Episode 1

Dereck

In all my years as a boss, I had never crossed that line that I crossed with Gabriela. I acted like a true imbecile, trying to prove to myself that I was indifferent to her. It was late, too late for me to realize that I liked her more than I thought, and yet, my confessions were in vain. It's pathetic to leave the woman I like in someone else's arms, and much to my regret, that feeling is not reciprocated. I suppose the right woman for me has not come yet. However I look at her, there's something I like, whether it's her gray eyes or maybe it's that way she pouts when she concentrates on her work. I have to let her go, she is not the woman who will accompany me for the rest of my life.

"Mr. Cooper, remember that at two o'clock is the interview for the girl who will replace me," her cheeks turned red as she saw how intensely I looked at her. "Her name is Jane Wilson, it's worth mentioning that her resume caught my attention."

"Very well, Jones. You'll accompany me to interview her, after all you have to tell her what the job is based on," she wrinkled her nose and reluctantly agreed to stay. These will be the last days I will see her around here.

"Yes, sir," she whispered, returning her eyes to the tablet screen in her hands.

I laughed at the stupidity I told her a few days ago, where the hell did I get the idea that she was gay? Maybe it was because of the embarrassing moment I was experiencing. Gabriela Jones will remain as a reminder of something impossible that didn't happen.

"He who laughs alone at his pranks will remember," she smiled nervously. "I'll go prepare the meeting room to receive Ms. Wilson. Permission to leave."

"Go ahead, Jones," I smiled, and she left the office leaving me completely alone. "You look charming every time you blush."

"I heard you, Mr. Cooper!" she shouted from the hallway. "Even your ears are big..."

I shook my head at the perverse thoughts that my mind was heading towards. I can't deny that I will miss seeing that large, juicy, and soft package moving around my office. I was too accustomed to her presence during the day. I suppose I believed she was mine before even having her. I focused on looking at the resume of the woman Gabriela found to replace her, but there's no one like her. Again my mind travels back to that night when I kissed her. If it hadn't been for too many drinks, I wouldn't have been able to do it. The next thing, it happened more naturally. However, the desire to possess her remains the biggest craving I've had in my life. It's like that sweet poison for the diabetic.

Damn it! I can't keep thinking about something that never happened. Gabriela and Adrian are getting married very soon, and I can't do anything about it. I walked out angrily towards the meeting room. I'm not in the mood for interviews today, or ever. The fact that my best secretary is leaving puts me in a bad mood.

Distractedly, I collided head-on with a raccoon, and to make matters worse, that person - if you can call them that - has the audacity to be so rude and not apologize.

"Watch where you're going, idiot," she muttered, picking up a folder and several papers from the floor. "Chivalry fights with the brat, doesn't it?"

"Excuse me?" she looked up. I don't know what's worse, the horrible clothes she's wearing or that makeup that doesn't suit her at all. "Do you not know who you're talking to, girl?"

Yes, despite wearing a huge dress that is not her size, she is a girl with the wrong outfit. What is a woman with no grace doing in my company? Who the hell let her in?

"Well, I don't know who you are and I don't care to know," she neatly organized each sheet and stood up. "I have better things to do than waste time with a blind and idiotic person who isn't capable of apologizing. Your egocentrism oozes from every pore, what can one expect?"

I arched an eyebrow, looking her up and down. The black dress seems to be from her grandmother. The red lipstick is dry on those chapped lips. The blue eyeshadow doesn't go well at all with that poorly done eyeliner. Does she not have mirrors in her house?

"I'll have to buy her one," I said aloud, and she furrowed her brow. The only attractive thing about her are those hazel eyes shining so intensely. I would cut off the rest of her body, keeping only the head.

"What?" she raised her voice a bit. "Anyway, I'm late for the damn interview. I don't have time to waste on a man who thinks he's superior to others."

Just as she appeared in front of me, she disappeared into the conference room. So the poorly dressed girl will be my secretary. Not happening. I won't have a defective raccoon working with me. This is a fashion company, not a circus to showcase clown shows. I walked towards the conference room, where Gabriela, very professionally, was asking her several routine questions.

"Oh, Mr. Cooper. Come in. You've arrived just in time. This is Miss Wilson," the girl turned her head towards me, and I smiled sideways as I saw her pale in a fraction of a second. I'll have some fun with her.

"Good afternoon, Miss Wilson," I sat next to Gabriela, and she nervously smiled with a face redder than a tomato. "Tell me, what would you do to present a very important fashion event? Would you dress like that or insult each of the attendees as you did a few moments ago? I want to hear in your own words why you've decided to work with us."

She stared at me, embarrassed, not knowing where to put her head. But her answer left me speechless.

"Mr. Cooper, I know we didn't start off on the right foot, but don't you think I'm right in telling you that you didn't notice my presence because you were distracted? I understand, I don't look like a professional, beautiful, and modest woman. This outfit is even borrowed," I glanced at Gabriela who was listening attentively. "I ask for your forgiveness, and I understand if the job isn't for me. You don't have to say it, just by looking at your face, I know you'll say no because of my appearance. It's normal, I made a very bad impression by coming dressed in this ridiculous way. Thank you for the opportunity, Gabriela. May I leave?"

She stood up, straightened the chair, and left us speechless.

"Keep looking, Jones. That disrespectful girl will not be my secretary."

"But she's the most qualified for the position," I took a deep breath. "You have no choice but to accept her, Mr. Cooper. I have my job too, and I'm neglecting it to find the right prospect for a secretary. Besides, there's no need to be so rude," she left the office in a bad mood. I absolutely refuse to hire a clown in my offices. Now I'm in debt.

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