What a beauty

Emiliana

“Mr. Williams will be the one who will accompany you to Barcelona, Spain.” I explained to the man over the phone call.

I played with my pen while attentively listening to him speaking, “are you not coming over? Wouldn’t it be better if you also participate in facilitating the construction of the living area? You mostly did the design for it.”

I let go of the pen and swirl my chair before I stood up and walked over to the glass window. “Mr. Williams knows what to do. He’s more suitable to be at the site than an intern like me. He is much more informative than me, Mr. Zevallos. With Mr. Williams there, I am confident that he can provide a more detailed information’s to the contractors we’ve partnered with for this project.” I convinced him, professionally and patiently as I could ever be.

It’s been a week and four days since my unexpected love confession from Mr. Zevallos. After the man left, Nicholas and I simply had our lunch and afterwards he brought me back to the office.