A Romantic Apostrophe: Near-Nothing

A friend narrates his special co-worker's struggle to negotiate between two office-ladies/lovers in what became a 'game' for (incomplete-line) dowry.

A tale of love counted as dialysis, drawing on the negotiation-complexity Romanticism 'superstition' concepts from the complex relationship-distances film/story Your Friends and Neighbors (Neil LaBute), which I hope you like, 

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My name's Marcus Raki, and I've a special 'faerie-tale' to recount, about my office-space co-worker friend (Mr. Amlan Satan) who tried to negotiate a Romanticism-border with two of our lovely (American) office-space ladies (Ezzy/Lizzy) that rendered him a special/unique 'black-and-white' visage male of incomplete-distances readings of Selfie-culture courtship/relationship 'shadows' or 'games' in mod-Homeland dilutions. Please follow along.

EZZY: You want me to go on a V-Day brunch (Olive Garden) after you pay me.

SATAN (Amlan): I'm certain, dear, you're the drawing-muse for my lifespan!

EZZY: I'm to compromise my personal 'doubt' after conceding this money-desire.

SATAN (Amlan): No strings with fortune-readings aside, and makes Selfie-arts.

EZZY: Sounds like a ploy for male-wage in an office-shadowy renumeration-IQ.

SATAN (Amlan): I assure you...it's diamond-insurance for both our dialysis (IQ).

EZZY: Fine (drawings).

LIZZY: First you took Ezzy on a (prepaid?) wage-brunch for Italian-pleasure(s).

SATAN (Amlan): I'm counting-cards, and letting the 'angels' make mark of choices!

LIZZY: This sounds like an office-seasons wage-game for what's love-funnies, man.

SATAN (Amlan): I'm certain, Lizzy, that you (and Ezzy!) will complete my note.

LIZZY: I think you meant, "You or Ezzy," Satan my dear.

SATAN (Amlan): The 'game' counts as a line-reading for incomplete-readings (IQ).

LIZZY: For what, man?
SATAN (Amlan): Space 'work' dialysis (ha).

LIZZY: Fine.

I was told of this full-examination 'agenda' and counseled my good-buddy (Mr. Amlan Satan) in what was certainly an office space-share 'game' of incomplete-lines for lifestyle-bound Romanticism quests and made 'toast' of my special non-Iago potential-contribution (counsel) with a world-exchange 'symbolic' culinary-treat soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate and hoped (earnestly) that Satan (Amlan!) would find some hospitality-reading in this contoured-dual 'shadow' language for fortune blended (cleverly) with male-female dialysis. Would Satan procure that diner-plate 'hologram' he humbly sought to procure with his bureaucracy-arts for leviathan? What do you think happened...and was it Facebook like (hmmm)?

ME: Who liked their brunch more?

COWORKER: I think Lizzy thought her pepper-beef (Asian) platter superior.

ME: What did Ezzy eat?
COWORKER: Calamari and lasagna (Italian), friend.

ME: Sounds like a Selfie-humor line for (incomplete) dialysis.

COWORKER: What will you advise Mr. Satan, friend?

ME: I feel like Paul Bunyan (for Facebook).

I honestly remain uncertain what happened. I do notice, every now and then, Lizzy/Ezzy walking-by and smiling, sometimes nicely, at my good-buddy (Satan) in our office-place. Everything's hush-hush. No one (actually!) knows if either reciprocated on Mr. Amlan Satan's 'dowry-line' for bureaucracy-arts, and we make wagers (every now and then), that somehow our office-space's become (somehow) more...discrete (Facebook like).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)