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CHAPTER II

  THE VESS SANTINI.

  The study was Trovaperdi top floor of a historic building in central Accolville. It was not far from the Bar of Mario and the railway station, where there is a bar of good Pedro.

  As he climbed the stairs, Trovaperdi saw what Mario had told the bartender and said to himself: - It is possible that in this city there are all these niggers!, This has always been a very quiet area and because of damn Petro, Pedro, or whatever you call him, now I find myself all these niggas in my studio. What will my customers? -.

  That morning Trovaperdi did not take the elevator, and his thoughts did not allow him to feel comfortable and a little more movement in it was almost obligatory.

  At the halfway point of the staircase, another thought crossed his mind: the practice of Mike and Luiss was about to expire, should, therefore, absolutely put under pressure to lazy to Santino that, at the cost of not sleeping at night, would have to complete all as soon as possible.

  Poor Santino had become accustomed to harassment of his employer, this time, however, the practice being followed was very difficult to be completed in a short time and Trovaperdi was well aware of this. What I was not aware, or rather he did not want to know, was the fatigue and the stress it would put the poor farm worker.

  - As soon as I see you there! - He said, letting out of his mind, the thought that tormented him.

  - Where are my cigars! - Exclaimed, rummaging in the pockets of his jacket - I can not calm my nerves, but I find my Toscani cigars. Trovaperdi, in fact, could not stand the cheesy cigarettes smoked his collaborators. The cigars were a mark of distinction for him by his subordinates, so that would have gladly taken the nerve rather than smoking a cigarette of the common ones that its employees they would have offered with such deference.

  Together with these thoughts he reached the door of his study and felt very healthy deference to Judith, the cleaning lady, who was lingering than usual for a chat with Santino. He noted that his boss was in thought and greeted him with his usual grace.

  "Good morning, good morning," said Richard hurriedly, and so gruff, annoyed to see even before the entrance to his study, the cleaning lady. She could not bear, in fact, to see something different from the routine and in addition, he was not conceivable that the cleaning lady stopped to talk with his collaborator, especially in those days when Santino was to devote himself exclusively to his important and profitable practice .

  Trovaperdi entered his study and, like every morning, all employees should greet him first, and with great deference, he, however, could decide whether or not to respond to the greeting. That morning, because he was nervous, answered them all with only a cursory greeting and collective, then, exclaim: - Please come into my room immediately Santino! -.

  When Trovaperdi had thought nothing else existed.

  Richard's room was well furnished and spacious: the middle there was a large desk on which were placed the practices resolved by the study team and waiting to be viewed by the latter.

  Upon arriving in Trovaperdi room, as usual he put on his desk, clearly illustrated, two keys: the first was that of the new Maserati. - This is a car! - He said - as soon as he put the key on the desk and the second was that of his penthouse single rampant. "This is flat - he said - just the second key was placed next to the first.

  After a brief moment of satisfaction and relaxation, his eyes fell on new documents that Mike had left the studio. There they were well in evidence on his desk with a note that read: absolutely necessary for the practice dr. Trovaperdi. It was again agitated.

  - Where are my precious cigars! -, Suddenly exclaimed, as if searching for a medicine that raised him from unbearable pain.

  "Damn! Where are they now? I need to relax a little 'before and Organizing work, meanwhile, puffing rummaging in the various drawers in his room.

  - Never, ever, ever ask Santino's one of those disgusting cigarettes and cheesy! - He said, as his eyes fell again on the word "urgent" on the note that his staff had prepared.

  - Santino, good heavens! - He shouted, as if to find an outlet and then muttering: - Is it possible that it is so slow! I did call as soon as I entered the office and still you wait -.

  Suddenly there was a knock and a voice whispered: - I am a doctor! Excuse me but I was out to make an urgent recommended urgent -.

  He entered the room a boy with dark eyes and hair, dress simply and with so much to do. Obsequious to his head and ready to fulfill whatever he was entrusted. Santino, in addition to consider Trovaperdi very skillful in his profession, he was grateful for having taken as soon as it was presented in the studio, looking for work and this thing was repeated again and again that should never have been rebelling against the harassment of his employer work.

  The harassment, however, for the docility and the availability of Santino had increased significantly over time and with the new practice to be followed would become unbearable.

  - Do you think this is the time to return to the studio, lazy? - Addressed him - Do not you know before you go out you have to wait because I have some major tasks to be allocated? ". He spoke as if the most important tasks to be assigned were a source of pride for his career and good employee, when in fact it was known that it was only a greater workload for the poor Santino.

  - You have not seen this important document on my desk? It says "urgent." Obviously Trovaperdi omitted the fact that always follow the same practice was his name, not that of her late collaborator.

  - Alright - continued - now I will not stir me more than it already is. I can not even find my box of my expensive Cuban cigars -.

  - Ah! Those excellent cigars that I felt the other day? - Santino said.

  - Why did you smoked? -.

  - Yes, I'll after I had offered yourself a hurried practice Cacciaferri. Remember? -.

  Annoyed said: - Yes Maybe -. Actually began to look with suspicion his collaborator, remembering well the look of pleasure she had in one of its cigar smoking.

  Santino, after a moment of silence, he thought what he had to offer: - If it can relax, I can offer you one of my cigarettes -.

  Trovaperdi, as if he had received an insult, he ignored the offer received and taking the big falcon documents from his desk and handed it to Santino. - Get! - He said - This is the practice of other material and Luiss Mike. I recommend it is urgent. Everything must be done the day after tomorrow -.

  - The day after tomorrow? - Santino said scared - ... but still I have to finish to fix all the material of the previous days before writing the document -.

  - I spoke with Mike at the bar that I reiterated to finish everything on time you would otherwise miss the important business that he and his partner are following months. I would like to remind you that if that thing blows my name and also jumps to the study. You do not want this to happen, right? -.

  Santino, who was always grateful for that, although a bit 'distressed to think of the nights she had to do: - Of course not! I will work even at night. I'll try to finish everything on time -.

  - You have to give us this strength Santino - he said - Now go and get to work immediately so as not to miss even a minute! -.

  Having said that, without waiting for an answer, Trovaperdi was again in search of his cigars. The urgency of a case so important and the reliance on only Santino made him nervous. He, therefore, need to find his precious cigars.

  This practice was now urgent Trovaperdi.

  - Here they are! - Exclaimed suddenly, when he found the box of cigars under one of these various practices on his desk.

  While tasting the blessed and lit his cigar saw Santino's eyes watching him, behind the glass probably intrigued by the exclamation of joy of his head.

  - This still want my cigars and expresses his desire crazy look! - He thought, throwing a dirty look to his collaborator, who was forced to move away to avoid receiving the rebuke minutes lost.

  Finally, just behind his desk, once finished its relaxing and tasty cigar Trovaperdi, also reassured
by the sight already at work and abused his trusted Santino, he closed his eyes and fell asleep almost inadvertently.