13) She's not different, she's crazy

MATTHEW'S POINT OF VIEW

"Your sister does Circuit Training." - Ian raises his head across the desk,

making me shrug indifferently.

"So what?" - I ask with a frown, not understanding how this can help us now.

"Let's add it to the activities of the gym." -he clarifies raising his hands in the air, but his

idea does not seem absurd at all, so I straighten my back, and then lean my shoulders

to the back of the chair.

"The more customers we have, the more profits we get. "- I think aloud, while Ian nods quickly, then

hurries to add:

«And we don't have to spend on new tools!» - he observes in turn, making me snap my

tongue on the palate and start writing Ian's idea.

"Fucking brilliant." - I whisper after a couple of seconds, although I know it will be difficult to

get my sister to do me a favor and become a personal trainer, especially after the

fight we had this morning after my snake finished under her bed.

"Are you free on Saturday?" - he asks after a couple of seconds, while I shake my head absently.

My father may have trusted me this place for my boxing past, but only now

I understand what it means to run such a large gym.

Several times in these days I have thought about resigning and leave everything, but I can't disappoint my father ... again.

"Let's go camping." -he makes me understand with an enthusiastic tone.

"Camping?" - I ask with indifference and even more distracted than before, studying all that

that I just put in writing.

I know little about Ian, but I'm a sophisticated type and definitely not a nature lover.

He nods at my words to confirm his invitation, but, even if I'm having a hard time, I must admit it I like this guy's company, so I just shrug and

move my head to approve.

"Good." - he breathes a sigh of relief, resuming fiddling with the pencil between his fingers,

to then assume a thoughtful expression.

I follow his movements sideways, frowning when I see him nod again without saying anything.

I don't know how the fuck I trusted him, but the fact that he has almost doubled the revenue in this gym so far is enough for me

.

I don't know if it was really a coincidence like he said when he showed up, but he has

managed to convince me and I hired him instantly when he said he ran three gyms

in the past.

"Charlie will have fun." - he whispers slowly, making me jump my head up to hear the

name of that annoying girl.

If only she didn't have so many clients in this gym, I would have fired her the day I met her, not only because she showed up an hour late, but mostly for being so fucking stubborn.

I have learned to deal with women who do not find the courage to look at me

in my eye when I intimidate them, but the more I try to threaten that bitch the more she finds the courage to

challenge me.

"Charlie?" - I ask without being able to restrain myself:

"What do you have to do with her? " - my voice comes out so cold that I regret my

attitude soon after I talk, but I noticed how he tried to get close to Charlotte these days and

I don't like that my partner is having an affair with that woman.

"She ..." - he shrugs while visibly trying to find a justification, while I

continue to fiddle with the pencil between my fingers:

"I like her." - he suddenly admits, making me straighten my back instantly when

I realize what it says.

"Are you kidding?" - I burst out laughing without being able to restrain myself, while I squeeze the pen

between my fingers when I notice that his expression is serious and almost offended by my

reaction.

«She is a beautiful woman.» - he tries to convince me with a tone so dark that the smile dies on my lips and I return to assume an indifferent expression, letting him say

bullshit that only he believes in.

Charlotte is not beautiful. She's a bitch who acts like a tomboy.

If I hadn't seen her almost naked in her office I would have questioned the fact that she has boobs

instead of balls.

She hides her ass behind those depressing sweatshirts like she's allergic to the sun.

She is afraid of being seen, but she does not know that noone would put hos eyes on her: if there exist women like my cousin, those like Charlie are to be avoided.

"It's different from the whores who come to the gym." - this time he points the index finger at me

to make me understand that he is right, while at his words I sigh heavily, annoyed and

amgry at the same time, as the memory of Charlie throwing a book at me builds up

space in my head.

She's not a whore but she's so wild she tried to kill me just to be

entered her office without knocking.

She is no different, she is crazy. Instead of being a dietician she should be locked up in a

mental hospital.

Or in a health club to treat her nails like a desirable and healthy woman's

mind would.

«She's also sweet.» - he continues to talk to himself, while looking at me sideways to study

my attitude for I don't know what reason, but my expression remains neutral throughout

time, just to let him know I don't give a shit about his Charlotte.

That bitch may be sweet with him, but since the day I met her she hasn't

done nothing but answer me sour and disgrace me as if I were not her boss and as if she

had her period thirty days out of thirty.

"And you?" - I return to reality and meet his eyes again when I realize he is trying to

get my attention.

"I what?" - I ask with a frown, holding the pencil in my fingers again when it snaps

the tongue on the palate:

"What do you think of Charlie?" - he asks in such a provocative tone that I raise a

eyebrow at his bullshit, as if he really wanted me to say he's right.

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