Friday, 18th June 1993

                                    

                                          
            
                          
"Dear Fosca, are you all right?"
                          
"My head is spinning" she replied with her usual hateful little voice.
                          
"And let it run!"
                          
Really a gentleman Miguel, and when Marco was away it went even worse, as if he lacked a lung for breathing.
                          
"And you've just came back from an holiday week! You're better shape than me!"
                          
Not so difficult.
                          
"At least you were on cruise, while I had to present my fiancée to my parents living in Spain. I couldn't wait to get back to work, at least here every now and then I can do what I want!"
                          
"It must be the air conditioning, it's too high Miguel."
                          
That was a point he wasn't willing to discuss about, in any way and with anyone.
                          
"Do you want me to get you something?" I asked her in the maximum fair play.
                          
"Yes, water."
                          
I was getting up for satisfying her desire to be always fully served in every direction possible when Miguel instantly blocked me.
                          
"Don't move."
                          
"But..."
                          
"Luca!!!"
                          
Nothing, better nobody.
                          
"But where is he gone?!"
                          
Then he changed tactics:
                          
"Vanessa!!!"
                          
Miss natural and sincere effervescence soon appeared.
                          
"Here I am."
                          
"Why didn't you answer before?!"
                          
"My name is Luca?"
                          
"True, you're right" he realized with a resigned tone. Took a breath he then counterattacked:
                          
"Where did he hide himself this time?!"
                          
"Why are you asking me? Am I his boss now?"
                          
Vanessa didn't know the fear, but not even the rudeness. And Miguel liked that kind of people, full of temper and energy.
                          
Understood to be mistaken for her he gladly took a step back.
                          
"Ciao Vanessa."
                          
"Ciao Miguel", then she smiled at him.
                          
"How are you today Vanessa?"
                          
"Well, but you bothered me."
                          
"You're right my dear. Could you bring us some water, tea and coffee, please?"
                          
"Yes, boss!"
                          
My dear colleague came back soon. When Miguel saw his coffee went into ecstasy, then he opened the drawer looking for who knows what.
                          
"Miguel, it's here."
                          
"Thank you Vanessa, you're my treasure."
                          
His irreplaceable assistant brought him also the sweetener, he thought inside the desk actually forgot around. And she thought of everything without telling him anything, without asking unnecessary thanks, as always and differently from Luca.
                          
Miguel, once poured two sweet pills inside the coffee, felt himself obliged to involve me also in that gesture:
                          
"Giulia, I'm on a diet."
                          
"Aren't you well?"
                          
"My fiancée scolded me."
                          
"Why? If I can ask."