Yeah, okay, I had. Let them kill her, lock her up, do whatever they want, but she had no control over her body, okay? She could refine her voice, make the effort to look at his face and gesticulate as little as possible so that he wouldn't discover the truth...But the involuntary bodily reactions were the responsibility of biology and it was clear that it was on Marc's side."Whether I'm nervous or not, that doesn't affect what we have to do here at all.""Of course it affects. I can barely concentrate if I know he's thinking about me.Yuri blushed even more. My God, it was about time someone interrupted. Has anyone run out of staples? What was the photocopier waiting for to break?"I don't know what he's up to. I assure you that you are not going to get anywhere. You should know by now that I'm not meeting with you because you have very blue eyes.“It wouldn't occur to me to put myself as her priority, but don't take away an importan
I don't know what's going on between you and me. I don't understand it, and I prefer to ignore it because it's... I'm not used to this. I'm sure you do the elevator thing every day with twelve different women. You have that air of a Latin lover that disappoints sensitive hearts after the last kiss. But for me... what I feel is... what I felt was very far from normal, and the way I am now... reacting... I think I would overflow again, and I don't know how to manage not that... "I'm sorry," he stammered, looking down at his shoes. I'm not good at communicating if I don't have confidence or I'm not on a platform. My thing is to be a lawyer, not to be... "Someone's fantasy?" Yuri looked at him without breathing. His powerful blue eyes were a reality check. More reality. He no longer knew how to hold her. He moved a little closer, showing her that he could get past the flood of her elevator emotions by being a little more direct. He didn't
An endless day full of tasks, meetings with unbearable people, not a single break to play sports or eat something: that was what awaited Marc that Monday, and he could only celebrate that it was. It was a unique quality of his. Nobody with two legs and a functional brain would applaud his schedule being full of commitments until almost midnight. He knew he was a weirdo in that sense, because he wasn't just a workaholic, unlike what his peers thought. The question went much further. He did not love his job, nor did he ever say as a child that he intended to go into law. It wasn't the dream of his life being in college, and even when he'd placed sophomore in his class, he felt like it was the last thing he wanted to do for the rest of his life. But it was convenient . What would give him safe work, in which he would always stand out. Whether he liked it or not, whether he went to bed with a smile on his face and satisfied with his work or the opposite, was the
“She's made it clear that she needs a spiritual connection to sleep with a man. Obviously, I have not bought it. Nick rolled his eyes. “Not all women lie. I know, but she does. The first time I went to Lawyer’s firm, I met her sister. She must have confused me with one of her boyfriends, because she warned me that she would break my heart, among other things. The girl made her a femme fatale... and I believe it. “She didn't seem like a femme fatale to me when she told her secretary how scared she was to meet guys online. “Being afraid of meeting someone online is not prudery, but common sense. And you don't have to sleep with strangers in bars to be a heartthrob. No attitude attracts a man's attention more than that of a poor puppy eager to be corrupted. It must be his way of attracting them, giving that image. "It also occurs to me that guys could fall for her without her having to drop her panties," Nick commented, in his little look”you”are”stupid tone. I do not see Sandoval'
Marc did not value his work. He knew that he was a racketeer and a mobster, and that he got everything through his wit and contacts. He used his physique to get people out of the way, as he was already showing that he was going to do, and he tried to ensure that no one associated any hero story with his figure. He was the opposite of a respectable guy or one to admire, he could admit it: in all his life he had boasted of only one thing, and it was his ability to overcome adversity. Nothing more. He neither considered himself superior as his character required him to show, nor was he so narcissistic as to not see his flaws. Unlike. They were seen so much that they used to be his drive. If he'd been lucky enough to think he was the best, he wouldn't be threatened by a six”foot” tall geisha and sticky notepads, nor would he be thinking about how to destroy his personal life. Five blondes, three know”it”alls, ten brats hooked up by their father and one extraordinary girl later, it was th
“It is that I can not believe it. Yuri and Yvonne exchanged a quick look with their heads down. Caught by the camera, and nothing saved by the bell. It was ten minutes past lunchtime, and Caleb Moore was still pacing the office like a caged tiger, contemplating whether to kill them with one paw. Every two by three he would point his hand at the computer monitor, where supposedly the recording repeated Ivonne's mischief over and over again. That had left Yuri defenseless, who came in blaming herself saying that she had nudged the fire alarm by accident. To hell with his masterful idea, because the screen captured Yvonne red”handed. "I'm going to ask it one more time. "A pause." Why did you do it? Ivonne did not answer, just as her temporary lawyer, Yuri herself, had recommended. He knew he was having a hard time. Yvonne wasn't easily impressed, maybe that's why they complemented each other so well, but Caleb Moore being angry and giving orders would make Hitler shit his pants. "I s
"Nothing was broken." The system is made like this to jump in corridors and rooms without technological equipment “he replied with a robotic voice. He turned, finally looking into her eyes. She couldn't tell if he looked sad, or uncomfortable, or outraged… Or just vulnerable. Really? Marc Ambani? "Hey, I don't choose who walks through my head," he defended himself in a moderate tone. The last thing she wanted was to make him more angry. "Neither you nor anyone," he mumbled, returning to protect himself from everything and everyone behind his desk. He added, in a low voice, "If it could be changed, life would be less unpleasant." "I already told you I'm sorry." It was childish and stupid, I admit. “And as childishness or mischief, what proceeds now? Punish yourself without recess? Not speak to you for the next twenty”four hours? Yuri sighed. What that man always had to endure from all his employees, colleagues and friends was not even reasonable. He made a lot of money, and yet no
Holy God. It never ceased to amaze her how handsome he was. "It's just that he's trapped," she stammered, pulling away. It's probably my fault. "I understand poor snack ," she thought she heard from him. This is like everything, you just have to study it with perspective and take it easy, not start violating the machine. "Rape the machine?" I have pushed her once. It will be that I am very uninformed of how sex works. She saw him smile before grabbing the machine by the ends and, with a well”aimed push, making the package fall into place. He turned to her. His eyes sparkled. "Are you sure you want to take the conversation that way?" Look, I had come in peace. Yuri took out the precious nachos with a slight frown and red cheeks. Something in the voice or in the look of that man directly connected what he wanted to cause women to blush. She had already forgotten about Caleb's warnings. I only thought that he was there, and I didn't remember that they had an appointment. Good thing