first thing that c

g about his fiancée yesterd

always worked hard to achieve her goals, to help her parents and to grow as a professiona

uddenly, she looked at the glass and gave a little smile, rememberin

, with a sad smile. “I’

y as she walked out of the room. I

twice. After his permiss

let him see how much this situation affected her. So when sh

ept her chin up, wi

pers and then he looke

it, Ms. R

e working for him, he never asked her to take a sit. Something

ted to tighten her feet. Her throat was dry an

’m fine here.” Ch

x and then, she would cry.

hile he got up. “I’ll go s

table and he leaned o

riguez?” he simply asked, as if t

creamed. Her eyes co

. Do you have a boyfrie

r a sigh, she corrected herself. “I

ed. “Meet me for a dinner

Her mouth was half-open, she could not say a word. Her mind was a c

te, he was majestic, untouchable. He had a

u?” she asked after a few

ing to his chair. “And don

escribe what was in her mind at that moment.

man thought he was to impose his will in whomever he wanted? He never heard a no during his life? Maybe that was

ave now, Ms

ady sat, with some

hard. She was trying to find the courage to spe

d at him,

took his eyes off the papers and glanced at h

hought she couldn’t be more surpr

talking to your boss.” he advised her. “W

s not harsh

om head to toe before he l

now.” he s

d. How could a man

had just said. And a few more seconds to

usiness dinner