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He’s not a loser! – immediately objected hotly. – And he’ll give you back your damned money! – He has a business and a villa in Portugal, and…
I stopped mid-sentence. Something in his eyes changed. The features of the face remained hard, only… What «only», I could not explain to myself. There was an unpleasant, nasty feeling inside.
– Wipe the floor, and then cook the broth from the turkey, – putting the meat on the table, he threw it and went to the door. – To be ready in forty minutes.
– I’m not your servant!
– Yes, – he stopped. He frowned and nodded slightly. You are not my servant. You are nobody. So shut your mouth and get to work.
Chapter 4
Lounging in an armchair near the fireplace, Emil sipped rum. I stirred the dying coals and also sat down on the sofa. Obviously, something was wrong in the atmosphere, for the day turned out to be as chaotic as the previous night. I managed to sleep no more than an hour and a half, and in the evening I felt somewhat uncomfortable. Fortunately, the Italian girl was not as hopeless as I thought at first. The soup she cooked came in handy, as did the spaghetti she cooked on her own initiative. If it weren’t for her bad temper, she might have come out of something.