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Amber spent the next few days working on designing everything her mind imagined in sex toys. She was a little surprised, because for someone a virgin like her who was supposed to know nothing about limbs, she imagined them very big and pink, probably a product of the movies she had seen with her friend Lucia, or the fifty shades of grey books she had read where they described them very well.

"Oh, for God's sake! Is this my payment? She exclaimed excitedly, seeing the message with the notification that had arrived to her.

Her salary was double what she was actually going to earn for being a secretary; She couldn't be happier. I could afford the tuition for college, and I could also pay off a portion of the mortgage on the house.

He went straight to the bank, to withdraw them in cash, since the payment of .... It was strictly physical.

When he got home, he found his sister lying on the couch eating pizza without even worrying about the mortgage expenses.

"I'm glad you're here Amber, there's no food in the pantry," the young woman said, standing up and following her to her room.

Amber felt tired of that situation, but she didn't have the heart even though they were horrible people to leave them on the street, so she thought that as soon as she paid the mortgage on the house, she would leave there and rent a place for her to live.

"I'll be out of here very soon, with the job I have I'll earn very well, and I don't plan to keep them anymore," he replied without looking at her. Amber always wondered why her sister hated her so much, and even her father always did, and although she was suffering for a long time because of it, she simply understood that she should not be loved by everyone, and she settled for the fact that her mother gave her the greatest love, and it was what she was going to stay with in her heart.

"Well, I think you're ungrateful, Daddy kept you for a long time, why wouldn't you do the same to him now?" Amber glared at her. Her father never gave her the love she needed, her father was never with her when she felt lonely or sad, his attention was always for Angelica.

"Don't talk nonsense," he cleared his throat. We all know that he always loved you.

"Because I'm the one who looks the most like him, you're identical to Mom, so insipid, silly, clumsy and—"

Amber looked down, it wasn't worth arguing with her, she was tired of them. She took the envelope out of her purse, handed him the money, and turned straight to the closet so she wouldn't see the tears that had flowed from her eyes.

"There you have for the mortgage on the house, only part of it is missing and we won't have any debts, and also for the pantry," he said without looking at her.

After he felt her go, Amber lay on her back staring at the ceiling as she hugged the photograph of her mother.

"Why did you leave me alone?" He exclaimed, feeling a sharp pain in his chest.

...

When Andrea arrived at his office, he had a lot of to-do business to sort out. Caruso had gone back to the United States interested in Andrea giving him details of the project, and at once signing with them; After apologizing to him, and explaining his secretary's little confusion, the man agreed to see him.

He looked at his watch impatiently, Amber hadn't arrived, and that made him feel annoyed, and as if it were a coincidence of fate, the girl appeared through the office door.

"Good morning, boss, I'm sorry for the late, the thing is, my car broke down.

"Save your excuses for another time, Miss Amber, it's not my problem that you don't have a better car," he said without looking at her.

Amber felt like hitting him, in fact, she stared at the ornament on her table in the shape of a ballerina wanting to take it and hit Laureti's head with it. What did it cost you to have a little compression?

"How many years will they give me for murder? I can say that he tried to rape me in the office, and I defended myself, I'm small, and he's an ogre in front of me, what could possibly go wrong?" I thought distractedly.

"Aren't you listening, Miss Amber!?" Andrea asked, looking up.

"Yes, yes, excuse me, sir, you heard him."

Andrea couldn't help but detail his secretary. She was dressed in an executive dress, black high heels, and a red flux. She looked beautiful, and provocative, so much so, that Andrea's friend got up right away.

"I asked you," he cleared his throat. That you will make copies of these documents, and please, Miss Amber, be careful not to damage the machine, this time," he asked, lowering his gaze so as not to torture himself further with the image of Amber, but, it was worse; Watching her spin she almost gasps because the beautiful dress from that length looked exquisite; Her ass looked standing up and hard, as if no one had touched them and her back barely covered by suspenders looked sexual by freckle trail.

Andrea swallowed thickly several times, imagining what it would be like to lick her back and open her buttocks. He shook his head hard and tried to relax and not think about it, not think about the lust his secretary made him feel.

Amber walked to the cafeteria, people's eyes were on her, but she didn't think anything of it, she loved feeling alive, sexy, and desired, even if it aroused the lust of many, including Andrea Laureti's. He ordered a strong coffee and walked to print the documents.

When he arrived at the copying and printing area, Angelo was nowhere to be found. That was good for Amber, she was embarrassed to see it after what had happened last time.

She turned on the photocopier and began to take out the copies of the document while humming a song that is in fashion by Shakira, "women don't cry, women bill" she sang drinking from her huge black coffee that helped her endure the marathon of work she had in the company, because with the designs for Fernanda and attending to the countless affairs of her boss,  I was going home too late.

"Done," he exclaimed as he pulled out the last copy. She arranged the sheets in a folder, but, as fate did not help Amber not to disturb her boss, the very foolish woman put the coffee on top of the sheets so that he could hold still while she closed the zipper of her sandal. I don't know what happened, surely opening the door abruptly caused the coffee to move and spill on the documents.

Andrea didn't know whether to scream or cry at that moment. He was red with anger, and not only because Amber had ruined the only copy, he had to sign with Caruso, but while she was tying her sandals, he was staring at her ass.

"He's doing it on purpose, he's got to do it on purpose," he thought, clutching his head.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Andrea, you opened the door and the coffee.

"Why the fuck did you put the coffee on top of the papers, Amber?" He looked at her, gritting his teeth.

"Well, I didn't want the papers to be blown up, I'm sorry, but if you hadn't come and opened the door, none of this would have happened, besides..."

"Shut up!! Let me think, okay?" He looked at his watch irritably.

He didn't know what to do, the original document was at home, and he only had twenty minutes for the meeting with Caruso, he wasn't going to give him time, and the old man hated tardiness.

He scratched his head, frustrated.

"I need you to go to the mansion and tell my nanny that I gave you the folder that's in my office, please, I'll see you at the restaurant where you worked in twenty minutes," he spoke quickly, afraid to trust her again, but he had no choice.

Amber nodded, then walked off in a hurry.

"I'm sending you the location of the mansion to your phone, please, Amber," he growled. Try to be there in twenty fucking minutes!!!

Amber thoughtful: How did her boss have her cell phone number? But he couldn't dig into it because Andrea wasn't in the good mood to bear it.

"Amber! Fuck! What are you doing standing there? Amber nodded quickly, biting her lip hard from nerves and then walked out of the building.

It wasn't far, in less than ten minutes I was in front of the mansion, Laureti. She drove her car inside, amazed, realizing it was a house like those in novels.

"Who are you?" The doorman asked.

"I'm Mr. Andrea Laureti's new secretary, Amber Rodri..."

"Rodriguez," the man added.

Amber nodded in wonder. Even the doorman knew his name. She entered the property and got out of the car in a hurry.

There were some bodyguards outside, but it seemed that they had already been alerted to her presence there, because they immediately let her in.

"You must be Amber, I'm looking for the papers, I waited here because I was at the other entrance of the mansion," Ramona explained.

Amber nodded, looking at everything in wonder. It looked like a castle, with beautiful paintings. He looked to his left side and could see a huge photo where a couple was happily with three children.

"It must be Fernanda, Fernando and Andrea with their parents, how beautiful." He thought, looking at the portrait. The woman and man in the photo looked very happy, as well as elegant.

Suddenly, a gasp for help caused her to feel uncomfortable. He went as close as he could hear the sound of them and found the back of the garden.

"Shit! He exclaimed when he saw the handcuffing of small hands in the pool.

He quickly took off his sandals and jumped into the water. Amber didn't know how to swim, but she didn't care at the time risking her life to save that one.

"Hang in there! Hold! Small! She exclaimed limplessly, pulling him out of the water.

The boy couldn't breathe, he had swallowed a lot of water.

Amber tried to revive him, giving him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation like she had seen on TV, but the boy was unresponsive.

"Boy, boy, Dante," Ramona ran frightened.

"Call an ambulance!" He doesn't react, but he does breathe," she said, screaming as her heart pounded.

Ramona did as Amber suggested and together with some bodyguards went out to a clinic with the child in their arms.

"Who is that little boy?" she wondered, drenched.

Without taking too much of it, she took the papers seeing the time and rushed to the restaurant.

...

"Mr. Caruso, wait a few more minutes, you must be coming," Andrea said, trying to stop the man who was seething with annoyance.

"From this moment on I won't make any more deals with you, you'll all be with Demetrio or strictly with Fernanda!" The scanty old man exclaimed, rising to his feet.

Andrea clenched his fists, annoyed. He paid the bill and left the restaurant to call Amber on his cell phone, since he had no signal inside.

He was about to communicate when he saw her pull over.

Amber saw it, she was angry, and she knew why; She got out of the car and handed him the folder, but Andrea's reaction left her motionless.

"I thought you could really change up a little and take your job seriously, but I see you're still useless." Tears began to stream down the girl's pink cheeks. The word "useless" was something his father had always said to him, and it had hurt him greatly. She tried to protest, but her boss as soon as he saw that she tried to speak, he ended the conversation.

"Don't even bother going to the company, I'll mail your settlement," he got into his car, leaving her there, standing alone, wet, unemployed, and heartbroken. But Andrea Laureti didn't know that she had been late to save the life of his greatest treasure.