Married To My Secretary

Chapter 5

“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 of my office, with a cup of coffee in her hands, her black hair with some gray tones, I know that this is what my hair will look like at her age. He turns to see me when he hears the door open, always with his demeanor of president, with a perfect beige suit, he watches me with his small brown eyes.

"How have you been, Santiago?" He smiled and came over to give me a hug.

"Very good father, and you?" I return his hug and smile at him too.

“I see that everything is in order, Santiago. That's great.” I give him a weak smile as we walk out my office door. All the way to the restaurant is complete silence as he watches the city through the window.

"We're here, Mr. Centinelo," says the driver, who approaches to open the car door for us.

We entered the restaurant, my father already had reservations. As if he had already planned to come here to talk to me beforehand. I sit across from him at a small table for two that was reserved a bit away from other people eating breakfast in the place.

"And what has dad brought you to town?" I ask, as I open the menu.

“A meeting with some friends, Chris Sanders, the owner of the law firm that works with us, had his birthday yesterday.

And that was all we talked about for a long time. The rest of breakfast is complete silence, until we finish.

"Santiago, when are you planning to get married?" “Typical question of him.

"Dad, I'm only 25," I sigh, already sick of this fucking question.

“Y? Your brother is 23 and got married last year.

“ I know dad, I was there. Now tell me is he happy? He watches me for several minutes.

"Yes, it is," he blurts out, after several seconds, "I always knew that Henry thought better of the two of us."

Well, that was a low blow.

"Just because I don't get married I don't know how to think, even though I've grown this company by more than fifty percent?" I cross my arms, his comments cause me indignation from time to time.

“That's not all, Santiago. I've heard thousands of rumors out there about you with different women at each partner meeting “he puts the coffee cup on the table “Are you serious? You don't know how embarrassing you put me through.

"Why do you believe any rumors out there, father?" I put my elbows on the table and look directly at him.

“Because you don't have a formal life, Santiago. I have never met you a girlfriend at least.

"Because I don't like to share my private life, Father." You criticize everything and I'm sure if I introduce you to someone you're going to criticize them too.” He furrows his brow, making his age marks even more visible.

“Is seriously? I don't want you to get lost with lazy women out there, Santiago “he looks me straight in the eye “your brother is more cautious, he is as stubborn as you in his work and he is an excellent husband. You just go around sleeping with different women every night.” I smile, but not a happy or triumphant smile, but a frustrated smile. Seriously my dad drives me crazy.

"You don't know anything about my life. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to do “I get up as I say these words, I don't even care if I don't finish all my breakfast.

"I know enough, Santiago, to take the presidency from you for not having a formal life." This time he raised his voice a little and looked at me.

“What? You wouldn't do that.” I look into his eyes, those cold, demanding eyes that he has always shown me.

"Yes I would and give it to Henry, he's as good as you are, Santiago." And he thinks better in many aspects “my father also gets up from his chair “I'm not going to be endangering the prestige of the magazine that has cost me so much.

“Really? If you knew as much about me as you say, you should know that I got married a month ago “ the worst lie I've ever told in my life, my father looks at me with a certain expression of astonishment and disbelief at the same time.

“What have you said? “Question.

"That I got married a month ago, but it's something you don't know for spending all your time criticizing my life." I walk back towards the limo, leaving a huge bill for the waiter who looks at him in amazement. My father follows in my footsteps, he expected to return to the company alone but no, he wants to get to the bottom of this, I will not deny that I regretted saying this because I do not have a wife. I don't want to have it.

"Santiago, stop!" “demand after me “What is that you said? Do you seriously think I'm going to believe it? If no one knows, it's for a reason “he gets into the limo right after me.

“Malcom knows, because he's the only one I could trust in anything “ this is a very big lie but I'm upset enough to think it through.