Daniel had taken his sister straight to the house where he lived for some time. It was a fairly comfortable house surrounded by other equally quaint houses surrounded by middle-class and some upper-middle-class suburbs. Well distinguished cars in almost all the houses of the time accompanied by lush gardens as well as being well cared for.
"Your house is wonderful, Daniel." Do you live alone? —The great curiosity of her younger sister was very well stamped on her porcelain face as well as giving her a bigger smile than normal. "Good that you like it, and yes." This is where I took care of my affairs although since I spend all day working she only came to sleep. —Corina's brother worked as a manager in a bookstore located on the ground floor of the Casa Roja publishing house.
"Now this will be our home, Corina." We can both live together and our life will be beautiful. "It will be like that, brother." We will have a perfect life. The life Corina had dreamed of so much for years was about to come true.
"Well Corina, I have to get back to work." I would like to stay with you so that I can chat at ease but I can't; we will talk at night. —Daniel got his clothes ready and took his car keys, heading straight for the bookstore, leaving Corina alone in the beautiful house. "Well, well." What can I do now that I'm alone? The girl wondered curiously trying to think of something to entertain herself during the day. So without finding anything else to be interested in, she began to clean the house from top to bottom.
After several minutes and hours of arduous cleaning throughout the home, Corina ended up exhausted and sleepy on the couch in the house. With no other choice than to think that he could entertain himself, he made the decision to take a bath and use one of the robes to rest that Daniel left him in what would be his new room: a room filled with pastel colors, just like the whole house , practically new furniture for being a bedroom that had no use.
Corina was lying on the comfortable bed, her body covered by the sheets and about to close her eyes to sleep for a while after a really long day ... Or that was what she wanted until the ringing of the house phone the dream scared him away.
-Well? Corina's voice was heavy with heaviness and excessive sleepiness. "It's me Corina, Daniel." Still awake? "Yes Daniel, well you actually made me wake up just now. What's wrong?" —Such a pleasant discussion was the idea that was flying in Corina's mind so she without suspecting she continued talking as if nothing had happened. —I have two good news for you but I'm going to tell you at night so I want you to wait up, okay? -Yes, that's fine. I wait for you.
—Gentlemen, excuse my intrusion but I would like to ask you something: Is your talk about this "phenomenon" that requests two employees still active? Lucas used a formal tone of voice worthy of any prestigious artist. —That's right, my friend, Luzbel Goetia is the one who needs a work team. The announcement is given tomorrow so if you are interested, go to the interviews.
"Although to tell the truth, I do not recommend you go friend." Luzbel Goetia is a person with whom it is very difficult to work ... Anyway, we are going friend. Lucky. The men left, leaving Lucas the idea with less meaning in his head.
The quick artist went to pick up his art book and take the opportunity to buy two more: "Lo Que No Vemos" and "Las Sombras de Londres" both being successful works with the great fact in common of being written by Luzbel Goetia, so Lucas could begin to read and get to know Luz's way of writing better. It is said that the way of writing of any writer reflects how the true soul of whoever creates it is; and that was something that Lucas, as a self-called artist, knew at the same time. perfection.
Once his purchase was made, Lucas went home hoping that his mother was not in that apartment devoid of that flavor called home, until on his return journey the melody of a street musician improvising a sweet jazz made the artist become to take one or another dance step and laugh a lot.
Some girl approached him so that in the middle of the avenue he would take them out to dance, the line was not so big but the laughs that those present were as great as the earnings of that day for that man who with only a saxophone could make that several young people danced to his rhythm.
"Thank you very much for helping me, young man." Today you made my family have a great feast. The man thanked him, shaking Lucas's hand to which the artist replied with a warm smile. —You have nothing to be thankful for, I really enjoy Jazz and you gave me a wonderful distraction and calm before my storm. Go home well, good man. —After that brief talk, Lucas finally arrived at his house where, taking advantage of the fact that his mother was still at work, he began to read everything he could about Luzbel.
The boy kept reading both works that he bought until late at night, what he had been able to understand of what Luz's mind was like was that she was dealing with a very deep person and perhaps with a somewhat stormy past, in addition to the small biographies of the back covers said more clearly what the writer was like.
"Lucas, I'm back." He hoped you at least made an attempt to go to school. "I have something much better for you, Mom. I'm going to a job interview tomorrow!" A big smile of emotion was illustrated on the face of Lucas's mother who ran to hug her boy with great euphoria.
-My son! What a relief it gives me to know that you are going to have a job, but everything counts. Where will it be? —Mother and son sat down to talk at the table, it was the first time in a long time that they had a quiet chat. —It will be in the building where the bookstore is where I go from time to time, and the work is not specified but I think it will be a team for a great writer.
At last Daniel came home and as promised, Corina was still awake watching television quite entertaining. A show of trick questions to call the television like any new program of the time. "I'm here, Corina." "Okay, how did it go?" "It was pretty quiet that day, but there's something I have to say to you and you might be interested." - Her surprise flooded the young woman who sat next to her brother on the sofa to tell him what she ate from her.
—The thing is like this: A writer from the publishing house that owns the bookstore where I work will be requesting employees starting tomorrow. —And what work is there to do? "I really have no idea, but he's a writer who probably hangs out all day. How difficult will it be to work for someone like that?"
After fine-tuning a few details of where Miss Corina would have to go, they decided to go to the table to take her cesare that the sister had prepared. "The Jambalaya was exquisite, Corina." I have no doubt that you are very good at cooking. "Maybe you should go find a job at a restaurant instead of going to a writer." —The laughter of the brothers warmed the home that gave them a beautiful glow for a spectacular scene. —And by the way, how did you find out about the job? "I overheard a couple of men talking to a guy who asked for reports on that job."
—It would be better to go to sleep, tomorrow morning I will go straight to the building for the job application. —Corina said saying goodbye to her brother to go to bed again and now to sleep
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Luzbel had been working all day working on a new book that was about to be released in a few years, it would be the biggest project that the writer would present in all the time he had been at the Casa Roja publishing house. Whereas now the writer remained in his house only he and his thoughts; hours before, Luzbel sent a notice that just the next morning posters and announcements would be put up that gave the notice that he was already starting to look for two places for his work team. Two highly coveted positions.
"Does anyone really want to work with me?" Luzbel wondered as he lay lying on his bed staring at the ceiling, thinking that the future awaited him.