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Sweet Secretary

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Episode 10

The room is huge. I'm just getting out of the shower and I can't believe this is happening. Like in TV dramas!

I finish drying my hair. Fearlessly, I run to the bed and lie down. It's super soft!

"Here is your clothes," his voice makes me sit up.

He holds a clothes carrier, sets it on the bed. Beside it, he puts a cardboard bag that surely contained shoes.

"Thank you!"

He nods.

"Come. I will help you change."

"No need. I can do it myself."

He seemed not to believe me.

"Let me do it."

White shirt. Shirt holder. Black socks.

"Do you go to the gym?" he asks.

"No. Well, sometimes I do some workout at home."

"You have big legs."

"Very slight."

I put on the pants. Buckle the belt. Christian wanted to adjust my bowtie, his fingers grazed my neck and his eyes were very focused on me.

"Done! You're ready."

In the mirror, I really liked my reflection. I looked really good! I felt handsome.

"Thanks for the help."

"You look very good. Why don't you wear a suit in the office?" he wanted to know.

I put some perfume on my outfit.

"Well, I hardly like wearing a suit. I feel it's too formal."

"The job you have is formal."

"Maybe. But I don't like it."

"You look very handsome!" he said.

"Thank you. I feel handsome!" I was sincere.

"It's time to go to the reception."

It was two o'clock.

"Of course."

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Everything was developing pleasantly. The food was very delicious. Pork loin in mushroom sauce, wine, pasta, bread. Delicious!

At the table was his family. His mother, his other brother, and some not so important relatives.

"Did you like the food?" Christian asked.

"It was very good. I'm full!"

We were sitting together.

"That's good. I always like watching you eat. You do it with so much desire and your face, when you enjoy the flavor, I don't know, you look cute."

That surprised me.

"Don't talk nonsense. You're a bit crazy!" I let him know.

He started laughing, his mother seemed surprised to see him like that.

"I'll go to the bathroom."

He got up from his seat and left. I stayed alone with Christian's family.

"How old are you?" his mother wanted to find out.

"I'm nineteen years old."

"You're very young!"

"I think so."

"How did you meet? My brother is not one to make friends and socialize," Gerardo intervened.

"I'm an intern at his company. That's how we met," I replied.

"Intern? What are you studying?"

"Office administration."

"I had never heard of that."

"Well, now you know there is a career called that."

"What area of the company are you in?"

"I'm Christian's secretary."

This last statement surprised Gerardo.

"His secretary?"

"That's right."

He took the glass to his mouth and drank a bit, seemed to doubt my words.

"Well, then my brother has changed."

"It's the first time I see him smile like that," added the mother.

What did they mean? How much had Christian changed?

"Are you serious?" I was curious.

"Of course. My son is cold and arrogant, it's very difficult to make him smile or socialize. But it seems you have changed that."

Their words surprised me a lot. So, did I have an influence on my boss?

"Well, we haven't known each other for long. I've been working for him for almost two weeks."

Both were surprised.

"Well, congratulations! I don't know what you did, but in such a short time, you have changed my son's attitude," said the mother. "Thank you for making him smile."

I felt flattered.

"Don't worry, I'm here to serve."

The dance time started. The newlyweds started to dance and some couples joined them.

"What did I miss?" Christian asked upon his return.

"The dance started," was all I said.

"Do you like to dance?"

"A little. Do you like it?"

"I don't know how to dance."

His response surprised me.

"Are you serious? If you, who are one of the most important businessmen in the city, know so many things. I can't believe you don't know how to dance."

The song ended, the couples returned to their seats. My cell phone started vibrating.

"Would you like to dance with me?" Juliana invited me to dance.

I declined the call from Raul.

"Of course."

It was a danzon. There wasn't much difficulty in moving the feet. We quickly adapted to the melody.

"I want to tell you something important," she said.

"Of course, I'm listening."

"This is about my son."

"Alright."

"I... are you really his secretary?"

"Yes. I am Christian's secretary."

She nodded.

"Well, you see, I know my son and I know that he hasn't been doing well these past years. Since his divorce, something broke inside him and it hurt me to see him so sad. He became a complete brat!"

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Yes, he was a brat with me at first."

Juliana smiled.

"But today he's a completely different man. He looks happy when he's with you!"

"Do you believe that?"

"I can confirm it."

"Then, I think that's a good sign."

There was a brief exchange between us and then we continued our conversation.

"I think my son feels something for you. I see it in his eyes!"

"Feel something for me? I think we can be good friends."

She slightly curved her lips into a smile.

"No, dear, Christian is enchanted with you. He's in love!"

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It's ten at night and the party is in full swing. Alcohol made many lose their good judgment and they loosened up for some scandalous fun. The newlyweds were really into it!

"Are you having fun?" He asked me.

And I was one of the many who had had too much to drink tonight. Juliana was my drinking buddy!

"Yes. I feel dizzy and I want to dance."

"Dance? But you can barely stand. You're a bit drunk!"

I laughed. There was no reason to, but I laughed anyway.

"What do you think if I take you to bed?"

"As you wish."

"Don't take him! Juliana ordered. The party is not over yet."

"Mom, you're drunk too. I'll tell Gilberto to take you home."

"Is Gilberto a man my age? She was as lost as I was."

"No. Calm down, mom. Gilberto is my driver."

"Oh."