Until his last breath. Chapter One. Ugly faces
In the American state of New Jersey, the state where beauty meets money and business, my original home and the one in which I live is a stranger. I am David Mauer, whose family descends from the Lenape tribe, originating in the state of New Jersey
I work here at an Atlanta company, one of the largest companies in the United States in the field of construction and contracting, a giant company founded by David Black, a businessman and billionaire, who is said to come from the Netherlands or France, but he was able to establish the giant company on the corpses and blood of indigenous people
Sorry, I forgot to tell you that I work as a cleaner in a giant company that employs nearly a thousand men and women, but they are not like men, and women are not like women
Mr. David Black is skilled at selecting the company's male and female employees. Beautiful, charming women and truly obedient men who carry out orders with precision and care. Most of the company's employees are often of European origins. Mr. David is very careful about this matter. A few of them are of American origins, except that I am the only one who descends from the Lenape tribe, originally from New Jersey. My father and grandfather told me a lot about Mr. David, how he came to America and how he was able to create that economic empire from the blood of the poor people of the tribe
I used to listen to the stories without any interest or indifference until my father died, then my grandfather followed him shortly after him, and they were all my family or all that was left of my family. After the death of my grandfather, a friend of my father took me when I was nineteen years old to the Atlanta company that needed cleaning workers, and this is something I can do as long as I leave the craft of agriculture and collecting nuts that I, my father, and my grandfather used to work in after Mr. David took from us the land on which we used to farm and eat from it little by little
The land was gone, as was my father, and my grandfather followed him. All I had left was a small house on the outskirts of the city. I worked in the company as a cleaner. Everyone looked at me as if I did not exist, as if I was nothing, but I was happy despite the hard work and cleaning offices and bathrooms. I was happy when I was among dozens, even hundreds, of these charming women
Everyone does not see me, everyone just orders. Even my name is not spoken on tongues. My name is David, after Mr. David Black, the owner of the company. Everyone calls me Mawr. The beauty surrounding me from those seductive whores made me feel happy and ecstatic. Everyone did not see me, but I was watching everyone. I spent all my time with them, peeping at them, knowing who loved who and who was having sex with whom. I spied on them in the offices and in the bathrooms, listening to the seductive women having sex. At noon, then I go into the bathroom, wipe off the water and sweat, and hold my penis until I ejaculate while imagining that I am with them, against them, against all of them
I was so silent that some people thought I was mute. I used to work in silence, watch in silence, and ejaculate in silence. A day or two would pass without me speaking. It was not my problem and I did not prefer silence, but it seemed that I had become accustomed to receiving orders and working in silence.....