It's a shame
Vivian
The next morning, I wake up at 6:50, trying to get ready and be able to arrive on time. By 8:15 in the morning, I am already ready and I look at myself in the mirror of the closet, happy with the result.
I chose a knee-length black skirt that fits tightly to my body, high-waisted with button details in the front. I paired it with a beige satin blouse with long sleeves and a V-neck, although the neckline is quite low, my breasts are not visible because the cut is quite closed. I chose closed heels in the same color as the blouse or as similar as possible, a purse in the color of the skirt, subtle makeup that is not heavy or extravagant, and I wear my hair tied in a low ponytail, well brushed.
"Well, let's go."
I leave the room and go down the stairs. When I reach the bottom, I take out my phone to call a taxi. Right at that moment, Carmen appears from the kitchen.
"Are you going out?" she asks, and I nod. "If the boss comes, what should I tell him?" I look up from my phone and glare at her.
"Carmen, how many days have I been living here?" I ask, and she furrows her brow, confused by my question.
"Five days, sir." she replies.
"And in those five days, have you seen Mr. Johnson in this house?"
"No."
"Exactly. What makes you think he's going to come today?" I question. "Relax, and if he does come, believe me, he won't ask for me." I say with an ironic smile, although deep inside it causes me acute pain. She looks down, but still waits for my response. I sigh and decide to tell her just to put her at ease. "I'm going to sign a work contract." I inform her, and she looks up, visibly relieved.
Half an hour later, I find myself at the location. The elevator doors open on the 20th floor, and I step out into a spacious lobby. There's a reception desk with a tall, brunette girl behind it. In front of her, there's a sofa with a coffee table. The magazines are perfectly arranged, and there's a vase with white flowers.
I take a deep breath and walk towards the secretary, who gives me a friendly smile.
"Good morning, I have an appointment at nine o'clock at this place. My name is Vivian Smith." I greet and inform her.
"Yes, I was the one who called you yesterday. Mr. Narvaez is the one who will see you, but he's currently busy. Please have a seat and wait." she says, pointing to the sofa. I smile and nod.
I turn around and walk towards the sofa, take a seat, and take a deep breath to control my nerves. Suddenly, a dark-haired woman comes out of one of the offices with a red face, whether from anger or embarrassment, I'm not sure. I suppose it's more of the former, as she quickly passes through the lobby. The secretary's phone rings, and she answers it promptly.
"Yes, Mr. Salvatierra." she speaks, and the woman's face turns to one of astonishment, then fear. "Yes, sir, I'll take care of it." she hurriedly gets up from her chair and leaves her workstation, heading towards the other office. She knocks on the door and enters a few seconds later.
What could be happening? I'm getting more nervous.
After five minutes, the woman comes out of the office with a folder in her hand. She goes straight to the other office, knocks on the door, and then enters.
Heavens! The girl's demeanor went from calm to stressed in a matter of seconds.
This is scaring me.
Lorenzo
Damn it... Shit, that stupid woman just ruined my day. How dare she touch me without my consent? I hate easy women.
The office door is knocked, and I look forward.
"Come in." I say, and the doors open. Pamela peeks in with a nervous expression.
"Excuse me, sir." she says as she enters the room.
"Tell me." I demand, not in the mood for nonsense.
"Mr. Salvatierra, Mr. Narvaez is already taking care of firing and settling out Miss Andrea. Regarding your request for a new assistant as soon as possible, I inform you that we had scheduled a young woman to come in today to sign a contract and start her duties as Mr. Narvaez's assistant. Considering what happened, he's offering to let her go to you." she explains.
"Very well."
"But, there's a problem." she says, and I look at her, annoyed. "The young woman is in the internship program." she finishes, and I take a moment to think about what she just said.
I don't like this at all. I need someone with experience, not a young girl who needs to learn.
"Is that the young woman's resume?" I ask, and she nods. "Bring it here." I stretch my arm and she quickly walks towards me, handing me the folder. As I open it and see the photo, I feel like I've seen this girl somewhere before, I rack my brain and quickly remember. It's the girl who bumped into me several weeks ago when I was leaving the elevator.
"As you can see, the girl has excellent recommendations and a good GPA." Pamela comments.
"The woman I just fired also had excellent recommendations, and she turned out to be a gold digger interested in sleeping with me for her own gain." I comment, Pamela widens her eyes and then lowers her gaze.
"Did you say the girl is here?" I ask, and she nods. "Bring her in."
"Yes, sir, permission granted."
Pamela leaves the office just as nervous as before while I continue reading the girl's resume.
Vivian Elizabeth Smith Laurent, 23 years old, is in the last semester of business administration, she has an excellent GPA and according to her teachers' description, she is a very intelligent girl with initiative and a strong sense of responsibility.
The office door is knocked once again and I lift my gaze from the papers.
"Come in."
The door opens and the aforementioned girl enters, I must say that my memory did not do her justice, she is even more beautiful than I remember, she has beautiful red hair, thick and long eyelashes of the same color, incredible light blue eyes, a very delicate and upturned nose, perfectly painted full lips in a pale pink, her face is very angelic, her skin is white and creamy, she is neither tall nor short, she may be around 5 feet 6 inches or maybe 5 feet 7 inches, she has a slender frame, but still has quite prominent curves that her outfit allows me to appreciate.
"Good morning, Mr. Salvatierra." She greets with an angelic tone of voice.
"Good morning, Miss Smith, please have a seat." I ask and she does as I say. "Very well, has Miss Pamela informed you of what is happening?"
"No, sir."
"Well, let me explain, I just fired my personal assistant. He disrespected me and I don't tolerate such behavior. Due to the position I hold in this company, I can't be without an assistant for a long time. Mr. Narvaez came up with the idea that you, who were supposed to be his assistant, should become mine. Under different circumstances, I wouldn't approve of the idea, but considering that this is something beyond my control, I will give you a chance. You will be on trial for a month, Miss Smith. If during that time you fulfill your duties satisfactorily, you will sign an indefinite contract with the company. Otherwise, you will remain in the internship program and be placed in another department. What do you think?" I ask, finishing my explanation.
"I think it's excellent." she affirms.
"Can you start today?"
She is surprised for a few seconds, but then nods.
"Of course, I have no problem with that." she assures.
"Very well, Miss Smith, welcome to Salvatierra Industries." I say, extending my hand, she smiles and takes it, and in that moment I notice the wedding ring on her finger. "Are you married?" I ask.
"Y... yes." she responds embarrassed.
"Your resume says you're single."
"The truth is, I got married a few days ago, less than a week ago, in fact." she explains, and I look at her surprised.
"Miss Smith, as the CEO of Salvatierra Industries, you, as my assistant, will have to accompany me to galas, dinners, or business meetings, and if necessary, you will have to accompany me on trips within and outside the country. Do you think this could create any problems with your husband?" I ask, trying to hide my disappointment upon learning that she is married.
"No, Mr. Salvatierra, there won't be any problems." she assures, and I could swear I see sadness in her eyes.
"Very well, if you say so" I comment. "Let's start with something simple" I say, taking the tablet from my desk. "In this device, I have recorded my appointments for this afternoon and the upcoming week. I need you to cancel the ones for Thursday morning and reschedule them for Friday afternoon. Also, please try to make sure I don't have any commitments after twelve on Saturday. I have just sent a file regarding the upcoming product launches, and I need you to check that everything is in order with the FDA permissions and certificates. Please send me the report by the end of the afternoon" she nods quickly, and I refrain from smiling at that. "You may go."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, permission granted" she turns around, and I can't help but admire her perky ass.
It's a shame that she's married.
Lorenzo Salvatierra Lagos
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