The angel from hell

DANNA DAVE

- Miss Dave, can we start throwing the rose petals? – I heard the copilot's voice in the earpiece that covered my ears.

- Yes. – I replied, anxiously.

Upon my confirmation, the other two crew members began to throw the natural petals that were organized in pure silk bags, causing a shower of red petals to fall on the house of Jax Gatti, my Fine Arts professor at the College of Fine Arts. Arts.

I smiled contentedly from the top of the helicopter as I noticed people coming out of their tiny, simple houses, completely impressed by the scene.

- Can we get closer? – I asked into the microphone, while my eyes reached the pilot in front, who briefly turned towards me.

- No, Miss Dave. Any closer than this is not safe.

- I need to see better the reaction of... The person inside the house. – I explained.

- There's no way, miss.

- Of course there is! – I contested – I pay twice as much as agreed. – I proposed.

- It's not safe! – The copilot looked at the pilot, interjecting into the conversation.

- I demand that they put me closer to the house. – I spoke clearly.

- We can't do this, Miss Dave.

I snorted, certain that they wouldn't come any closer, not for all the money in the world. I hated people in general ... But people who were ethical and had a sense of responsibility repulsed me. Those that are not “purchasable” then... They could be extinct from the world.

When the third bag was emptied and I looked at the red roof of petals as well as part of the yard and street where Jax lived, I thought I could have invested in more petals.

Finally, when I saw that I had put on a real show and caught the attention of everyone in the lower middle class neighborhood where the man lived, I was satisfied and ordered the pilot to take me back to base.

As I got into the limo, I called the dealership:

- Hello! It's Danna Dave.

- Oh, Mrs. Dave. Wait a second, I'm passing your call on to our manager.

- Be quick, please, as I don't have time to waste. – I rolled my eyes, bored.

As soon as the manager answered, he said:

- Miss Dave, we've already arranged everything.

- Almost two minutes for someone to bring the phone to you? – I was incredulous – Have you ever heard of an extension or hotline?

- Ah, yes... I'm sorry for wasting your precious time, Miss Dave, but we are arranging the line via extensions. Would you like my cell phone to facilitate our communication next time?

- Next time? – I laughed – Do you really think I’ll do business with you next time? Two minutes of my time waiting for someone to take the phone... This is the most absurd thing I've ever seen in my life.

- I humbly apologize, miss. And I take this opportunity to ensure that the car has already been delivered to the requested address, with the large bow and card.

- Who received it?

- A woman.

- Did they hand deliver the card to her?

- Yes, as requested.

- Excellent!

- But we have a problem, Miss Dave...

- A problem? – I raised my eyebrow, furious – I don’t work with problems.

- The woman told us to collect the car and bring it back. This was minutes after we delivered.

I laughed, thinking it was perfect. Then I asked: