Bewilderment, decontrol , fear. There are a lot of feelings running over my head
while I venture in this dark room , but only the “Why” and “I
don't know” are the ones that really disrupt me , and well a pair
of souls that are spellbound to their “Job”.
I can't stop looking at them , both
laugh meanly , their shady face contrast with their grim smiles ,
don't really know if call it happiness or simply sadism.
I notice the agility in the way they
move those quills , making lines and waves on the paper , like if
they were writing names at a high speed and with a strong finishing
movement they seemed to reap the live of people. Is this what they
call art?
I have no doubt that while they work
they do transmit an emotions , and the only way I could describe it
would be as “ Desire of destruction”
The
ambiance starts to refresh , the rooms seems to cool down , so much
that a faint mist composed by their heat efforts.
I
still don't comprehend what I do standing in here , holding a quill
and a roll of cash. Might be the plea of that weird woman that since
she entered this room asked me to wait.
I
thought on getting close and have a look , but there is something
foul that repels me.
Sweat
, a sweated woman , some would think that's sexy , specially the
moment where the cloth gets tighter and transparent. At the moment
that's not the case , not for me ; the putrid smell might be the
responsible , even if I'm able to see her elegant black lace
brassiere under her shirt , I still scheme the best opportunity to
get out of here.
That
opportunity comes right now , I just have to get rid of the evidence
and open that door ; finally free from those things that force me to
stay , in the end it's not like I really care about the money.
Hey
Lloyd! We can't finish, could you help us with the beta?
Without
a doubt I heard her voice and I really wish my brain wouldn't relate
that name with me ; to be honest I have no desire to stay on this
room anymore , but I would have hate even more hearing her insistent
pleas till I would have gave in .
What
she wanted , I couldn't tell she instantly showed me the comic pages
and pointed some parts that were marked with an “x” from what I
could gather , my job is to paint black those parts.
I
sat as far away from those two as I could , still not sure why I
keep doing this and even less why this weirdos keep drawing with such
enthusiasm something that probably will never be publish. Well at
least in this page I only need to paint a tie....done , next
page...What were they thinking making so many people with black hair
on this page?! Black suits?! And what does this girl is doing on
this page , they honestly want me to paint that hair...isn't that the
character with the weird hair from that convention of odd
people?!....it's some sort of ...ritual or exorcisms , can't believe
in how many pages they used so many black colors , I'm going to
puke...
We
are done!
Everything
ready Lloyd we are finally done , you can publish it in your
magazine .
I
would never publish something like this on my magazine , my editorial
will never be stained with such disgusting job , besides....it's a
business and politics magazine and this can't be used as even a
cartoon on the satiric segment.
The
Name of my company might be “Abougan” but I would never advocate
for such stupid behavior.
Here
you go Lloyd.
This
time I won't give in to that smile , it doesn't matter what she
says nor what happens there is just no way I would do what she
wants...
Here
take it…
At
the end of that month…
I
don't want to see it , I know it's my magazine but..
Magazine
Name : CORPORATE ENLIGHTENMENT
First
page Title : New Doujin ,“WHISPER, Chronicle of a teenage Ninja”
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