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on.”
“No. That’s it,” Raul looked
away.
“Gloria saw Svetlana in tears and
distraught last night. And you’re lying to us that she left
Pascal.”
“Every breakup is
difficult.”
“What are you hiding from me, Raul,
from us? What right do you have? Why do you think that you have
that right?”
“This is getting torturous,” Raul
thought. “What am I actually waiting for? To land, and for all of
them to disappear somewhere and not see that…”
“Let me by,” said Raul, passing by
Margot who also got up. He then turned to the staff and said
loudly
“Pascal is not with us!”
Chapter 27
Atop of Babe’s head, with the nape
shaved high, created out of her remaining hair, which spanned from
a strong deep blue to the light blue color of the sky, without the
unnecessary frills on the yellow-green continent, stylized, ultra
modernly, and crystal clear – was a depiction of the
planet.
Around here eyes, too. Two Earths,
created in a thick layer of blue eye shadow, the poles of which
touched her cheekbones and her forehead above her eyelashes, which
were completely removed specially for this occasion.
From the piercing through her… from
this distance Prince could not clearly see, but somewhere there…
just beneath the corners of her beautiful large blue eyes, dangled
two little chains, at whose ends, two little Earths were swinging,
lined up with her full, tempting upper lip, covered in thick black
lipstick.
The third little Earth swayed at
the end of a little chain hanging from a ring pierced through the
center of her massive, heavy lower lip, with blue-gray lipstick
which extended towards the protruding, defiant chin.
“On the mark,” Babe congratulated
herself in her mind, blinking once again with the blue and black
eyelashes at the stunned Prince.
She rushed over, with emphasized
care, to the old Mr. Kaella, and gently lowered him into the
armchair prepared for him, like any good daughter-in-law
would.
“Thank you. You are very kind, Miss
Babe,” the old man said while sitting down. “And you look wonderful
today. Like our flag. Wonderful.”
“Thank you, Mr. Kaella. That’s how
I feel. Proud, inspired, honored, because you choose precisely me
for your interview, out of all the excellent television
hosts.”
“Excellent, excellent… and none of
them can hold a candle to you, Miss Babe,” Mr. Kaella sincerely
complimented her.
And while she had her backed turned
to Prince, he watched that cascading blue-dyed hair of another
woman, which started from the very bottom of her shaved skull, like
from the edge of some tall mountain cliff, cascading down her back,
along her metallic black leather short-sleeved jacket, and covering
the upper hem of her short skirt, it reached the beginning of her
strong, femininely protruding provocative spherical buttocks. And a
sliver of lace from her fishnet stockings, remissly revealed by her
slightly raised light fluttery blue-black skirt.
“Mr. Kaella, Mr. Kaella,” the hasty
and professional director of the interview nodded twice, greeting
both father and sun, while entering the salon. “Please, take your
seats. We have to do a sound check.”
“Certainly, certainly,” said
Prince, sitting in the armchair that the director waved to.
Opposite the sofa, where apparently Babe would be
sitting.
“So, I’ll be able to watch you
unobstructed the entire time,” Prince thought, as far as he managed
to gather his thoughts. “That is why you immediately placed my
father in the armchair to the side. You’re dangerous.
Dangerous…”
Chapter 28
“Where is Pascal?” the agitated
staff shouted.
“Calm down! Quiet! I’ll explain
everything to you,” Raul tried to outshout them.
“Quiet!” Margot shouted. “Let’s
hear Raul!”
When the voices finally subsided,
Raul said:
“Pascal is in a secure place and he
is safe.”
“How is he safe?!” the head of
security shouted. “How do you know that he is safe?
“No. That’s it,” Raul looked
away.
“Gloria saw Svetlana in tears and
distraught last night. And you’re lying to us that she left
Pascal.”
“Every breakup is
difficult.”
“What are you hiding from me, Raul,
from us? What right do you have? Why do you think that you have
that right?”
“This is getting torturous,” Raul
thought. “What am I actually waiting for? To land, and for all of
them to disappear somewhere and not see that…”
“Let me by,” said Raul, passing by
Margot who also got up. He then turned to the staff and said
loudly
“Pascal is not with us!”
Chapter 27
Atop of Babe’s head, with the nape
shaved high, created out of her remaining hair, which spanned from
a strong deep blue to the light blue color of the sky, without the
unnecessary frills on the yellow-green continent, stylized, ultra
modernly, and crystal clear – was a depiction of the
planet.
Around here eyes, too. Two Earths,
created in a thick layer of blue eye shadow, the poles of which
touched her cheekbones and her forehead above her eyelashes, which
were completely removed specially for this occasion.
From the piercing through her… from
this distance Prince could not clearly see, but somewhere there…
just beneath the corners of her beautiful large blue eyes, dangled
two little chains, at whose ends, two little Earths were swinging,
lined up with her full, tempting upper lip, covered in thick black
lipstick.
The third little Earth swayed at
the end of a little chain hanging from a ring pierced through the
center of her massive, heavy lower lip, with blue-gray lipstick
which extended towards the protruding, defiant chin.
“On the mark,” Babe congratulated
herself in her mind, blinking once again with the blue and black
eyelashes at the stunned Prince.
She rushed over, with emphasized
care, to the old Mr. Kaella, and gently lowered him into the
armchair prepared for him, like any good daughter-in-law
would.
“Thank you. You are very kind, Miss
Babe,” the old man said while sitting down. “And you look wonderful
today. Like our flag. Wonderful.”
“Thank you, Mr. Kaella. That’s how
I feel. Proud, inspired, honored, because you choose precisely me
for your interview, out of all the excellent television
hosts.”
“Excellent, excellent… and none of
them can hold a candle to you, Miss Babe,” Mr. Kaella sincerely
complimented her.
And while she had her backed turned
to Prince, he watched that cascading blue-dyed hair of another
woman, which started from the very bottom of her shaved skull, like
from the edge of some tall mountain cliff, cascading down her back,
along her metallic black leather short-sleeved jacket, and covering
the upper hem of her short skirt, it reached the beginning of her
strong, femininely protruding provocative spherical buttocks. And a
sliver of lace from her fishnet stockings, remissly revealed by her
slightly raised light fluttery blue-black skirt.
“Mr. Kaella, Mr. Kaella,” the hasty
and professional director of the interview nodded twice, greeting
both father and sun, while entering the salon. “Please, take your
seats. We have to do a sound check.”
“Certainly, certainly,” said
Prince, sitting in the armchair that the director waved to.
Opposite the sofa, where apparently Babe would be
sitting.
“So, I’ll be able to watch you
unobstructed the entire time,” Prince thought, as far as he managed
to gather his thoughts. “That is why you immediately placed my
father in the armchair to the side. You’re dangerous.
Dangerous…”
Chapter 28
“Where is Pascal?” the agitated
staff shouted.
“Calm down! Quiet! I’ll explain
everything to you,” Raul tried to outshout them.
“Quiet!” Margot shouted. “Let’s
hear Raul!”
When the voices finally subsided,
Raul said:
“Pascal is in a secure place and he
is safe.”
“How is he safe?!” the head of
security shouted. “How do you know that he is safe?
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