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“I already told Mr. Applestone that my plans do not include his company!” Not in any place or in any form! I don't dare disturb you! – opened the portal and rushed home. My home is my fortress, and I don’t care that it’s not really mine at all, the main thing is that I can finally let myself go and wear myself out to my heart’s content. Sometimes it is necessary. And I certainly have a reason. Lots of reasons. A mountain of reins the size of Fuji and Everest, stacked on top of each other. A sea of reasons, the tides of which will reach the top of this mountain. And let it all go to waste!

I sobbed, sitting on the floor in front of the chair and folding my hands on it, stupidly, awkwardly, but I had no strength left to walk to the bedroom. No washing, no changing clothes. Why is everything so stupid? Why are men so… like this? And Charlotte, the real one, is so… so that all sorts of… all sorts of wrong people flock to her!

And why is there no time at all to do something, fix it, improve it? Three damn days. They will flash by just as stupidly as today, with Applestone's thoughts about life and Norwood's remarks about my joint plans with this idiot. "You only live once"! What do you know about life, brat?! I found a great tragedy – a survey with a professor! And that one… too…

My thoughts completely ran away, leaving only sobs, and then I had no strength left to sob. I sobbed and howled, then it was as if I heard myself from the side and… got scared.

I've never been so unstuck before. Even when the sneaky asshole Mike traded me for Sydney. Even when I had to leave the first good job in my life. Or is this also a greeting from the real Charlotte? But it wasn’t enough to become a hysterical fool!

Although… I won’t have time.

And I cried again, this time quietly, horrified by the overwhelming feeling of hopelessness.

I don’t know how much time passed when I realized that some kind of obsessive noise that distracted me from tears and suffering was a knock on the door.

And who could be there? I wasn’t expecting anyone, except perhaps some acquaintances or friends of Charlotte? Do I need them here? I don’t know them, so how am I going to get out?

But there really is enough crying. There was a handkerchief somewhere in the bag. Or should I still make it to the bathroom? Or some tea first?

– Miss Blair, open up! Don’t force me to yell at the whole street and tear down your doors.

What? I mean… who?! Norwood is here?!

By the time she reached the door, she crashed into the door frame and almost knocked over a hanger in the hallway. My legs couldn't hold me up. And what brought it now? I would like some strong sweet tea, maybe even throw in a sip of cognac, and go to sleep. Don't explain yourself to your superiors. Probably dissatisfied with my sudden departure from my workplace.

So I’ll take it and tell him the whole truth. About three days. Let him also understand, why should I suffer and worry alone?

I opened the door and silently stared at Norwood's face. No, it doesn’t look like he came to scold me. Why would you, really? I could speak out about discipline and working hours tomorrow morning. And what does he need then? Silent. He just looks at me like he first saw me. Well, yes, such a roaring and probably swollen beauty, perhaps for the first time.

“I see,” Norwood finally said. – Bag. – He shoved my own bag into my hands – I only now realized that I had run away from work, leaving behind both my bag and my raincoat with boots. Taking him by the shoulders, he gently pushed him out of the way. – Where do you have the potions?

– What potions? – I remembered the first point of my plan, took a handkerchief from my bag, furiously wiped my eyes, blew my nose and stared at Norwood.

– different. First aid and others. First aid kit. Medicines,” he explained, as if mentally retarded.

“I don’t know,” I answered indifferently. – I think it's in the bathroom. Or in the kitchen.

“Great,” Norwood entered and closed the door behind him, as if he doubted that I was able to do this. He opened a portal and disappeared.

Well, why did you come? Okay, I'll find out later. Or I won’t find out what the difference is. So, what's next in my grand plans? Wash and tea? I also don’t know where Charlotte gets cognac and whether she has it at all. So, we'll look. Just like a first aid kit, you really need to find out where it is and what it is. Maybe there’s something there for a hangover, then I’ll get drunk.

Then Norwood appeared again, with a flat black case, and silently walked into the living room. And from there, it seems, to the kitchen. What is going on? Ask? No, wash your face first.