Given the fact that Black corroborates that I am awake, it seems that the anger that comes out of his throat bursts everything as I jump up and pick things up to get into the fastest shower of my life.
"Sorry...excuse me, sir." My voice shows the fear that is greater to lose my job than to want to murder me." I have your keys. I brought them last night, unintentionally. I'm sorry. I'm coming soon. "
"Hell! How long do you think it's gonna take?"
I do not like him to insult me while talking to me, I try to do things, I was up late sucking his cock after that he makes me close everything, and he goes to sleep all relaxed. But of course I can't complain or tell you anything, man, I can't and I want it like never before. "Calm down Mina, think of your mother, think of two people entirely dependent on you including yourself, of course, just keep your sanity and good composure."
Of course, I can't relax, but I still try to be cautious. I told him I'm coming.
"Do you have a car?" He asks.
"No, sir. I'm on public transport. I'm coming." I answer.
"I have an important meeting in half an hour! The route and the turns that the bus makes to get there will not make you be here in half an hour." He mutters.
"I'm sorry, I have no choice."
"It's urgent, Mina. You can't be late, let alone take the keys to my private offices! None of the assistant managers can now enter the offices to work properly, you hinder Tod's work..." He hissed.
"Let's see if I'm clear." The bold version of myself can't stand this man's behavior and takes the reins knowing I'm messing with my head by doing this. "An hour more or an hour less won't change that you keep making millions, Mr. Hamilton. Also, I know because I manage the others, yours in particular, that there is no meeting that deals with business until two hours, so I admit that I have had my faults in the tardiness and in bringing me the keys unintentionally, so I ask you not to yell at me and wait." I said calmly.
"I'm not yelling at you!" He yelled.
"Yeah, you're doing it and insulting me. That's disrespectful." I mumble.
"Ha! What kind of person do you think I am so that you address me like that." He demands.
"The man exploiter that everyone will find out that you are an ogre!" She said.
"You, calm down. Don't use those terms. I... I don't want to blow up, okay?" He said slowly.
"You'll have to control yourself, Mr. Hamilton, because I recorded the conversation. You don't want people to know the way you treat your private secretary. And that forced her to give him a blow job." I threw the bomb. My voice does not tremble although inside I am trembling from fear.
"For one...demon... Your... "
"It's not my idea, Mr. Hamilton. But I suggest you stick with respect." I said.
"See, Mina. My personal schedule is not the same as my professional schedule. I didn't make you do anything last night and you have no idea what I really have to do. So, for you to see what this terrible man is capable of, tell me where you live. I'll pick you up myself and bring you to your work." He said with dead calmness in his voice.
What?
His proposal takes me by surprise. I don't know how dangerous it can be to accept something like that. Of course, nothing good can imply that or irony in his tone of voice. "No need, Thank you." I said.
"Mina, I'm not asking."
"I don't want you to come to my house. My work starts once I cross the door and ends when I leave."
"You may be recording this conversation..." He seems to have believed it although I really have no idea if I can do that with my cell phone. "But that does not imply that I can't throw you out at the time I want. Do not forget that you are doing an internship and that this is a private company."
"Are you threatening me?" I asked.
"I need my keys now, Mina. Either you tell me where you live and I'll pick you up or you're out of work." He threatened.
My file is in his office. Too bad I can't get my address out of there! "Mina!"
Oh, my God!
I'm lost.
It does not matter if I accept or do not, one way or another, I will end farewell. I wonder how much it bothers me...
Whether it's really the fact that he wants to leave me without a job is what hurts me or, that he has agreed to be intimate with me and now treats me like another shabby employee. After the things I know and how much I have helped organize his life.
"Well..." I swallow saliva and agree. "I will now send you the location by W******p."
The last thing I hear from him is a sigh. And he hangs up.
As time goes on, more fear generates in me knowing that Black will come.
When I leave the house I try not to wake mom or my little sister, although she goes to school for a while. Their alarms sound at the time they have to sound.
I'm untangling my long brown, wet hair when a horn sounds outside the House.
What the hell. Barely fifteen minutes have passed of a journey that normally lasts half an hour.
I approach the window to corroborate what my heart fears and it is so. He's out there. I hate him even though he seems so attractive to me... Which makes me hate him even more.
He's stubborn with me, like it's personal.
"Mina? Are you here?"
"Yes, Mom," I tell her as I put on my shoes in a hurry. "I'm leaving now."
"Who's outside?" Mom asks.
"She's a coworker." Lucky mom can't get out of bed to corroborate it. Bah, it's not that lucky, but she didn't see it. He came looking for me because I'm arriving with some delay.
"Take care, honey!"
"You too, Mom. I love you."
And I'm looking for my purse confirming that the bunch of keys to the offices is there. How much I hate them. Next thing I know, I'm out.
The car is high-end, navy blue and so bright that it reflects my face with huge dark circles. I forgot to do my makeup, when I arrive I will ask my secretary partner if she can lend me something to help me with this look.
As soon as I open the door, I can't help but take a look at the back seat. There's no one. The nightmare I had is torturing me.
"Hey." He says.
His hair is scrambled. Looks like he's about to rip it off.
But so disheveled looks beautiful. A beauty that I hate and that hurts. He's the kind of man who will never look at me more than as his whore, which I let myself become last night.
"I'm sorry for the delay." I say with my voice like knives, looking forward.
"Put on...seat belt." He mutters.
And on top of that he has to teach me manners? It's actually about my lack of habit of driving, so I follow the rules and put on my belt.
"Give me the keys?" He tells me.
"I'm sorry."
"Hummm."
He gives a new snort and for an instant his gaze, his intense blue eyes intersect with mine, dark brown. The moment is uncomfortable so I look away suddenly.
When I understand that we are going down the street, but we do not take the path that we should do to narrow the distances.
"Mr. Hamilton, you could go down Avenida Del Sol." I suggest.
"Clear. Now I'll take it over there." However, we make half a block more and stop on a bus. What the hell?
He lowers the window and the machine talks to him. "Good morning, sir. What you offered?"
He looks at me.
"The ogre wants to invite you to breakfast on the way." He looks at me and I can not help but do it too, stupefied.
"Is this a joke?" I ask.
"No, Mina. It's not a joke. Could you excuse me?"
Like a baby who has had a tantrum, I take the bite to my mouth. I take advantage of every minute that I find opportune to be able to drink without spilling the hot drink on top. The last thing I need is to dirty the car to Mr. Ogre and that now the scandal is for this reason, the truth is that burning is not what worries me at the moment.However, he seems to notice my concern. "I do not stop because we are on tight times." He confesses something resembling an apology. "But as soon as we will arrive, if you want, I can order another breakfast.""Why would you do something like that, Mr. Hamilton?" I have every desire to protect him and not treat him with the respect that I had until yesterday, but something suggests that as soon as respect has broken between us, I will be the one who will be at loss. What I most want is to resume the employment relationsh
It seems that I said an insult to him or something that he did not like at all. Black Hamilton, the cold and indomitable entrepreneur finally seems to have felt intimidated at my words. As if I had poison or something that made him feel offended, the truth is that I never thought I would live to see the moment when what I said, could emit some reaction. He walks away as if infected with some deadly contagious disease. But no, I'm just a virgin, don't be alarmed, Dear Boss. "I... I didn't know, Mina. I didn't have to know, forget it. I'm sorry." He pulls away and rubs his face as if he were processing the words or if he was reproaching himself internally how he could not have supposed it before. But my head gets a huge surprise a little late to process. He apologized to me. "Don't worry, sir... " I gulped and as he pointed at the door. Did you just feel like I'm a virgin? Will I risk losing my job this time? Don't I serve you as far as your particular whore? "I'll make your coff
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If anything characterizes this company in its tangible matter, it is its walls littered with abstract paintings. All very similar: at first I thought they were pieces of skin or meat that ranged from pinkish to deep red, like pieces of naked bodies entangling, making love or sometimes mutilating themselves. And they don't have a signature. How strange.I read on some internet sites that many paintings do not explicitly carry a signature on the end of the painting, but that they do it in another way. Some artists do it by painting their face somewhere that people appear, others do it with their initials through a technician that only allows to capture the signature with X-rays.I have no idea if the signature of the artist in question is "signature" of the range of similar colors. Or would that be his "style"? The point is that so far I have been thinking about it because as Mr Hamilton finishes his meeting with Mr Mendes, he is on his way to lunch. Vania and I receive our rations in
George is Irish just like every one of his traits. In his blood runs the evidence that he is a smart boy, beautiful and even friendlier when it comes to beer. He's also gay. If I didn't know this in advance, seeing him so glued to Alicia as they carefully watch the scene that Emmett Mendes is riding right now, would make me think that they are a pretty nice couple or coworkers. But also Gossip.Yet the one who is doing everything wrong is the son of the High leader of the United Kingdom who has gone to look for the secretary of his father's partner to invite him for a drink. Drink that is the perfect excuse to have sex, surely. Matter of fact I can't. Firstly because it would violate Black's trust and secondly because I am a virgin! And he would notice! "Ooooh, Wow." I mutter... "Thank... Thank you." I wish the earth would open and swallow me right now. "But I'm really busy tonight." "It's Thursday, we're a step away from the weekend. A getaway will not come bad. I told you that in
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As soon as alcohol comes into contact with my mouth, I know I'm not quite ready for this.The Disco with music from the eighties that George threw as an excuse, quickly becomes a reason to go out to Google Maps for information about it. We had to swap phones to keep in touch and hold the same lie for the sake of the three of us. While I'm not part of the couple of friends, I get involved soon. The Madrid disco is called "Blue Ocean" and is a pass. Far are my chances of hitting my unreachable wishes every weekend so my night culture is not very frequent, besides that I also do not like this much of going out to dance. However, there are details of the place that make it interesting, it is not of high society, of those lobbies to which black Hamilton and Emmett Mendes usually go, but that this seems rather an under, Urban bar, with first floor where the crazy party is and a subsoil with sets of armchairs to come to flirt without the noise from above. I haven't come to flirt, but I've