"Come in." - his smile is much more sincere than mine, while he points with one hand to my right to indicate the next room.
I swallow as I nod at his words, following him when I see him open the large clear glass door.
I never set foot in her house again, even when my sister threatened me to have dinner at her boyfriend's house.
I knew I couldn't avoid them indefinitely. My sister and my ex's brother are getting married in a few months and my family will be his.
"I saw your grades, Miss." - he says with a more serious and authoritative tone, perhaps to make me feel more comfortable as he takes place in front of me, behind a large black wooden desk.
I nod at his words again, raising my chin confidently as I realize what he just said.
My grades are the only thing I am proud of in life, as the rest of my choices have only brought me so much trouble.
"And I saw that you have been requested by other entrepreneurs." - he continues, starting to leaf through a folder between his fingers, which makes me understand that in front of his eyes there are all the information of my life.
I don't know how interesting my life can be, as I grew up in an orphanage until my sister turned eighteen and took me away with her.
We found peace in Miami, where I graduated and decided to live the rest of my life, hoping to find my biological mother, whom I keep looking for without my sister knowing.
"Why do you insist so much on staying in Florida?" - he asks without thinking twice, making me lose my smile and start rummaging in my head to find a convincing answer, even if I hate lying to people around me.
Nobody knows I'm investigating on my parents, but the desire to know who I am is stronger than me and my stubbornness.
I part my lips and start shooting the first justification that comes to mind, but I breathe a sigh of relief when I hear the door behind me open, saving me from Bartol's question.
I know he is not a man who keeps secrets, he proved it to me several times when I was still engaged with his son.
I notice that Bartol furrows his eyebrows as he looks towards the door, and then assumes an annoyed expression, making me understand that he is on the verge of firing one of his employees, but I jerk my head up when he opens his mouth to speak:
"You're late, Jason."
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