He arrived at the office. The door was ajar. He pushed gently and quietly stepped forward, his record in hand. She was not there. A great silence reigned in the office of the Director of Corporate Communications. Only a small biip disturbed the silence and stated that the mailbox was filled with the urgent tasks at hand. iPhone on the desk and connected to the PC via its cable white Apple, displayed on its screen the circular motion of the update in court. Placed on the cabinet behind the chair of the executive, sat her purse. It seems limp and lifeless until a goddess come to seize it. He approached slowly, craning his neck to try to distinguish what it contained. Instead, this woman working girl in the professional and personal you it would be clearly defined a little more of his disturbing personality?. Ajar as a woman's sex, he hints at in its interior treasures privacy. The handbag of a woman is the gateway of an unknown world, fascinating and intimidating. His eyes went a little hesitant to face this mysterious world. It seemed to break a space in which it was not available when its owner was present. It's like jumping into the water in an icy river, you can not throw it all at once. An eye-catching reflection. It is the touch screen of his Blackberry. A phone for work, one for personal. Who was the last SMS?. His pack of cigarettes is glued to a notebook. Recipes, addresses of vintage shops, Telephone, drawing children . . who is lucky enough to be present at all times alongside so many secrets?. The tube of Neutrogena's there. Soften lips, what a great mission, what a sweet sensation. The image of her smile passed quickly in his mind. He perceived his identity papers. The black and white were a few years. She had not changed their hairstyle. The old pink driver's license was associated with a tendency to apple green with a pair of pet related by some blond hair shimmering delicately browned. The bag is the woman that the shell is the snail, but we do not know what's in a bag. He continued his discovery, handing his ear to see if his voice heard in the corridor. A big bunch of keys all weighed down. The keys of paradise they were attached to the ring?. In view of the logo marked on the black keys, she driving a Mercedes. He imagined in class A. His eyes made out a paper diary, it was modern, but not forget the classics, a small bottle of water, mints, which gave the impression of playing hide and seek in every corner of the bag. The phone rang. The bell startled him. He listened, someone walked into the hallway. He turned round, but stopped. The office door had slammed previous. It was not her. He moved closer again to the object that plays the perfect indicative of a personality. As for the little things it contains, even the most trivial have much to say. He saw the checkbook covers, two ballpoint pens that was the conversation, the headband that made her as it had been forgotten, 2 packs of paper tissues that lifted his spirits while waiting to finish crumpled in a basket, maps visits that nudged by highlighting them as spread out in front and back, Director of Corporate Communications . . it is the guardian of the temple. Finally he saw the yellow box of Doliprane, useful in preparation for budget meetings at the end of Q2. It was difficult to see the rest. He stretched out his arm and with the corner of his case caught the handle and pulled slightly to open the bag a little and expand its field of vision. The mirror adorned with its case and nail file were trained in a corner of the bag as two arms of femininity suggestive ready to act. Suddenly he saw! The heart of the matter private. It was at the bottom of the bag hidden under a folded newspaper clipping, which he did not see the title, but the photo that appeared piecemeal, showed the ponytail of the famous Karl. In this form a sort of folded origami surreal reflection of glass and the liquid still emitted its light irrisée. Initial Shalimar by Guerlain. So it was the fragrance, so sensual, so feminine, so sweet and fresh. He put the folder on his desk. Joined a word on a post-it, he concludes with "see you soon for a breakfast. " It turned around with a smile. He understood who she was. More gourmet powder and the original Shalimar, shalimar by guerlain for women Parfum Initial opens a fresh surge of bergamot and hedione. The floral heart blends rose, iris and jasmine with a note of candied fruit. In substance, the combination of vanilla and tonka bean gives the fragrance a spicy tone and almondy. The wake, feline, also reveals patchouli and amber. Perfumer Thierry Wasser. Elizabeth Feydeau advises on Initial Shalimar by Guerlain. Jean Claude Kaufman wrote a book on intimate relationships between shalimar by guerlain for women and their bags. Between tenderness and passion, the bag is a little world of love he invites us to share. To post your comment final step is to enter the letters and numbers you see in the picture below. This helps to fight against automated spam. . . .