DESLIZ del TIEMPO (English)

 "THANK you for coming, Miss Monserrat, we'll give you a call for the result," the secretary told Alexa. This is exactly the line usually used when transactions are most likely unlikely to happen, or worst negative. "Okay, ma'am. Thank you." Her shoulders dropped in clear disappointment as soon as she left the building. Looks like she ran out of luck here, too. She'd have to cross this one out of her job hiring lists, as well, without any gains. It's been five months since she started her search for job vacancies, however within those months she had only received hopeful lines such as this one. Her ears almost bled from hearing the same and repetitive dialogue for the nth time. Do they even think how it's already becoming a stereotype? They didn't even bother to consider altering a f

 She choked out a gasp. Air gently filled her lungs once the mansion, in all its glory, came to view. Just a few meters away while riding a carriage, she could see the entirety of the tremendous house— it was coated with pure white paint all over its exterior walls and had a red, lofty tiled roof; the color had gotten dull over the years. The place distinguished itself from the surrounding grove of trees. Like a king overlooking from his palace. "Is that the mansion?" Alexa asked the woman sitting next to her. "Yes, Señorita, that is your home," the old man filled in. The carriage stopped in front of a large door made of good quality wood.