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“Corinne, I'm sorry for what you've had to endure.”
“What do you say?”
“I'm talking about that obsessed old man.”
“I don't understand.”
“Woman. The lascivious gestures, the macho comments...”
“But I liked him. I was just pretending to be interesting. I didn't want him to think I was a chippy woman.”
A drop of sweat rushed down Peter's left temple.
"This buddy is silly. Whoever understands her buys her. Where do they get the camera operators?".
Peter drove the van back to the hotel. Corinne was still painting his nails on the co-driver's seat, this time in a strange violet shade.
You have to drink a lot to become an Oxford-Cambridge University professor.
According to Peter, until now the report had two good things and one bad. The two good things were always hanging on Corinne's front. The bad thing was the exhaustion of travelling to such scattered and disparate locations all over the world. At times like this he remembered his boss very much, while Mr. Belvedere enjoyed all the pleasures of the comfortable office, they moved more than a mint candy in a child's mouth.