Chapter 6: Rosaura Morales.

Rosa's POV.

“Can you see everything?” I asked Quinn over the micro-sized AirPod in my ear, and she sighed.

“I can, I told you the mini cameras would work,” She told me in such a boastful way, and I smiled.

Looking around, I could pick out the elites, and I fidgeted a bit.

“Are you sure I won't get caught?” I asked Quinn, and I heard her scoff.

“This is Rose speaking in you, shut her up and bring out Rosaura,” She commanded, and I smiled, always the girl to cheer me up.

“Hello, Mi lady,” I heard someone say behind me, and turned to see a young man in a suit, recognizing him from the list of invitees Quinn gave me earlier. I knew he was the CEO of Maxwell's Corps, which he inherited from his father.

“Good evening, Mr Enzo maxwell” I replied, giving a little curtsy.

“You know me?” He asked, and I nodded with a smile.

“How wouldn't I know the outstandingly handsome CEO of Maxwell Corps?” I asked and couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at the proud look on his face.

Men would always be men.

“Of course, I am indeed popular, may I say miss…” He paused, and I understood immediately.

“Miss Rosaura, Rosaura Morales”

“May I see Miss Rosaura that you are indeed a beautiful lady, care for a dance?” He asked and could hear Quinn burst out laughing.

“What?” I asked from the side of my mouth so as not to sound crazy, and she replied.

“He doesn't know who he just came in contact with,” I rolled my eyes and looked back at Enzo, who had his arm outstretched.

“As much as I love to dance with you, I plead to disagree.” He dropped his arm immediately and smiled, trying to cover his surprise.

“Oh, I guess next time then,” He said, walking away.

Quinn started laughing again, and I shushed her.

“He seems like a nice man.”

“There are no nice men in this world, only the ones who need you, and the ones who use you,” I told her, and she remained silent afterwards.

I looked around for the one person I came to see, Gary, but couldn't make out any sight of him.

“Quinn, are you positive that he's coming today?” I asked her, and she sighed.

“I am positive, at least, maybe.”

“Shit,” I cursed slightly, only to see a group of men at the corner, drinking.

I moved closer, listening to their conversation; the smallest information can be helpful anyway.

“I know you would make a great CEO of Beaumont Estates, Mr Andres,” I heard one of them say, and my eyes widened.

Is Gary not the CEO?

“What do you think is the major criterion for a CEO of a company?” the supposed Andres asked, and the rest laughed over it.

“It's pretty simple, of course, He has to be the biological son, I don't think any other thing matters.” One amongst them answered, and I nearly scowled.

What if the son is as useless as Gary?

“I beg to differ, sir. I believe that one of the major criteria for a CEO of a company should be a strategic visionary who would be able to make timely decisions and keep up a resilient culture,” I answered, and they all turned to me.

“I don't see why a woman would be bold enough to answer a question meant for men,” The one I interrupted said, and I shrugged.

“If the woman's view is way more on point than the man's own, I don't see why not,” I replied, and they all chuckled again.

“A feisty one, you are. My name is Andres.” The latter introduced, stretching forth his arms.

“Rosaura Morales, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” I took his palm for a shake and felt a spark immediately.

Redrawing, I smiled a little.

What was that?

“You sure are a defyingly smart lady,” He said.

“Smart enough to get a job at your company?” I asked slyly, and he laughed.

“Smart enough to be my wife,” He winked, and I frowned.

“Are you trying to flirt with me, Mr Andres?" I asked, and he shrugged.

“Maybe, maybe not, figure it out for yourself,” He said, winking again, and I felt my heart skip a beat.

What the hell is wrong with this stupid thing in my chest?

“Ignore him, I am Evans Underwood. If you are willing to apply, then you could send it through the company's email, beaumontestates@g***l.com.” One of the men said, and I acknowledged him with a small smile.

“Thank you, Nice to meet you again, Mr Andres, Mr Evans, I shall take my leave.” I curtsied a bit, turning to take my leave.

“Nice to meet you, too, Rosaura Morales,” Andres replied.

The way he said my name stilled me, and I paused for 0.25 seconds before leaving.

“Did you get all that?” I asked Quinn once outside.

“Yes, if Gary is not the CEO, it means that Mr Beaumont has other children.”

Could it be that Andres was his child?

No, a brother to Gary wouldn't have been so nice?

“The email?”

“I'm working on it, I could get you in, let's say…Three days?” She said, and I frowned.

“Make that a day,” I mumbled, and she scoffed.

“I am not your personal sidekick, Rosaura!” She snapped at me, and I had to squint my eyes due to her loud voice.

“Fine, fine, do what you want,” I sneered at her, and she scoffed again.

“I'll get you the job by tomorrow, you're welcome.” The bud disconnected afterwards, and I rolled my eyes.

“Again with the anger issues,” I muttered, removing the tiny piece from my ear and placing it in my pocket.

I waited for a taxi to go by, and when it did, I hailed it and entered, my mind reminiscing through the past as I stared at the mansion as we passed.

Gary Beaumont ruined my life six years ago, and now, I'll ruin his.