They were at dessert when the director-general stood up and rang his cup as if it were a bell, hitting it with the blade of a knife.
-Ladies and gentlemen... attention, please! I am pleased to announce the new International Plan of expansion of the company Duxa Limited.
The assistant director, the twelve executives and his companions, remained in an expectant silence.
-Date two of January of the next year 2006, three of our executives will be earmarked for the new international unit in the city of Brexals.
The eyes of attendees crossed between. Marcy noted that Manele remained quiet, as if he knew the outcome in advance.
-Employees that will be part of the Brexals unit will be: Miss Sonia, our chief cxecutive, Manuel, and the assistant director of the company - the general director looked at each one of them, as he was mentioning.
Marcy couldn’t believe what she had heard, the name of her husband. "To Brexals, is two thousand kilometres from here, on the other side of the continent". This was not possible. She knew that the assistant director was a single life and that his parents had just died, he kept nothing back; and Sonia was foreign, from a Nordic country, living single, for her was the same to be on one site or another. But Manele would have to leave his family. The above three were exclaiming gratitude to his boss, but the assistant director was which released a short speech.
-We will be happy to serve as the company require, Raul, I thus summarize the overall feel of all my colleagues and myself. You did not disappoint. Marcy was dazed for the rest of the night.
After dinner, came to have a last drink in a nearby bar. Later, already on the street, those elected received the more or less sincere congratulations from the rest of the employees and spouses. Ladies also congratulated Marcy, and she seemed to see in their faces a deliberate malignancy, as if they were telling her that Sonia were stealing her husband in her same face, as if they enjoyed with their grief. "I'm getting me paranoid".
She was at the centre of a coven.
That meeting in the cold night, when the city was deserted, only lit by rows of ominous lampposts, was in her memory as the picture of desolation. Returning to his home, Marcy made a great effort to contain her sadness. Ask him to not leave, say him that she could not live without him, to request a transfer or change of employment, would not be anything. She thought about it, but she knew that it would not be useful at all, the pleas and tears would make no more result that make things worse. When she slept in the bed, at his side, she stood stiff as a table, so that he not realized her desperation, until that she was surrendered to the dream.