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Автор: Erik Pethersen
Издательство: Tektime S.r.l.s.
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screen. I smile.

      I complete my file: check; send; filed.

      Now it is the two nice buddies’ turn: they are friends and they are the notary’s friends. They seem to have come out of Wheelers Dealers. They have been business partners since kindergarten, they own a small business buying and selling second-hand cars; they fix them and sell them; beside that, they also fix cars and do the tuning.

      The partner who is an expert in fixing cars, Ermes, has always had 40% of Anyauto Ltd. And now he bought 10% off his partner, Antonio. Now they eventually own 50% each, this makes sense after quite a few nonsensical changes within the partnership.

      On Wednesday, while taking care of the deed, Ermes asked for information regarding the notary’s old Porsche. His request was so detailed that well supported my convictions regarding the disappearance of 911 in 2005. Alessandro, when asked about the new arrival, he replied hastily but that was enough to confirm the actual existence of his beloved car which was replaced about two years ago by the Ferrari he has now.

      Tax codes, shares, sum of the shares. Send. Amend. Check. Send. Filed. Still two share transfers to go and I’ll be finished; it is 10:55 am and at 11:30 am I am meeting up with the notary to take care of the merge. A quick visit to coffee room, I said «get the hell out of here» to the bleached head of hair with black high heels underneath, standing in the middle of the corridor and I am ready to go ahead with the work I have to do. I do two easy transfers quickly due to the unstoppable enthusiasm with which my hands fly around the keyboard moving the mouse pointer all over the screen. I just got some time to go over the consumer credit draft by Sbandofin to whom I could turn to borrow rates ranging from 7%, with a GAPR amounting to 8,6%, payable also in case of liquidity needs without asking for any warranty.

      I stare at the page and I consider such conditions misleading rather than interesting.

      Red light, the notary is calling: «Tamara said that the merging companies have arrived: can you go and get them in the hall and bring them in the deed room, please?»

      «Sure, I’ll pick them up and we’ll be right over.»

      The two managers are there for the merger. First thing, there is a recap of all the projects followed by all the assets to be merged. The whole matter has been agreed upon months before so everyone looks really bored, including Alessandro the notary who is thoroughly reading all the bulky minutes and seems to be the only one still alert.

      Three thousand euros in five years at that rate means repaying almost one and a half times the capital at maturity. Although I am quite prone to silly behaviours, I come to the conclusion that this idea would be useless and unnatural: there could be better ways to get in touch with the blue creature. More than a simple hello the next time I bump into her would be too straightforward for the way my brain works. What if the glow was just a simple and sudden glow? It would be useless to put energy into a blue flash ready to go off within a minute of conversation; even though I doubt that this may happen: such a deep blue colour cannot dissolve so quickly; this would be totally in contrast with the intensity of her gaze.

      «Land Registry extracts were done together with the merger approval; nothing has changed since then, right, Brando? Can you pass them to me so that we can quickly go over them and check them?»

      «There hasn’t been any change, here they are» I reply, pushing the papers in front of me towards the notary.

      Better to leave her in the world of dreams, dreams that are almost real, glowing dreams that are almost real.

      «Next week we will register the deed and I will give you the updated extract» I say.

      «Thank you, have a good day.»

      «I’ll show you the door» I answer.

      ⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎

      When I get back to my desk, I find the notary there waiting for me in front of my desk, fiddling with an elastic band in his hands.

      «You look already burned out today Brando: you look as lively as a warthog infected with Ebola virus» he says ironically while I am staring at him a little puzzled.

      «Let’s go to the coffee room: our clients who want to set up a company will be here shortly, shall we get a coffee in the meantime? You can stir yours, if you wish.»

      «I won’t have it stirred, just to show you my support.» After a few minutes, we are in the deed room again, sitting on the same chairs we sat on earlier on, with two coffee cups in our hands.

      «Now, Brando, all that positive energy that is coming out from you, where does it come from?»

      «I believe it is just an inner feeling. It is not on sale, I think.»

      «Just as well, otherwise suicide attempts could unreasonably increase.»

      «I don’t think I am contagious, anyway.»

      «No, I don’t think so. What comes out of you is harsh if anything but what worries me is what you have inside.»

      «Really? Why are you saying this? I don’t look too weird or depressed today... I mean I don’t look any different than other days.»

      «That’s it, Brando. You are depressed and weird like many other days. However, lately, you are almost over the limit. I have known you for years now, I have never seen you like this.»

      «You think so? I don’t know, I haven’t thought about my psychological and physical condition today, actually. I got here and I got down to work with the files. I think I did even take a breath, from time to time.» Maybe the thought of the blue glow took my mind off what I was doing for a few minutes, her apparition may have shaken a regular day at its onset, but I think I am alright.

      «I am not too sure, Brando. You look to me more and more... I don’t know how to put it...»

      «Loony?» I ask.

      «No. I’d rather say gloomy. As if you are trapped inside something. Trapped in there.»

      «Trapped inside what?»

      «Trapped inside, that’s all.»

      «What do you mean, trapped inside myself?»

      «Yes, that’s it.»

      «Excuse me, notary, I have felt just fine up until two minutes ago: the day was passing just fine, like many others. Now, thinking that I am trapped within myself could make me feel distressed, it is a disturbing picture.»

      «Maybe I am the only one to detect this lately: don’t read too much into my words. It depends on the places we are trapped in: they don’t have to be always bad places. If you have coconut trees and sun all day inside yourself, it could be all good» he replied with a smile.

      «Sure. Haven’t you just said that I am gloomy inside? Actually dark?» I ask a little puzzled.

      «Yes: mine was just a theory in fact» he answers. «Contra spem

      «So funny» I say it with a grin.

      «Let’s put aside this introspective journey inside yourself» the notary goes on, «what makes you feel this way?»

      «What do you mean? I am the same as any other day.»

      «Has anything unusual happened to you recently? Is your matt car okay? Your parents? Is everything okay? Do you still live on your own refusing every human contact?»

      «When are our next clients coming?» I ask with a sarcastic tone, to try and change subject.

      «In a few minutes, I reckon. However, we have plenty of time to make a brief examination of your current life.»

      «Good, how nice. Why though?»

      «For no particular reason. I worry about you, about your psychophysical condition. More about the former than the latter.»

      «Excellent. I am happy that you worry