Chapter 4 My boss

"No, don't exaggerate. You'll see that it will be great for you there, and not to mention that they don't work weekends, which is good for you."

"That's new. Is it possible that everything will be different, and that it's not like what people say about them?"

"Can I ask a question? I don't want to be pushy or anything, but I really need to know what they saw in me. It's not that I think I'm special, but I understand that you need experience or a degree to work in a call center."

"These are new opportunities, and don't think that the boss hasn't seen your file. Part of what you're saying is true, and that's why we want you on our team. You're the ideal candidate for the position."

"I want to believe you, but it's hard for me."

"Thank you for the opportunity. I just hope I don't get fired for not having the experience you're looking for."

"Well, I warned you. I'm nice and all, but I have my faults too."

"No problem. And to show you how good I am, I'll welcome you by asking you to answer your phone. I can hear it vibrating in your..." I curse under my breath as I'm caught. I look over at my twins, and they're moving to the rhythm of the vibrator.

I can't answer it, especially not in front of her. I'm sure it's him.

Pamela's insistence irritates me, and I feel uncomfortable because she wants me to answer the damn phone, the one I want to smash against the floor. But I can't do anything because she's my boss, and also the person I'm going to be introduced to.

I look up and take a deep breath before telling her that I'd like to introduce myself to the boss, and that the call can wait. The person calling me with so much urgency is my ex, and I want to forget him.

"If you knew that the person calling me is the one who pays for my expenses and desires, unfortunately, I'll lose that income because now my special client is angry."

She tells me that men are all the same, never giving anything for free, but we women are masochists who always need their penis, although in this mall, you can find many erotic games where you can replace that penis with the one who wants you back.

Incredible, this girl is too traumatized. I didn't think she'd react this way, causing her to relive a bad experience.

I try to think quickly. She's excessively inspired in how to bring down men and how we women are with them; cursed or masochistic!

"Girl... Oh, I'm sorry, Miss Pamela. I can say that dominant men can also be dominated. That means we women always have the power."

I approach her and in a whisper I tell her that it's time to leave for the boss's interview, that this topic is frustrating me and to avoid any problems, I will turn off my phone, it's just a precaution.

"Okay, you have a point, but promise me that this conversation will continue, and you'll tell me what he wants..." I nod before things go beyond normal, "let's go, but before we proceed, I want to remind you to limit your talk with the boss, be respectful and never say no."

So many conditions, but I have no choice but to obey, to do what she asks because I need this damn job, as I don't know if I still have the client who was going to make me a millionaire.

Ah, me and my crazy dreams.

A soft gust of wind brushed against my face as I stepped through that door, oh, a terrifying aura because I can feel the control that man has over me. I never imagined that my boss would be the boss of bosses, the man I had just seen a couple of minutes ago, or was it an hour?

I take a step forward without saying "good morning," I am lost, imagining that this man is the ideal one, or one of those who calls me and with whom I would allow myself to be known and made his own.

Suddenly my hands start to tremble and a blessed wave of excitement takes over my body, stomach, and vagina.

For a long time, I've been fantasizing about the boss of bosses, the one I couldn't have the pleasure of seeing up close, not because I'm a maniac, but because I have a magazine of the great magnate who owns several shopping centers.

I blink a couple of times, observing the man who has me out of control. My heart starts to beat strongly, and I wonder if time has stopped, as I remain completely silent.

"You can make yourself comfortable... Miss Alexandra Morin," he says after reading the document in his hands.

I can't, I feel lost in the delirium of this man, without meaning to, my great imagination changed to the scene of that man and my desperate body.

Like a lady in society, a bitch in the loose and erotic world, I let out a loud sigh, but all of that dissipates when a couple of snaps of fingers bring me back to reality. Pamela asks me if there's anything she can help me with, as Mr. Harry is waiting for me to sit down and answer a few questions.

I shake my head, pushing away my thoughts. All embarrassed, I apologize and go towards the chair waiting for me, at the same time Pamela says goodbye, leaving me with the man who makes me lose my consciousness.

"Thank you for receiving me," my words come out stuttering, don't say that! You can't show that this man is special and that you desire him, stop being stupid!

"Oh, you're the girl from the parking lot," he tilts his head slightly, narrowing his eyes as he examines my gestures and the nervousness I'm feeling.

Oh God, I feel so hot, my throat is dry, I have to control myself! My lips are even twitching, that's because I want this man to give me what I want.

"Yes, I didn't imagine you would recognize me."

Shut up! How could you say that? You're too smart to let a man get the best of you.

"I'm not as old as you think, and what a coincidence, the girl I ran into is the same one that Pamela had promised me. I hope I'm not bothering you, but I need to ask you a couple of questions."

What kind of questions?

I hope he's going to ask me out.

"Yes, you can ask me anything," I throw myself into the void without knowing what I'm getting into.

"I hope I'm not offending you, but I've heard about the good work you've done, and I want to know a little more about it. It's not personal, it's all professional." Oh, now the subject is changing. The man is handsome, but also serious. "What would you advise a desperate girl who says she wants to be herself or try to save her relationship with her husband?"

Hmmm... those questions are out of context, and the good thing is that I don't feel intimidated because he'll get to know a little about me, since I'm supposedly famous. I want to scream because I didn't know that, I didn't know my name was all over the mall and had reached the boss's ears!

"I would tell her that not everything is over and that she has come to the right place, and that the first thing she needs to know are the magical products, because they add to you and don't take away from you."

"Good point, but if she trusts you enough to ask for your help discreetly, what would you tell her?"

Oh, the conversation is getting too interesting.

"One of the tips I could recommend is not to focus solely on the areas that one considers erotic, but to make an entire expedition over her skin, finding those areas that one doesn't know, those that generate a lot of pleasure, like for example; the vibrating bullet, magic finger, vibrating ring, and many more. She can do all of that with her partner or alone, and if she asks me what the intention is to revive the flame that has gone out in a marriage, then I would say that if there is love, one of the two has to take the initiative, not let everything end because routine is bad, since it destroys and kills the relationship."

"Interesting, I'm sorry if I bothered you, but if there's a case of an adult girl asking you when the right time is for the first time, I love her questions. I feel like the topic of conversation is something that we both excel at because the questions are within my interests. I feel like he's interested in me, more than just my job as a salesperson."

"It's interesting, I always ask for her age. I like to avoid problems, and if that girl tells me she should wait; for marriage, under pressure, at eighteen, in love, by mandate, as a proof of love, or by the law of life which is to keep the love of your life closer than far away," I start listing with my fingers the details that a desperate girl would ask me. "My answer is when she's ready, that there's no pressure, and she doesn't have to prove anything. That attraction depends on many factors, that the language of courtship isn't universal, that the answer depends on context, and that consent is the most important thing."

"You have a lot of knowledge about the products."