With the corner of my eye I take a look at him as I leave the office, taking advantage of the fact that he has turned his shoulders to me.
He comes to my house almost every weekend, but I've always tried to hide or pretend to be indifferent to him, even though I am dying inside to strangle him in front of his father.
His tight black t-shirt highlights his giant body, while his legs are hidden by a pair of simple dark pants.
Looking at him, someone who does not know him would say that he is a boxer or a tattoo artist, and not that he works in one of the largest fashion companies in Miami, but after all he has always been like this, he has always liked to be surrounded by women , especially if they are famous models with sexy features.
He cheated on me with Sharon, but I don't hate that bitch, on the contrary, I almost feel sorry for her, because I can even imagine how many times he will have had sex with the models of this company.
I shake my head when I notice that he and Bartol are about to turn towards me, so with my heart beating fast I hurry to walk towards the elevator, leaving a strong sigh of agony when I realize that his damn parfum still fills my nostrils.
I could have chosen to run any other company, even the lesser known in Miami in order not to have to face him from Monday to Saturday.
Instead I chose the most famous fashion house in this damn city where I was born.
Just long enough to find my parents and I'll never set foot in Miami again, it's a promise I've kept repeating in my head ever since I broke up with that bastard and my sister decided to marry her brother.
I throw my head back and close my eyes as soon as I reach the elevator.
The fact that I was hired, indeed, is not a surprise, but I try to console myself by thinking about how I can finally afford my own home and start a new life.
«Are you following me? - I jump on the sound of a familiar voice, as if I have known this man for a lifetime and not only this morning.
I open my eyes to confirm that I am in front of the annoying handsome blonde.
I know it's easy to recognize me by my hair and my baggy sweatshirt, but I didn't think he would talk to me again after my attitude this morning. I was implicitly clear in telling him that I'm not the type of woman who makes friends easily, yet I find him staring at me with a smile wider than an hour ago:
"Yes, and I also fell in love with you." - I mutter between my teeth annoyed, immediately regretting the words that escape from my lips.
If I have to work in this place I'd better act differently to make some friends, and the guy in front of me doesn't seem to have any bad intentions.
His expression is so sweet that I feel like I'm standing in front of Niall Horan .
I try a smile to let him know that I'm just kidding, but regardless of my face he reaches out in my direction, clearing his throat:
" Mikael ." - he says in a high-pitched voice full of enthusiasm, while I hasten to imitate him, trying not to be more rude than I have already been.
« Channelle .» - I stammer, looking at him from below and only now realizing how beautiful his eyes are, but instead of staring at him I decide to look down, on the documents that he holds between his fingers.
«I am the director of Melania's , and I have just become a partner of Bartol .» - he begins to explain to me as if I had asked him to give me the summary of his life, while I just nod, parting my lips slightly in surprise.
I would have preferred to be already aware of the recent changes in this company , since from tomorrow the whole economy of this place will be in my hands.
I don't even know if Bartol is in trouble running his business, but the fact that the old business entity has been fired leads me to ask myself two questions.
"We'll see each other quite often, Channelle ." - he happily concludes as soon as the lift opens behind me, at which I raise my hand in greeting and show the same fake smile I did a little while ago, as I step outside the metal walls and mumble between the teeth:
"See you soon Mikael ."
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