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
I asked for it, but it sounded like an order. And he liked it that way. “I have work and you already have the help of your driver. “Please. Another fucking rule: Ambani don't beg. "And what do they do when they want something?" “They get it without hindrance. His fingers slid lazily away from her wrist and tugged at hers, nearly entwining them. I assure you that with this face it would not occur to me to try something with you. "I would agree anyway." “I'm not one to leave a poor sick man in the lurch He resolved at the end. She stepped inside and closed the door, feeling Marc's gaze on her. Now yes, put on the seatbelt... She caught him outlining a grateful smile that was soon filled with more complex, less human nuances, and that made his expression somewhat unreal. "No need," he replied calmly. I already feel protected. Yuri smiled, somewhere between shock and tenderness. He had sounded almost, almost vulnerable, like he needed her to move through the world. And that was
Yuri hide a smile. "Don't be nasty, Mr. Ambani, or you'll lose your most striking quality." “And here I thought I had lost it half an hour ago. What's wrong with me this time, apart from the face? “The charm. "Do you find me charming?" "Is this some kind of trick question?" Because I don't want to resume the conversation about the car, or follow similar paths. He denied, and not only that, but he seemed interested in knowing her opinion. Yuri sighed and shrugged, trying to play it down. He was not good at expressing his perceptions, and what his body perceived was a hunk through and through "more handsome than a painted tractor , " as his grandfather from Jaén would say. "He's certainly charming, though there are many ways to be charming." His is related to education, moderation... “In that case, I'm glad you rejected me a few days ago, or I would have discovered that in certain situations I can be the opposite of polite... or moderate. Yuri laughed trying to hide her hysteri
"Sir, this is a hospital. Please behave yourself. “A hospital? I'm sorry, maybe the allergy makes me have hallucinations... “She lamented, making lamb eyes. The loudspeaker interrupted them for a second. "Rebeca Hervás, go to query number three." The girl who went by that name turned out to be a traitor, as she stood up, winked at Marc, and saluted. "You haven't fulfilled part of the deal, so... “What? I mean it? Yuri snapped. You are perfectly fine! You know he's worse...! "Enough," the receptionist snapped. Come with me. Allergic reactions take priority. "No... six hundred dollars can't go down the drain." "Don't worry, they haven't gone anywhere," Marc replied, coming up to her. He coughed a bit before continuing to speak. Thanks for defending me, but there's no reason. I haven't paid him a penny. "Thank God... I was starting to think you're going around bribing everyone." “I don't bribe, I blackmail or lie. They are different things. The moment you have to pay to keep you
"You could say that about anything." Secrets, flattery, kisses... «I see where you want to go, Yuri Sandoval...» Marc was subtle when he smiled. He left the tie on the stretcher. Blue satin, without pattern. Almost always blue. It was his color. “I agree with flattery, but sometimes you have to ask for kisses, because there are those who are too shy to give them. He tugged at the collar of his shirt just enough to let in some air. He undid two buttons and nothing else. Without a jacket and tie, he was the spitting image of the Latino lover dancing salsa with a skintight brunette at the side. Or would have been if his countenance was charming in the mischievous sense. Marc meant no mischief. It was palpable in the way he looked, in the energy of his posture, that he had come to do evil. And he couldn't block his way for long. Everyone knew that as much as the movies sold goodness as a superior force, it always ended up corrupted in real life. And in most cases, very happy to have f