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He was walking down the corridor from which I had sat on the floor trying once again to solve our failure about what would be the ideal concept to define that place. He seemed focused on how he was going to close the cycle of that model, he ran his hand over his hair to have a more serious posture and instead he was extremely sexy. Alex had planned all that place, spent hours analyzing the model of the hotel and then left with Matt went somewhere in the base tranquility.
the objective was to leave that place as close to the stars as it seems, but there were several departments to resolve the issue.
One was mine; Ensure that the environment did not look like a lunar capsule with the security team anymore, that nothing was so simple. And in that corridor that looked more like a star wars scenario, it wasn't easy for anyone.
It should look like this with the lunar surface. Later I got out of the bath I saw a man who appeared to be him walking down the corridor I turned around I took some medicine and I threw myself on the bed I thought of confronting him but I was too stoned to get up and continues all this paranoia and between the flashes of waking up and sleeping I had the impression of seeing him in my room picking up something above my head, I don't know if it was more of a dream or the frustration of not being able to stay calm.


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In the morning

Another day passed with no windows to open, no children or birds to warn that it was another day and that everything would be fine. I could hear the piano playing so far away that I miss the children! I thought while drinking coffee alone in the kitchen.

The facilities would be ready before midnight. I couldn't believe that a month had passed since a male voice came into the kitchen, he was looking for coffee and saying good morning to me, a rare thing to happen!

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  the devices were on it would be our last night there, so why not enjoy it?                    


We were all prepared.

The station would finally open its doors, it had been insane days, but now everything would be back to normal we had finally finished the project of tranquily base hotel and casino now it would be just handing over the keys to the owner and waiting for the repercussions from the fans.we can finally celebrate and that's what we did !!! from the euphoria to the part where everyone gets sentimental and there he was playing pool and, although he was drunk, I still don’t have the courage to reach him, I thought as Mirian continued talking and when I looked at him going somewhere and looking at me, I thought again "fuck today is the last day here!"
I saw him from a distance walking down a corridor and that red light made me a little confused, would it be dangerous ?! but i was too involved to go back, so follow him until we pass the bedroom door and there he was having another drink when i realized i still had my drink in hand. He approached, every step that felt like my heart was going to leave my mouth, the drink left me with the feeling of being with my hands warm and my face even when he stopped in front of me and asked me "what do you want? " for a few seconds i thought of running away but he was in front of me and then i took another step forward his mouth seemed to hypnotize me and i believe he understood and then he passed his hand over my face his touch felt like a magnet. as if it activated something in me and your face getting closer the warmth of your mouth was an incredible night.

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