Chapter 2

Saying those words, Brianna finally stood up. She turned around, her back to her soon”to”be ex”husband. “What did you want to tell me?” He repeated, his wife slammed on the brakes. “Nothing "love," she said, emphasizing the word love, and he simply let her go with a laugh, breaking Briana's heart a little more. As soon as she left for the office, her heart beat in a hurry, unable to understand why her husband had left her out of the blue. Worst of all, the news she couldn't tell him. She drops her body in the doorway, the floor shifts beneath her feet. She closes her eyes, not knowing what to do. Two years later, Briana is at work. Suddenly, she enters her small cubicle, suggestive. “Did you finish what I asked you to do? You're so slow, Briana. I have every desire to throw you out, but there you are," she said and rolled her eyes, leaning her body against the durlock wall,” so please hurry to the office, the new boss is there. “New boss? “he asked in a quiet voice.” “Less questions and get a move on. You don't want to keep him waiting; you've been here barely a month.” “Sure, boss.” She nodded, and started walking in her high heels, the only ones she had. Her steps were too short to make it to the office. As soon as she crossed the big wooden door, sepulchral silence invaded everything. There was a man with his back turned, sitting in a swivel chair. Briana smoothed her skirt with her hands and bit her lips. “Hello...” she murmured in an uneasy voice, breathing nervously. “Hello... So here you are," said a familiar voice. It had been two years since she had heard it again, and her whole body shuddered. She crossed her arms, trying to protect herself. “Hello," she commented, trying not to cry. She hated him with all her heart, he had ruined her whole life. “You are my new assistant, here I have all the numbers you have to schedule, besides, you have to help me with the paperwork and also with the records. Here, it seemed that anything but running the company was being done," he said quickly, and then added, "I only have one requirement. “One requirement?” he asked doubtfully. “Every time you go out you put the lock on the door, and you must always knock before entering. Well now go away, I have to continue working. “Uhm, excuse me," she said and walked away. As he did so, he leaned against the door; his heart beat in a hurry. He hadn't expected to see them, especially not after two years. As soon as she reached the cubicle, her friend Melisa looked at her funny. “It seems you saw a ghost... What happened to you?” “I saw it...” she mumbled with her eyes lost. Her friend did not understand and moved her arm in an accelerated way in front of her. “A ghost? What...?” “No! It was Eduardo!” “Ah Eduardo!” she exclaimed, although she immediately wrinkled her eyebrows, "Eduardo who?” “My ex”husband," he said. “You're joking, aren't you?” “No, I told you he was very rich but I can't believe he bought... this company.” “What if he did it on purpose?” he asked. “I doubt it, he left me because he said I had bored him. He didn't love me anymore.” “ Then, is he really that much of a son of a...?” “Melissa, if they hear you, they'll throw us both out!” “Yes, you're right. “Yes, you're right. Well, what are you going to do now? “Well, I have to keep working, I have no other choice," she muttered and turned around to continue with her homework. As soon as he opened the list, he shuddered. Lots of women's names, he found. There were several who were super models, that did nothing but make her sad. She didn't want to feel that way. When she finished, she stood up so she could ask the gentleman if he needed anything else. She had spent three hours working, going through everything on her computer and phone. As soon as she entered the large office, she could see that outside, there was a desk. “I set up the desk so you can work here, did you finish what I ordered? “he asked without looking at her. “Yes sir, here is the notebook again.” “All right, I want you to arrange a meeting with one of the models, I need it for tonight.” “Of course, sir," he commented. "Surely with some of those... models with perfect waists," he thought painfully, "I'm not interested anyway, I only feel contempt for him!".” “You may go, I don't need you for anything else.” “D”Do you really give me the rest of the afternoon off?” he asked hopefully. “Yes, don't you listen?”