Yesterday, as soon as I got home, I received a phone call from my boss whose version of the facts was so melodramatic as to leave no doubt that they could only have been reported by Amelia to destroy once and for all any chance of me making an excuse and staying at work. The only positive thing in all this is that she and Adam did not spend the night together. He came home alone, had his usual shot of whiskey, and went to bed after reviewing some papers. In other words, there is nothing to indicate that he is boiling with hatred for me, but there is also nothing to make me think that at the end of this tunnel a light would come on from there. I take a deep sigh and finish ironing my uniform, which after being washed is as good as new. I have to turn it in before nine o'clock and pick up my pay for yesterday's work. Not that I need th

I use my day off from Affair to get back to my business and thus remember who I am, what I am doing here, and what the real plan is. While I wait for my allies, I reread Luigi's letter, and the question he asked again torments me, "What's the matter Francisca? " The truth is, it's more trouble than I expected to find after meeting CEO Adam Arnault.  He plays on a side of the field that I am not used to venturing. With Jean or any man it was always much easier to deal with, because it's just satisfying the simple human being: attraction, hard-on, and most importantly an instant need for pleasure.  Adam Arnault doesn't. It is not just attraction or horniness that he desires. It is a race, where the way is much more important than the finish. He is in no hurry, though he doesn't fail to show his intense interest. He puts me on

 “ Monsieur Arnault, you have come…”,I wanted to take him by surprise as he closed his car, but his body turned just in time for our gazes to meet and our smiles to open in perfect harmony. “ You're very surprised for someone who said he was sure I would come”,he replies, never able to let go of his teasing. Although your teasing doesn't compare to mine. Who tells me this, are his eyes that stick to my almost half-naked body in this unusual outfit. And even though I tried to hide the pom-poms in a bag so as not to give away at face value what I came here to do, his analytical gaze didn't miss their colorful and extravagant appearance. “ Are you cheering for something tonight?”,he asks curiously.

With no security guards or cameras, it wasn't too difficult to get into Adam Arnault's residence. The wall is not high and the trees next to the house were a huge help. I went inwards, helping myself to the inner garden of the residence, because being in the living room, there is a huge risk of Adam or Amelia peeking out. I tried to calculate the kitchen window that was open, a full demonstration of confidence in the sense of security and order that living in such a neighborhood offers its inhabitants. And even crime feels afraid to act, because one is aware that whoever is caught, the tolerance will be zero. Therefore, I move like a cat when jumping into the window. Wearing gloves, I am not afraid to touch the flawless black marble surfaces. They glisten like a precious sto

“ No, I weakened!”, I answer without leaving my pride that should accompany a man until he dies. “ I won't let you ruin your life like that for a man who must die”, Luigi holds the gun firmly and with the slightest click, it will fire, “I warned you that you would end up in love with him and you couldn't fulfill your father's request. I won't let you fall into dishonor Francisca!” “ Then shoot! Shoot Luigi. Because I won't kill him. It's not just because I'm in love with him, I'm simply tired of living up to the ideals my father created to escape the pain of having lost my mother.  I never promised him to kill Adam Arnault, but I gave my word to you, so you can collect it. But, don't forget that first of all, his first wish was for Adam to become part of our family and to fulfill the pro