The Polish Experience By Nicholas Westerby This ... - GetSab.Com

“I must stay and work but feel free to visit her.” I said.
I went to get the vacuum cleaner and hoover up his mess. He was still standing
there like a giant fucking lemon. He looked so docile, menacing yet innocent at
the same time. There was a lot that unnerved me about this guy and part of me
wanted to confront him about his behaviour at my flat. I let it slide. I wasn’t
going to let this monkey throw a wrench into mine and Elly’s relationship.
Finally he left and I walked around the empty office straightening out desks,
picking up the odd bit of rubbish and since I didn’t want to leave I just stared
out of the window. I tried to calculate how long he would spend with Elly. How
long I could pretend to do nonexistent work and most importantly, how long it
was worth doing nothing against doing something but having to face him?
I knew it would involve a confrontation with both him and Elly. She must have
told him where the office was and must think that he had a job with me. I could
tell him to go to hell but I don’t know if I was ready to disappoint Elly yet. I
decided that the best course of action was to lock up the office and have a wank.
A clearer head makes better decisions and wanking is fun.
On my way home I tried to craft my arguments in my head and I thought I had
reason and logic on my side, nothing could go wrong, right?
“Elly.” I shouted as I entered an empty apartment. I don’t know why I bothered.
If I craned my neck I could pretty much see into every room.