Chapter 7 A Circle
It was a beautiful love between two young people. It started with one warm tea brought in the morning to an office friend and continued with thousands of hot cups of tea sweetened by a teaspoon of honey. When people looked at them, they envied them this love and attachment. You could sense that it was a real deal and true love existed, while everything written in books, poems, and songs, wasn’t a lie.
Even their names were biblical. Even though they had sex like citizens of Sodom and Gomorrah. Adam and Eve. And just like Adam and Eve, they inherited a godlike sense of creation. And just as God’s, theirs was equally flawed.
In their twenties, they had simple office jobs, but by the time they were thirty they wanted to have their own business. They didn’t want to work for these big inhumane corporations that treated you like a piece of their thousand-piece puzzle. They wanted to be their bosses.
So they opened their restaurant, then another restaurant. After five years, they already had four restaurants. For the first few years, they were doing great. They got a 3 million mortgage for a house, another loan for the car, and another for beautiful and rare furniture and the newest kitchen and entertainment equipment. They lived like kings, drunk the most expensive alcohol, ate in restaurants, and went on the most luxurious holidays. They loved each other in their expensive clothes, jewelry, and watches. But every day, Adam made a cup of tea for his wife with a teaspoon of honey, and this hasn’t changed.
What changed was the market. Both didn’t know much about running a business, and restaurants just lost interest among clients. To their utter astonishment, they were forced to close one restaurant. To their disbelief, they had to shut the second one in just a few months. And they needed loans to maintain the two remaining ones. So they took one loan, then another, and by the end of the three-year period they had over ten loans in ten different banks. Some of them were taken to cover the mortgage payments, some to keep paying up the remaining loans. At some point, they lost track of how much in debt they were.
After ten years of living in prosperity, their forties were a bit of a nightmare. Every day they had dozens of calls from banks and creditors who over time bought their debts. Every day the stress of being chased just peaked, making them nervous wrecks and forcing them to stay awake at night. They had barely the money to cover employees’ salaries and the restaurants’ rent. But this also changed and they were forced to close even the remaining two.
The lowest point for Adam and Eve was when a bailiff entered their three-million house and took everything that he could - the furniture, expensive equipment, and the car, leaving them with an empty three-hundred square meter surface and a huge garden. They were unemployed and had no money. And millions in debt.
They both sat on the floor and looked at each other.
‘It will take us three lifetimes to pay this back.’, Adam summed up, looking at the excel table and calculating their debts.
Eve gasped, ‘Should we kill ourselves? People do this for less serious things.’
‘How would you like to kill yourself? By hanging? And me? Should I jump from the bridge? Will you shoot me?’
‘I want you to commit extended suicide. And kill me with you.’
They both laughed. No, they didn’t do this. They weren’t meant to.
Instead, Adam used some of his old contacts and managed to get himself an interview at DADANTI.
‘Can I recommend my wife?’
‘Of course, we are looking for good employees. We appreciate them.’
From their fifties, they were working for one of these big corporations. Their two salaries combined were enough for a mortgage installment, and that was it. It was a contrast from their young and luxurious life to a life where they had to take additional jobs to have money for food.
DADANTI was a good mother. It gave them money, it gave them an everyday dose of vitamins, providing fruit in the office. It gave them coffee from the coffee machine, milk for the cereals which they had for breakfast, leftover food from the conferences and client meetings (Adam made sure that he was in charge of those). It gave them sugar and toilet paper, and even an opportunity to use the office shower when their electricity and water bills were unpaid for a few months.
It gave them used and broken equipment, which they took instead of throwing them away. Adam and Eve were first to know when the office was going to have a renovation to be ready to take the old furniture to their own house.
So the insides of their beautiful three-million house were old office desks and kitchen cupboards, office chairs, office cups, pencils, and pens. They were all ears when other DADANTI’s employees were renovating their flats and throwing things away so they could take them for themselves. They also had this enormous collection of sex toys - a Christmas gift given to every DADANTI employee. And both, with Adam and Eve’s presents combined, they accumulated a lot of those. And actually, they were one of the few people in the office who used these things. They didn’t have money for holidays, cinema, restaurants, subscriptions, board, and computer games, so they used what was given for free. And they fucked like insane rabbits with an insane number of toys, despite having biblical names.
‘This job is such a shit,’ Michael, Adam’s colleague from the office complained about his hard day, ‘Sometimes I wish I had my own company and didn’t have to bother with these things… Kirk is dring me crazy about these missing penises. Have you heard about it? How the fuck should I know where they disappeared? Am I responsible for the supplies? It’s fucking shedding of the responsibility. You’ve been working here for years. How can you survive this?’
Adam was focusing on something else.
‘Is it raspberry?’ he was looking at the tea.
‘Yeah, I think they bought some new teas for the office yesterday.’
Adam smiled, thinking about taking a couple of bags home for his wife before leaving work. And maybe some honey.
Even their names were biblical. Even though they had sex like citizens of Sodom and Gomorrah. Adam and Eve. And just like Adam and Eve, they inherited a godlike sense of creation. And just as God’s, theirs was equally flawed.
In their twenties, they had simple office jobs, but by the time they were thirty they wanted to have their own business. They didn’t want to work for these big inhumane corporations that treated you like a piece of their thousand-piece puzzle. They wanted to be their bosses.
So they opened their restaurant, then another restaurant. After five years, they already had four restaurants. For the first few years, they were doing great. They got a 3 million mortgage for a house, another loan for the car, and another for beautiful and rare furniture and the newest kitchen and entertainment equipment. They lived like kings, drunk the most expensive alcohol, ate in restaurants, and went on the most luxurious holidays. They loved each other in their expensive clothes, jewelry, and watches. But every day, Adam made a cup of tea for his wife with a teaspoon of honey, and this hasn’t changed.
What changed was the market. Both didn’t know much about running a business, and restaurants just lost interest among clients. To their utter astonishment, they were forced to close one restaurant. To their disbelief, they had to shut the second one in just a few months. And they needed loans to maintain the two remaining ones. So they took one loan, then another, and by the end of the three-year period they had over ten loans in ten different banks. Some of them were taken to cover the mortgage payments, some to keep paying up the remaining loans. At some point, they lost track of how much in debt they were.
After ten years of living in prosperity, their forties were a bit of a nightmare. Every day they had dozens of calls from banks and creditors who over time bought their debts. Every day the stress of being chased just peaked, making them nervous wrecks and forcing them to stay awake at night. They had barely the money to cover employees’ salaries and the restaurants’ rent. But this also changed and they were forced to close even the remaining two.
The lowest point for Adam and Eve was when a bailiff entered their three-million house and took everything that he could - the furniture, expensive equipment, and the car, leaving them with an empty three-hundred square meter surface and a huge garden. They were unemployed and had no money. And millions in debt.
They both sat on the floor and looked at each other.
‘It will take us three lifetimes to pay this back.’, Adam summed up, looking at the excel table and calculating their debts.
Eve gasped, ‘Should we kill ourselves? People do this for less serious things.’
‘How would you like to kill yourself? By hanging? And me? Should I jump from the bridge? Will you shoot me?’
‘I want you to commit extended suicide. And kill me with you.’
They both laughed. No, they didn’t do this. They weren’t meant to.
Instead, Adam used some of his old contacts and managed to get himself an interview at DADANTI.
‘Can I recommend my wife?’
‘Of course, we are looking for good employees. We appreciate them.’
From their fifties, they were working for one of these big corporations. Their two salaries combined were enough for a mortgage installment, and that was it. It was a contrast from their young and luxurious life to a life where they had to take additional jobs to have money for food.
DADANTI was a good mother. It gave them money, it gave them an everyday dose of vitamins, providing fruit in the office. It gave them coffee from the coffee machine, milk for the cereals which they had for breakfast, leftover food from the conferences and client meetings (Adam made sure that he was in charge of those). It gave them sugar and toilet paper, and even an opportunity to use the office shower when their electricity and water bills were unpaid for a few months.
It gave them used and broken equipment, which they took instead of throwing them away. Adam and Eve were first to know when the office was going to have a renovation to be ready to take the old furniture to their own house.
So the insides of their beautiful three-million house were old office desks and kitchen cupboards, office chairs, office cups, pencils, and pens. They were all ears when other DADANTI’s employees were renovating their flats and throwing things away so they could take them for themselves. They also had this enormous collection of sex toys - a Christmas gift given to every DADANTI employee. And both, with Adam and Eve’s presents combined, they accumulated a lot of those. And actually, they were one of the few people in the office who used these things. They didn’t have money for holidays, cinema, restaurants, subscriptions, board, and computer games, so they used what was given for free. And they fucked like insane rabbits with an insane number of toys, despite having biblical names.
‘This job is such a shit,’ Michael, Adam’s colleague from the office complained about his hard day, ‘Sometimes I wish I had my own company and didn’t have to bother with these things… Kirk is dring me crazy about these missing penises. Have you heard about it? How the fuck should I know where they disappeared? Am I responsible for the supplies? It’s fucking shedding of the responsibility. You’ve been working here for years. How can you survive this?’
Adam was focusing on something else.
‘Is it raspberry?’ he was looking at the tea.
‘Yeah, I think they bought some new teas for the office yesterday.’
Adam smiled, thinking about taking a couple of bags home for his wife before leaving work. And maybe some honey.
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