Everyone whispered nervously in the corridors every time their boss arrived. They began to tremble with fear. Demetrio Laureti had become a cold and distant man, with no time for women, no time to fall in love. And only one woman managed to touch every fiber of the Italian's being, Evangelina Anderson, his former secretary of four years; a sweet, intelligent, beautiful and capable woman. The best of all, he used to tell her. The perfect woman.
He looked at his silhouette in the mirror, his features seemed more shapely, although he was still a gallant, he didn't mind enjoying it at all. He felt mentally frustrated. His precious friend had not reacted for years, and although he tried to use him on several occasions, he seemed dead. So, he decided to forget about it altogether.
