"Well, your mission was to find me a secretary, not a spoonful of sugar, Malcom," he smiles and stands up adjusting his jacket.
"Well, what's done is done. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to see that Andi does things the way I say.
"I remind you, Schmitt, I don't want that kind of behavior in my company." I look into his eyes, with the most serious expression I can have.
"Of course, boss," he makes a military sign with his right hand, saying this, he leaves.
I take out my computer, I need to check my mail.
Someone knocks on the door, "come in," I say, as I start typing my password. The magazine photographer enters through the fine wood beige door.
“Tell me McGarthy. I say, watching him walk through the door, a huge camera hanging from his neck.
“I just want to tell you that the model that had been hired did not show up.
“What? Demons! Please go to Malcom's office and tell him that, he is in charge of those contracts, and please prepare the photo shoot with Jennifer Lopez no later than today. Agree?
“Understood, Mr. Centinelo “Another person knocks on the door “Go ahead “ like I'm well requested today.
Kate comes into the office, brings my cup of coffee, great, I need a lot of coffee this morning.
She puts it on my desk, Kevin says goodbye and walks away.
"I already told Kevin to set up the photo shoot, one less thing you have to do." I tell her, not looking her in the eye. I take a sip of my coffee. It just can't be! I throw the coffee on the floor, now I have stained the perfect carpet that my feet walk on, I curse.
“What the hell is this? I ask, now if I see his face, I can see how his face turns pale and he lowers his eyes. I can't get upset at that face Damn it! Damn Malcom.
“A redheaded girl who was in the cafeteria told me that this was her favorite “Her sweet voice almost shivered, this is another Andi work. That girl isn't fired because Malcom begs me not to.
"Malcom's assistant?" “I let out a sigh “I'll let this go just because you're new, please tell Malcom to come here, I hope you do the rest of your tasks well without being influenced by someone “I say the last thing between pauses, tapping my fingernails gently on my desk while the I look out that door, it's impossible not to see her, those pants fit so well. Why has Malcom done this to me?
Malcom literally runs into my office after a few minutes, I have a lot of work so I don't even look up at him when he walks into my office, plus he's the only one who doesn't knock when he enters.
"Well, what have you done?" he asks as he walks through the door, closing it behind him.
"What has Andi done, you ask?" “I continue typing on my computer “listen, it's not the first time he's done something to one of my secretaries and I'm already getting tired, this is not high school, nor is it a place to play at being that attractive blonde from the movie that They forced us to see those two outfits.
"The one about the girl who moved from Africa?"
"Exactly" I look up to meet his small eyes and he is outlining a smile looking towards a point in my office.
“I still remember those girls, both of them,” he says, turning his gaze to me.
I smile, I remember them too.
"I want you to make a memorandum for Andi that you're going to bring me to sign... myself..." I raise an eyebrow.
"Santiago, I'm sure you must have an explanation." And here we go again...
“No, do things as I tell you, Malcom.
With that said, I leave the office and head towards a meeting with an important partner while leaving Kate's desk with all the things he has to do today.
"These things have to be finished today, understand?" I look into her eyes with a neutral expression, but it's almost impossible for me with those beautiful eyes.
I continue all my tasks for the day, Kate leaves around 7 pm, at least he understands that if things aren't finished he can't leave, he has a quality, you don't have to tell him.
I wake up as usual and go for a run, when I return home the smell of food invades my home, I don't even go to shower and go straight to the kitchen.
"Good morning, Rose." I exclaim, sighing at the smell of bacon that invades my house.
“Good morning, Santiago,” he says, serving me a plate of that delicious food.
"And how about work?"
“Fucking Malcom got me a new secretary and guess what? I take a piece of bread that rests in a small basket on the counter. She looks at me in bewilderment with those huge narrowed hazel eyes.
“She's blonde, tall, thin, she has enormous and beautiful green eyes. I'm sure Malcom is looking for someone to exchange his adventure with at the moment, even if he says no.
She looks at me and smiles.
“What's it called? he asks, as I take my place in the dining room.
“Kate Green”even her name sounds pretty to me.
“Well, I should forbid him from mixing with his secretary, otherwise the same thing will happen again as with those other girls “I've lost more secretaries because of Malcom than because of my character, he ends up asking them all out and then they fight with Andi in the middle office.
I'm going on a trip for a couple of weeks, I love going on a trip because I meet girls from different places and since we're not even friends I don't have any obligation to call them later, most of them go out with other people which makes things easier for me because I don't they will look for me later, although I must admit that they have done it a couple of times, but to tell the truth they do not interest me.
I sleep like a baby on my jet, at about 5 am, shortly before my alarm goes off, my cell phone wakes me up. I look at the device trying to adjust my eyes to the light from the screen and see who the hell is calling me at this hour. It's my father, I frown. Why would my father call me?
“Hello? I say when picking up.“Son! How are you? "Well, if you didn't call me.""Okay dad, and you?" “Damn! Now what the hell is he going to claim me for?“Well son, today I'll be in New York, do you think we have breakfast?I want to talk to you.Not."Okay dad. I'll be at the company at 6."Okay, I'll wait for you there.Saying this, hang up the call. I don't have a great relationship with my father, so I know this will end up in discussion.I can't even think clearly, I can't even finish writing the report on this trip. I think and think, I take a shower and it took me more than twenty minutes for thinking stupid things, I look in the mirror while I adjust my light blue tie with darker tones. I put the dark blue jacket on my shoulders as I get out of the jet.I don't even realize that we are already in front of the company. I've been thinking all the way about what my father will possibly throw in my face.I go up to my office and there it is. Observing the city through the window
It is an awkward silence between the two as they do not answer any of their questions until we arrive at the company. I get on the elevator regardless of whether he goes with me or not, but as expected he follows me to the office and nods to Malcom who is standing to the side going through some papers, Malcom enters the office right after him."Malcom, how come Santiago got married and I don't know anything about it?" he snaps, a hint of anger in his voice, as he looks Malcom in the eye and I lean back in my swivel chair wishing I'd never been born.Malcom looks at me with some uncertainty but understands quickly with just one look."Ah, yes... Mr. Centinelo," he stammers, "Santiago told me not to tell anyone because it's his private life."Good!Now he looks at me."Who is she, Santiago?""Dad, keep your voice down, I don't want everyone to notice." I get up from my chair adjusting my jacket and I go to the filing cabinet to take out some papers as calmly as possible while Malcom con
I wake up with a tremendous headache that makes me lie down again between my brown velvet sheets massaging my temples. I prepare my bathtub with all kinds of aromatic essences, I immerse myself in it trying to calm that overwhelming pain, I think I'll have to go for some pills, but how the hell did I get here? I relax while listening to classics in English and suddenly all the memories start to come to my mind, the bar, all the drinks, my father, Kate... Kate? I open my eyes wide, what a shame that Kate saw me that way and incidentally saw me vomit and faint, damn it! I'm bad at getting drunk and I know it, I don't know why I always do it, at least I don't go crazy like Malcom and end up dancing on the internet.I get out of the bathtub and get dressed as fast as I can to see the time on my watch, for the first time in my life I'll be late, I won't drink like that again, I go down the steps as fast as I can and drive to the office I look at myself in the rearview mirror of the car and
“He took you to your house the other day and he didn't take a photo of you to bribe you later, nor to sell it to the media “I'm distracted thinking that Kate could be a good option “Do you remember that day I went out with that girl? I got drunk and he bribed me for three months with that fucking video of me dancing in that red thong.Laughed out loud. I still remember that, the girl sent me the video hoping that I would fire Malcom because he didn't give her ten thousand dollars for the video.“Think about it, Kate is the only option, besides we are not going to deny that Kate is beautiful “I keep thinking about Kate... she can be my salvation “And she hates you, which makes things easier “Malcom adds enthusiastically what It calls my attention."Why do you say you hate me?"“Because all your secretaries hate you, Santiago. Let's face it “ I can't help but laugh, I love being hated.“Have him come here, please,” I say, opening my laptop to start typing."Well, whatever you call me,"
Or so I hope."Okay, I want to clear this up, Mr. Centinelo," he clears his throat, and now if he looks at me, "Are you asking me to pretend to be your wife to have dinner with your family?" I think I'm still not explaining myself well."Not exactly," I get up from my place and walk around my desk slowly before I burst into her and say no, "I'm asking you to marry me, since my father didn't really believe that I got married and wants to see the marriage certificate."I had never been so patient. I stop in front of her, she looks at me puzzled, I bring my face closer to hers taking my hands to both arms of the chair where she is sitting, it smells so good, and those eyes for God's sake, what do they have that attract me so much?“Kate, it's only for dinner with my parents, then our lives continue. I'll double your salary”perhaps so if I agree.And he looks at me again, speechless, well, I'd be the same if I had a boss who asked me to marry me, although I wouldn't say no.“I don't know.
We arrive at the place, quite fine, Malcom's blonde "friend" helps me with some rings, they are supposed to be the most expensive, I don't know much about rings for girls so I accept his proposals.At about 3 in the afternoon I call Kate to tell him the place where we are supposed to get married, if I had more time I would have at least changed, but so what? I'm getting divorced in 6 months and this will just be a bad memoryKate walks through that door, while Malcom and I are sitting on a small bench in the lawyer's office, my hands are sweating and I know she feels the same way, I give her the engagement ring as we approach the elderly man who luckily she's on the phone and didn't realize that Kate is just putting on her engagement ring with a huge diamond in the center that she looks in amazement. When he finally stops talking on the phone and looks at us."I love love stories, of young people who get married without much thought," he exclaims effusively. What? Love story?She star
“Ohhh vous belle dame parle français “great, my wife speaks French perfectly, my mother will now rub it in my face. Mainly, because she is French and she always told me the importance of speaking the language. “Oui, pour le monsieur et pour moi, s'il vous plaît, coq au vin “I don't know what's worse, that he speaks French and I don't notice, or that he's ordering for me. "Merveilleux," she speaks French, everyone is looking at her. My mother with a smile and the rest (including me) with a face of astonishment. I look at the menu instead and remain oblivious to this conversation. "Oh my God, are you French too?" my mother questions, Kate shakes his head and brings a glass of wine to his mouth. “I only learned it a few years ago and spent a semester at an exchange university in Paris. "Well, I was born in Paris. But I have been living in this country since I was about 5 years old. It's just that your accent is excellent, I thought you were a native. "Well, nowadays most people know
I wake up and Kate is gone, where the hell has he gone?, Ah! Demons! I forgot to set my alarm to go for a run. I hit the bathroom to make sure I put in and Kate isn't there. Where is he going?, I leave the room, and an exquisite smell invades my nostrils as I go down the stairs, it smells like food, and my favorite smells better than the bacon and egg from the restaurant across the street. As I approach the kitchen I hear Kate's voice and they are speaking what I think is German, my parents and Kate are laughing out loud. What is this? I get astonished. "Hello love, come here. “Kate, she approaches me and takes my hand to sit next to her. "Santiago, apart from a great woman, you found yourself a very good cook," my father adds with a huge plate of food in front of him. With this smell it seems so. I smile. What else can I do? All this has come as a surprise to me, for me that Kate was a girl like any other her age, not that she knows a lot of things that leaves me stunned. Take a