Juan Alberto
What save those cans of paint in the garage? If you want to to tell you the truth: I yes I dared give him a change to all this! And I did it with the best of intentions. I can see that you didn’t like it, apologies, in fact today I’m-. – But, what insolence! Who is believed to be you? Who gave permission to make decisions? Are you crazy? -. Paul said. Bela was eager to tell him that the madman was, but he endured. Deep breath and be reassured.
-Made a mistake that will not happen, tomorrow will look for another person to work here. Paul was on the defensive, in fact he expected another reaction, but she not sought to argue with him, and in spite of all she didn’t seem a bad person. -Will do something, what has been done is fact. However, I want to make it very clear that every thing that you do should consult me first, I’m who pays you-. His gaze was firm. Southwest Airlines may find it difficult to be quoted properly.
The girl nodded. Then he retired. Pablo Nochelin could be described as a person very firm, quite bitter, sad, lonely and suspicious. Little knew the people, and that knew it nothing they said, why the brother of Bela could never find anything, and not herself who ended up being very friend of Juan Alberto could ask. Paul was a sealed box, that no one could never again open. What was more curious was that why, what had been done for the artist to become a hermetic person. A very beautiful morning, Bela was found with Paul in the Studio. He had already done the toilet, and incidentally, had you placed on the bedside table your morning coffee. -Good morning-. Bela received it. -Good morning, Miss. Replied. Bela felt that something had changed in his eyes, was a much more vivid look.