Chapter 2

I enter my private elevator, I wouldn't enter with all the employees at the same time for the world, apart from the fact that it's uncomfortable for me how they stare at me. My elevator has glowing letters that read "Corporate" so everyone respect this elevator, you don't want to lose your job over that little detail.

I walk through the 25th floor until I go to my office that is at the bottom, I notice that my secretary is not there and I look at my watch, it is because she was here. Someone will have problems today. I enter my office, the view of New York from here is extraordinary, I touch my glass desk gently with my fingers to make sure it is perfectly clean, as is my ergonomic swivel chair, the glass that semi surrounds my office, yes, everything it is perfect.

I take my laptop out of my briefcase and turn it on sitting in my chair ahhh! I could fall asleep in it, I love it, I look at a piece of paper on my desk, it seems strange to me, I take the paper out from under the newsprint and look at it, it's a resignation letter from my secretary.

I read it carefully, why are you resigning? "Personal Reasons" that for me is not a why, I was not even a month old, Damn! Why didn't you notify me in time? I have a trip to England tomorrow morning, I hate irresponsible people.

I'm going to Malcom's office, he must already be here, since I hate that they do this, why not notify him 15 days before? I am a busy person. Thinking all of this with rage inside, I walk down the corridor, perfectly carpeted, the beige walls, the fine lamps hanging from the ceiling, I watch as all the people who walk down this same corridor move away when they see me, I open the door without knocking , bad idea.

Malcom's redhead assistant, Andi, is on his legs, and he has his hand where I dare not look, I prefer to close my eyes, she has good curves but mixing with your assistant is not correct, much worse if she is married, at seeing me she gets up, with a face of horror. Although Malcom doesn't mind, I am annoyed by these types of unprofessional acts within my company.

"Malcom..." my neutral expression is more than enough for these types of occasions, Andi walks past me.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Centinelo." She looks down as she adjusts her skirt and walks past me.

I downplay it, I only see Malcom who is stroking his beard as he watches Andi leave the office.

"Are you serious, Malcom?" I ask with a slightly annoyed tone in my voice when Andi has already left. "Do your dirty things away from my company."

Malcom just laughs.

"Santiago, it's the only time I can see her, her husband is with her all the time the rest of the day." I raise an eyebrow and shake my head, if there's one thing I've never done, it's mix with married women.

I downplay the Malcom thing, I have to figure this out.

“Sara resigned “I say this putting the letter on her table “Did she tell you something? Why not just say a few days before so we have time to find someone else? Malcom frowns.

"Honestly, he didn't tell me anything." He takes the resignation letter and begins to read it.

"I'm going to England tomorrow, so I need you to get me a secretary for when I get back, I have a lot to do and I can't be late."

“Well, don't worry, from today I'll tell Andi to post the ad for the job opportunity, the day you return she'll already be here. “Malcom picks up the phone and begins to give instructions to his secretary for the job vacancy announcement “Ready “he says hanging up the call “don't worry Santiago, you'll see that everything will be fine.

For this and many more reasons, Malcom is my right hand.

I go back to my office calmer, I worked a little more than usual because I don't have a secretary, I can survive without a secretary but not forever. I return home, I'm tired, I just change and I fall asleep in moments.

My alarm goes off at 4 am, Malcom leaves me a message that everything is ready for my trip to England, since I don't have a secretary he is doing double the work, but a job very well done. I put on my characteristic business suits, without them I feel like it's not me, Rosa has my suitcase ready when I go downstairs, I say goodbye to her, the company driver is waiting for me to take me to the jet.

I'm dozing off again when we arrive, I spot my jet with the letters "Centinelo" on both sides from leagues away, it's perfect, I wouldn't fly on a public plane, I can't even think about it.

The trip is quite tiring, meanwhile, I check emails and look for opportunities to invest my money, there are very interesting things every day. My day goes by fast, as always.

The meeting is more than productive, new partners, new investments, business opportunities.

"Centinelo, are you coming to the party later?" “Asks Anthony Romanov, a rather older Russian businessman, his hair and beard graying with age, while I take a sip of champagne, a young woman with black hair and a very pronounced neckline (which looks more than good on her, I must admit) is taken from his arm.

“Sure,” I say, trying not to seem interested in the beauty with him.

“This is my fiancée, Lauren. she adds, I smile at Lauren holding out my hand and she takes it, her soft, delicate fingers next to mine feel beyond good.

I greet Lauren and she stares at me in a very provocative way for the rest of the evening, her honey eyes sparkle with a special shine that almost tells me to approach her with her thick arched lashes, Mr. Romanov invites me to share limo with him and his fiancée to go to the party, I have my own limo but going with this beauty Lauren next to me makes me consider sharing with them.

Mr. Romanov leaves to talk to some partners, leaving Lauren and me alone at the large round glass table, he begins to flirt with his eyes, I just stare at her while I drink a glass of my wine.

"I never imagined that Santiago Centinelo was so young and attractive." “Lauren breaks the silence after a few minutes of flirtatious glances between the two of them and her comment makes me smile.

"Thank you Lauren, and I never imagined that Romanov's fiancée was so beautiful." I raise an eyebrow as I put my glass of wine on the table. She smiles, revealing her perfectly aligned white teeth. Honestly, I didn't even imagine that Romanov could still have a woman.

"Mr. Centinelo, would you mind if we went outside?" The music has me a little disoriented “she stands up leaning towards me showing me her cleavage, well, why tell her no?

As I figured, he didn't want to just talk. Lauren goes to a bathroom, and I sneakily follow her, she makes sure to close it well, she corners me in a corner and starts kissing me passionately, I'm not going to waste it, I take her by the waist and put her on a sink, she moans from pleasure as I kiss her neck and caress one of her thighs, but this is not a good place for these things, her fiancé is a very important partner, I can't risk it, and I know she doesn't want to risk it.

"Let's go somewhere else," I murmured in her ear, sending a shiver through her entire body.

She nods, we take the limo, and even being there she can't contain herself, if this woman is pure fire. How will poor Romanov do at such an advanced age?