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The Exit

By Laila Bouinidane 2009


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Chapter I: a hectic day…..….……07 Chapter II: Betrayal…..………….….22 Chapter III :The puzzle……….….39 Chapter IV :endless agony….….45 Chapter V :the intrusion…………53 Chapter V :the soulmate….……..66 Chapter VI :the exit…..…………….75



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Chapter I : A hectic day Two Amazon parrots, a turquoise blue one and another yellowish gree, were flapping their wings frantically as if to coax Morgana to wake up and open the wooden window allowing them to stretch their feathers in day light. In stubborn insistence, the birds were, now and again,twittering while clenching their beaks inside the ash grey cage that was hanging at the corner of the ivory white cell. A drawling white curtain

was swaying heavily to the rhythm of the whispers of the winds outside. The parrots were growing more and more nervous with the dead inertion that overwhelmed the place. For a moment, the lightening slashed into the room through the window’saperture in successive light flashes. The thunder cleft the sky in an uproar that was likely to terrify the most daring souls. The sound was so scary that Morgana could not help getting up thinking it was the morning alarm that she had set on the eve before getting to bed. Inside, her heart beats were knocking like a hammer. She woke up, yawning and stretching, and drew the flimsy curtain away. She wasfeeling worn-out and her face was fade. Shuddering at the thought of being late for work, she put on her suit in a rush and gave herself a quick glance at the mirror while sipping her morning coffee. Before stepping out, she muttered few Coranic verses hoping it will be a better day.

She banged the door closed and barged into the stairs leading to the exit lane. Once arrived, she wentinside, in the most discreet fashion, lest she be interrupted by the prying colleagues commenting on her lack of discipline. As soon as she set her step inside her office, the phone rang to convene her to the boss’s desk. She snatched few seconds to clear her voice and take a ragged breath before vanishing into the lavishly decorated office. Once could hear her quick foot steps hammering the glossilypolished floor, suddenly the stiletto heels scratched the ground in a deafening creak. She stumbled and was about to fall. Mr. Mackenzie commented wryly on her brisk pace. Mr. Mackenzie is a dark skinned tall middle-aged man with a long face and a creased forehead. His feigned smile would wipe out the sad expression in his face.

“Did you break a leg, Miss Morgana?” he questioned in an awrysmile. “No, it’s ok sir!” she answered nodding numbly. “ I have an exercise for you and if you succeed it, you will be rewarded” he went on “I need you to prepare the annual report of our enterprise, you know that our activities are in keeping with the quality management system ISO 9000, the report should be drafted accordingly and I need it tomorrow by noon.” He drawled. “Ok sir!” she retortedlike a robot. As she was heading to the lane, she took a glimpse of Mrs Aida’s strawy hair. With her pale face, creased forhead, ragged hair and a purposefully protracted chest, she more resembles to the witch with the flying broomstick. She is the epitome of roguery in her overtly artificial gestures. She is all the

more so when she haughtily treads around thinking she’s Miss Universe,making an ass of herself as she strides like a peacock. At the sight of Morgana, she casted an awry look at her glossy dress and greeted her with a half-smile and a head held high like a Victorian age dutchess. Mrs Aida was a very discreet woman, yet in her greed for power and money she broached insanity. She is ready to play all her cards, be it her children and family, to get what she’s craving...
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