Married To My Secretary

Chapter 6

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 continues with his confused look at the other end.

"Lower my voice?" After you tell me you got married and I don't know anything.

I just shrug, reading some papers, and sit back in my swivel chair.

"I even had to put away my wedding ring because I was going out with you." He looks at me, those little angry eyes.

"Okay, I want to meet her.

“It won't be possible, it's out of town. Then we'll go visit his parents and then I have a meeting with some partners in Russia.” I say all this so matter”of”factly that even I believe it.

He looks at me, as does Malcom who tries to be nonchalant. But I know you want to run away. My father leaves the office. With as much anger as his eyes can gather, he walks away.

Malcom makes sure he's far enough away and walks over to me.

"Santiago, what the hell have you done?" Malcom immediately looks me in the eye and crosses his arms. "Damn... Where the hell are you going to get a wife?"

“Nowhere, Malcom. They will stop insisting when I make all kinds of excuses”I put some papers on the desk, in fact, I throw some papers on the desk.

“Seriously, I know your parents better than you do. Well, keep me out of this, Santiago.

“Malcom, he says he's going to take the presidency from me and give it to Henry. And if Henry walks in here as president, the first thing he'll do is kick you out, and you know it.” I look into his eyes, leaning back in my chair while I sign some papers.

Malcom looks at me thoughtfully. He doesn't say anything, he knows it's true, he doesn't have a good friction with Henry.

Once Malcom leaves my office, I can't stop thinking about what my father said. How dare he even mention to me that he will take the presidency from me when these years I have been the one who has made it grow? Thousands of things to do and because of him I can't concentrate. And so I spend the rest of my day. I don't even pay attention to what they are saying in the meeting, luckily I have Malcom and these are the cases that I am grateful to have a secretary because later she will remind me that it was discussed.

I go back to my office thinking, why is my father like this with me? What have I done to him? It is normal that I want to have fun, I am only 25 years old. My brother is not happy, I can't imagine being married and being unhappy. A knock on the door snaps me out of my thoughts "come in" I demand.

Kate pokes her pretty face in the doorway with her gorgeous blonde hair pulled to the side.

"Mr. Centinelo, Mr. Christopher Depreé called for a meeting today and”"

I don't want to know anything about meetings.

“Cancel the meeting,” I interrupt immediately, and he nods and closes his office door.

I suspend all work that I have to do and I remain stupid observing the city through that glass for several hours, I would like to disappear from here, the truth is I can't do anything while my mind is on something else, the first thing that occurs to me is to leave early to a bar.

I begin to drink, drink after drink, by myself, without Malcom and without anyone, the truth is that I just want time for myself and think about my bitter life. After several drinks I feel dizzy, damn it!

Tomorrow I'll regret this, it's as if I can't stop, more and more drinks, I already look cloudy, barely holding myself out I leave that bar, I look for my car but it's impossible for me to locate it due to my state, I start looking for the key to make it ring and I head towards him, I want to sit down, I look at a comforting white bench in front of the parking lot, suddenly a quite familiar voice interrupts me.

"Hello Mr. Centinelo, are you alright?" I look up immediately, and I lock my eyes with his.

"Miss Green, what are you doing here?" She looks at me incredulously. What a shame that you look at your boss in this state.

"I went out with some friends, if you want I'll help you call a taxi." The light from the streetlight against her golden hair made her look like an angel. Why the hell does Kate seem so cute to me? But what am I thinking? I drank too much.

"No thanks, I'm fine, just go." I take my gaze from his before I lose control and place it on a car in front of me.

“Something happens? Is there something wrong with the company? he asks, his eyes glazed with intrigue.

“There's nothing wrong with the company, what's wrong is with my father “I don't even know why I'm telling him this “he's always expecting something from me that can't be, and now because of that I could lose the presidency, something that It has cost me. Have you ever had something taken from you that cost you? I look up again and fix it on his eyes, waiting for a comforting answer.

"Well," he mentions, sitting next to me, "many times, and I think that's the way all parents are, they expect something we're not from us.

“It's just that this is different “I raise my voice, I don't even know why I'm raising my voice, she looks around as if hoping that nobody listens “she wants everything to be as he says, I've done the best for this company and he only judges my way to be “ and I continue my verbal vomiting “ he is always telling me that my brother thinks better than me and that he will give the presidency to him. He doesn't even know what it's like to fight for something... tell me... What does settling down have to do with running a company?

She looks at me, with that beautiful green look worthy of her, even though at the moment they can't see each other perfectly with the light from the lamp.

"Well, many believe that settling down is for responsible people," he answers with some fear in his voice, I can tell.

I am a responsible person, very responsible, and I don't need to get married to be one, I was going to answer but at that moment even what I ate yesterday comes out of my mouth, then everything turns dark.