Fictional narrative piece :
Alessandro Del Piero crept up the stairway, clutching his shirt convulsively, and with foolish temerity, pushed the door ajar. He heard the clinking of bells from above, and felt the first breath of air-condition caress his skin. Twitching a curved smile, adjusting his attire, polishing his hair, Del Piero stepped in the office.
"May I look for the administration?" Del Piero mumbled a forced cry. The sporadic scribbling of pencil lead, and the constant chit-chatting of a few. "Hello?" Del Piero said again. There was nobody attending to him. A well-dressed, polished and clean-cut, tall and upright man sauntered into the lobby, sniggering in sarcasm " Do I smell a Jew?" Del Piero shuddered for a split second, and struggled to raise his hand. " Yes Sir, I am a Jew" . The man took a quick glance, and signalled for the security to bring him out.
Del Piero found himself lost for words, indignant. He attempted to convince the man to stay, but the burly security guards were gargantuan and completely blocked off his view. In a muffled voice, the security guard in the furbished suit gruntled " You leave this area on your own before your corpse does." Despondent but not surprised, Del Piero walked down the stairway, as he anticipated this would happen. He had even applied for the job of a garbage man, and a maid, but he was rejected. Del Piero just hoped in all his heart for humanity to be fair, and for Jews to be treated in sincere equality.
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