The last hope ch46

Rima

was a young Dimitri, like many young men, arrogant, who believed that he would change the course of literature through his writings and revolutionize everything, while I was a young girl who needed jobs.

After many missteps, I found a simple job. I was in charge of cleaning the office, the trash inside, cleaning the offices of the editors and the editor-in-chief, who was almost 50 years old and no more new to raise in life. The arrival of the young Dmitry was like new blood to be pumped into the newspaper that had stopped developing and became the newspaper and editor-in-chief in a difficult position for the owners of the newspaper who wanted a new push or a closing, but it seemed she had no ideas.

When Dmitri walked in, I had become his secretary, and I had given him all my time, and it was one of the other things I did for the money so I could finish school, and I might have that job because there was no other, especially because there were no guarantees, but I was always Rima the dreamer.

And Dmitri became my dream from the moment I first saw him, even though I knew that he was an arrogant, opportunistic boy, and in a short time he became the president's boyfriend. With her, he was confident in carrying out his plan and his dreams. The fact is, she managed largely to raise the newspaper's sales, but it was never enough to change the fate of the place.

And I was terrified of losing that job I was in no position to lose any money at all after my mother had become a dead ghost and two children who needed help were cooperating with me, especially in the evening while working at the newspaper and in the morning I was working in retail.

I saw him as pompous from the first moment, but he was able to convince the board of directors of the newspaper himself and his ideas. Over time, he was able to impose himself on everything that was going on at a normal pace when I saw him do it and get rid of his mistress chief in a phone call The leak of a call to her caused a scandal throughout the literary world after he spoke very badly about the best seller list and accused a famous writer and publisher.

I read the literary articles and critique that the old woman is facing everywhere, until she disappeared from the editorinchief and stayed at home waiting for Dmitri to return to her after taking office. I was amazed, however, that she never gave up her relationship with him, as she was hopelessly. I was amazed that my mother, despite my father abandoning us, refused for years to say a word against him, even though I was doing.

Day after day, I was in his aura, which, although ugly, could not be escaped over time. His help became perhaps because I was doing everything he wanted, because I didn't leave work like the rest of the editor and decided to stay with him until the end, or maybe out of fear of not finding another job at a time when the economy was not good and everyone was afraid of losing jobs.

At a time when the economy was not good and everyone was afraid of losing jobs, I accepted the job despite the cut in the salary and I got another job I was doing on weekends. Then over time, I was spending weekends in the newspaper too. Dmitri and Hisham, this dark writer who suffers from the only ones who are alone in that place, were I prepared to show people in their new form and it works with the time and the demand is rising.

And there are some editors who need to be trained, because Dimitri wanted to work under his own editors, and then there was a celebration in the paper that included literary figures who would become literary figures.

Within a few years, Dimitri's name was so shiny, she kept the former editor there waiting for his return, which was twice a week, once, and months later he disappeared.

I was amazed at the need to return to her again. I was furious when I learned that in a new relationship everyone knew his endless fantasities and demands. At that time my mother died, my brothers went away and I became completely alone and without any friends.

He remained faithful to her in some way until she died. At that time, only he took care of her burial, at her request, because all her family had abandoned her in the past. There was only him and me near her grave. Strangely, her children suddenly appeared and filed a fraud case against Dmitri. It was discovered that the grand house that belonged to her was his, along with a considerable amount of money she had saved from more than 30 years of constant work.

It took a few months until the dispute ended for Dmitri, and a lot more and more situation changed. I saw him fly away until he was evening, while he finished his rehearsals of the new issue of the magazine. I had to hold my hand firmly to stay with him. I wanted to reject his request with my mind. But my heart refused to listen to reason. Our relationship was strange and harmonic. I felt I knew him with all his good and ugly things.

To my surprise, he only entered the old woman's house after she died with me. I bought new furniture. I put all the old woman's decoration in the basement, even though it was too expensive. We wanted to start over and never remember her. Although he promised to visit her grave, he gave up his oath to her and never went back there.

And I took care of it, and it was going to be like this for years, until I told him one night about my first child, and I was very willing to fight for this little boy, but he didn't resist much, and we had the wedding inside the church without anyone from our family present, and we had a little celebration in the newspaper before everyone came back to work.

I learned of his whims as he gave birth to our second and third child as well, and I grew in weight and my body changed and he had mistresses. I thought a lot about leaving and leaving, surrender and start again. But the wound deeply prevented me from that. And worse, when that girl presented Safia and changed him again, despite fifteen years of marriage, I did not see him this happy. And I knew that he was with her in one of the hotels. Hisham was my only friend and the loyal one I trusted was the only one who refused to remain a blind woman forever