Matthew Jones's Business

Author's note: Hello! You will surely find many grammatical errors in the novel. My native language is not English and I make many mistakes when writing in another language. I have helped the translator, but still the novel still has its big flaws. As an author, I consider it to be a g********l, not the best, but the readers have liked it a lot in its Spanish version, so I hope soon to be able to raise the money to pay for a good proofreading of the novel. If you want to help me, you can buy the novel. This way, you will be one of the first people to read the novel when it is corrected. Thank you for reading these words and for helping me. The clock alarm woke them up, Violet let out a gentle whining as she pulled into bed, her boyfriend Jack's body imprisoning her against the mattress. "Honey, move. I'm going to be late for work" Jack let out a growl and pressed Violet more against the bed, on a Monday morning it was not easy for either of them, but Violet with her good sense of responsibility rose up taking Jack off her back with all her might. She went to the bathroom to do her needs and take a cold shower so that the dream would leave his body, today she had a meeting with the bosses, last week things had not gone well for the company and today the future of this was decided. Violet had a bad feeling, but she had to stay calm and think positively. She put on a very natural put on a black tube skirt, a white button-up shirt and rather low black heels, her white-rimmed glasses couldn't be missed. The thing about having astigmatism and myopia was not good at all, but I was saving up and I was already completing it for surgery, which made her very but very happy. She did not say goodbye to her boyfriend because he was still asleep, she took her car out of the garage, a Renault Clío model 2008 that she had bought 3 years ago, was without hesitation the best purchase she made in her life. She stopped first in a coffee shop for a little breakfast, she still had time to get to his job even before the right time. She enjoyed coffee as if it were the last one to be taken in a long time, the bad feeling did not go out of his chest, through his veins he would run an impalpable fear if he was told that he had to pick up his things and leave there. Since graduating from college as an accountant, she had started working there, the same place where she did the internship. Gramma stationery was one of the most famous stationery in its entire city, had 4 headquarters in it and more than 18 locations throughout the country. Violet was the company's main accountant, carrying out the books of each and every one of its branches, yet she had to admit that she was not the first in charge, that was her partner Julio, who was already closer to retiring than Violet was graduating. She had to accept that she adored Julio, he was his teacher and friend at every moment, since she got to do the internship and had no idea how difficult it was to keep the accounting of a company, and one as big as Gramma stationery. She thanked Mrs. Carmen, the nice lady who was always in charge of the cafeteria, returned to her car and entered the tracks to the office. She arrived faster than she wanted to the office, she greeted Jaime, the warden, Claudia the lady a little chubby from the toilet and greet her other companions before entering his office. She felt an oppression in her chest that wouldn't let her breathe, sat in her chair and stayed for at least two hours until her boss sent for her. Shee put his hands on her skirt and walked with heavy steps to the boardroom, in there were already the heads of each department with his right hands, greeted the people present there and she sat next to July, this one gave him a half-sided smile, all there seemed tense, thanked not to be the only one with the same feeling. "Good morning, everyone," spoke the company's director, a man in his 45s, but with his gray hair. Rumored in the hallways that grays had come out of him from one moment to the next because of the stress, violet believed it too. "As you know since we haven't been hiding, the company hasn't been through a good run, we've lost big customers and this is costing us dearly" Violet knew why, Gramma stationery kept knocking down trees to make their products, they didn't care about the environment even though the marketing team had campaigned to change this, they didn't. Their competition began to create notebooks and blocks with leaves made from sugar cane, it did not harm the environment and they were ecological, more and more people were becoming more aware that the world needed a change, Violet among those. The bags now preferred them for paper, recyclable cardboard folders, cane notebooks, bamboo pencils, the market was now that. Except Gramma. It made sense for them to lose customers if they didn't think about the environment, and even though this was so obvious, managers still didn't change the products. "We have to make staff cuts," Violet refocused on the meeting as she heard those words, her heart beat at a thousand an hour, and the palms of her hands sweated even more than before. "I'm going to say the names of several people," the secretary spoke, "and to whom I mention, I can only tell you that we regret the situation, but from today we have dispensed with your service. They can go to Human Resources for liquidation" Listening to call names was torture, Violet began to hear her peers rumor that at each venue they were in the same situation, she didn't even want to think about how many people would lose their jobs today. "Violet Grant," she cursed mentally. She rose with a sad smile and left the boardroom, first went to human resources to ask for her liquidation and also a box to pack his personal items, a how many tears escaped from his eyes, wiped her face and greeted his companions as if what was going on was nothing serious. In her office... ex-office called Jack, wanted a hug and for him to tell her that everything was going to be okay, Jack didn't answer the call, which made her feel even more frustrated. She packed his things with a little rage in the box and snorted. Part of her had hoped that Julio would retire earlier, so she could take up her job and she wouldn't be fired, so she didn't look for work elsewhere, now she regretted it and a lot. I walked firmly to her car and put the box in the trunk, led straight to her boyfriend's photography studio. Jack was a portrait photographer, models and commercials photographer, she was very good at it, but Violet had never been there for her camera, Jack had never asked her and it wasn't violet to love the photos either. Along the way she was thinking positive things, she was young and could get a job relatively quickly, she had agility, dexterity and learned very but very quickly, those were very important points for her. She didn't let herself down for a simple job, one day she had to stop by and she had to go to know the accounting of other companies. When she arrived at Jack's studio, half an hour after leaving Gramma, she was much better, she felt optimistic and the tears had already disappeared. She got out of her car with a smile, didn't know how Jack would take it, She just expected him to support her at all times, she greet the doorman who looked at her a little surprised, went into the elevator and set the number 3. The doors closed, she looked in the mirror and fixed her shirt a little wrinkled, the beep that she had already reached the third floor frightened her a little, but under this quickly. The door was adjusted so it entered without touching, if the mark was not placed on the door plate it meant that it was not with any customer and so could enter without any problem. She didn't see anyone once inside, Violet walked all over the main area without finding anyone, she frowned, as it could be that the door was open and inside there was no one, it didn't make sense. Suddenly hear a woman's cry and she worried, the sound thought she had heard it from the back, walked there and realized that the screaming sounds were even louder, but she had to take a little pinch to make her realize that they weren't really screaming, they were gasps and groans. Oh, no. Sh just hoped it was anything but what she thought, with the shaky body and her eyes full of tears, she came a little closer to the door, she's got a little window in half. Violet had to take several deep breaths, while listening to groans and growls of man before she could take the necessary strength to see through the window. On a red armchair was a man and a woman, the woman was on him turning her back on the door, her long, silky black hair being taken hard by the man's fingers. She saw in slow motion how the man carried his head up to the woman's neck and saw clearly how Jack's blond curls were there. She covered his mouth with his trembling hands, it couldn't be true, Jack couldn't be doing that to him! As if she had summoned him, his eyes looked at her through the window, opened like plates, and threw the woman aside. "Violet honey, it's not what you think!" He got up screaming as he sought his underwear. The woman wanted the floor to swallow her, she didn't want to be a spectator of a couple's fight, with parsimony I looked for her clothes as Jack left the room to look for the redhead who cried to seas. "Love is not what you believe," Jack begged, looking fearingly at Violet. "Isn't that what I think? " she asked in pain," I'm pretty sure, if that's what I think, how long have you been cheating on me? Jack couldn't answer. "Is this the first time you've done it? "Silence was all the response he got from the blond. She buffooned and let out a humorlesslaugh. "This is unbelievable, I would never have expected it from you" Jack kept standing around and he was getting paler "I want you to go for all your stuff and go too far from me, I don't want to see you anymore in my life, and don't ask me to give you a chance to explain anything to me either, because that" she pointed out to the woman coming out of the room "that has no forgiveness" And just to say, he got ahead of the comb and got out of that place, could the day get any worse? was hoping no!