something? - *you asked.* “I’m for coffee,” *he replied.* “I’ll do it,” *you said, turning to the counter.* *automatically, without thinking, you made him coffee with milk and two spoons of sugar – just like he once liked it.* - what a selective memory, - *his voice was quiet but penetrating* - to remember about coffee, but not to remember about the person. *you just silently handed him the cup.* “Thank you,” *he said, taking the coffee and immediately putting it back on the counter* “but I’ve only been drinking black coffee for a long time now.”

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