A few days before that dinner was announced the transfer of Manele, as they watched a little television, before going to bed, he had begun to put her into background. She realized this time after.
He was eyeing the newspaper, sitting on the sofa with their feet high, as it had.
-Do you know that I am a candidate for development? Not refers to anything else in the company.
-Candidate to development? -Marcy did not understand the jargon.
-That I'm in the tiny group of which we are going for managers... do understand? He spoke carefree, turning the leaves of the diary as if he were reading.
-The worst is that the company charged you a toll, is not so easy. Maybe a time abroad.
He was still talking as if it were for himself.
-So it's not a country at war I agree! -He closed the newspaper.
He took the remote control and set to jump from channel to channel. He stopped at one that put a comic series and laughed loudly.
Marcy was uneasy by what he had heard, but strove to smile.
-Everything depends on the Assistant Director. Manele lit a cigarette, the latter used to smoke before going to bed.
-What a man!. Today we were finishing a meeting and started to joke with me, what most beautiful shirt and how well I sat, what so well coordinated tie. He said that whith me he was at the end of the world.
He smoked slowly, recreating in spirals that drew the smoke in front of him.
-He said that in a meeting?
-Of course, joking...
Manele already laughed without stopping.
-What I was missing! Have a partner with a man, who is also my boss.
Marcy thought that, ultimately, Manele felt flattered by the jokes of the Assistant Director. He feared that the joke, as sometimes happens, had a background of truth.
But she hid her fears and accompanied him on his good humor and laughs. Threw a pillow to his face.
-Stop, I gonna burn! -answered him turning off the cigarette.
-Come on, Mr Chief Executive, do you accompanied me to the bedroom?