A fake girlfriend for the CEO

DANIEL " Mother, I've told you a million times that I don't need a girlfriend to show off to society, my private life belongs to me and not to others," he complained to me over my cell phone horn."It's about time you settle down son, your father has an eye on you about that," he pronounces, "that will help you keep your place in the company, he has said it.I doubt that, until now my father was still the CEO of the Crawford Company, he didn't want to pass the position on to me because he didn't fully trust me. And she was doing everything to get me a girlfriend, so that way I could show my dad that I'm really taking my life seriously.The only thing that matters to my father is business, that he gets to know that his son has fucked a large part of the women who live in London, that will only help to damage my reputation more in front of him, and I didn't want that." I must cut the call, the plane is about to take off," the fact was more than anything not to be hearing the same old t

AUDREYIn a hurry, I arrive at my desk the next day. My regular entry time is at eight, but I always come fifteen or twenty minutes early. However, today Mr. Anthony asked me to come in earlier, and I still didn't know why.I just hope it's not to fire me, although if that's the case, I don't think he would bother to tell me or even call me to come in so early. Besides, it seemed urgent."Audrey," Maggi calls as I pass by the hallway. I needed to make some copies before returning to Mr. Anthony's office."Yes?" I stop for a moment. "What's up? I'm in a hurry.""I forgot to tell you something when you arrived. You were in such a rush that I could barely catch you."It reminds me of the new marathon I had a moment ago when I arrived."Yes, I'm sorry," I apologize. "I have a lot on my plate.""You always do, but it's understandable. You're the president's secretary," she smiles kindly. "Oh, it's about Jonathan, the advertising director. He asked for someone to take care of collecting and

DANIEL"I don't know how Anthony put up with her and didn't fire her. I hope you do, nephew," Willy comments."I've never understood why you don't like her. Audrey is a kind and hardworking girl," Fabian reveals."For working and staying here, kindness is not enough. And yes, perhaps she works hard, but she's incompetent. The position of the presidential secretary is too much for her. That girl will never get it together."After the employee left, my uncle and cousin have been discussing her. I was surprised to find out that she would be the secretary I'll be working with.First impressions are always crucial, and she didn't make the best one; in fact, she saw nothing good. What impressed me the most was that she didn't say anything about what she saw in my father's former office, nor did she bring it up later. Maybe she's keeping it to herself for now.She doesn't seem like someone who lets others help her or stays quiet about something she doesn't like. In the short time I spent wit

AUDREYThat's how I spent the rest of the morning, filing and organizing all the documents for the new campaign discussed in the last meeting.The day wouldn't be enough to finish all the pending work; I'll have to take something home to continue, hoping not to stay up too late.The phone on my desk rings, and I react quickly to answer it. The workload had overwhelmed me."President's office, Crawford. Audrey Turner speaking," I say automatically, like an answering machine."At what time will you bring me the documents I asked for?" My new boss's deep voice comes through the phone line. "Miss?"I hadn't realized that I remained silent for a long time. I don't know what I was expecting, but he was waiting for a response from me."Oh, yes, yes," I reply in a high but clumsy tone."Yes?" he inquires, and I can't tell if I imagined a small laugh escaping his lips without abandoning his serious tone."Yes, I already have them ready. I'll be right there," I try to control my nerves. "I'll b

AUDREYIt was past ten, and I turned off the TV, put on a sleeveless shirt and some shorts for pajamas, and slipped under the sheets of my bed. Seconds later, I considered sending a message to Nelly. The doubt about why this Daniel guy wanted information about my private life was gnawing at my head.Anyway, even if I called her, she wouldn't answer or even reply to a message. It's Friday night, and I wouldn't be surprised if she's currently at some night bar dancing with other friends.Saturday morning, finally. I'll take advantage of the day to go to my favorite bookstore and buy another book. I've already finished the last novel I bought, and all the ones on my shelf have been more leafed through and read than the Bible.I prepare a quick breakfast to leave early, and when I'm ready and about to walk out the door, I bump into my friend."Good morning!" she exclaims, entering the apartment.No, not now.I love my friend, but I also want some time alone, is that too much to ask for?S