A fake girlfriend for the CEO

AUDREY

I have the best boss and the best job in the world. Although many people tell me that being a secretary is not a big deal in the world, for me it is.

My mother has been criticizing my job for years, and it's not because I value what I do less, she knows I'm good, but because she wanted me to get a higher position. But my father always supports me and gives me the strength I need to keep going.

My parents are the best, I've never complained about them, I adore them the way they are and even though Ronny is not my biological father, for me it's as if he is. He married my mother when I was eight years old, since then he is the only man I have kept in my life.

And is that he had known how to win my heart, just by loving and taking care of my mother, with that he already had my respect and my affection.

Like all my routine mornings, I get up as soon as my alarm goes off, I go straight to the bathroom and he cleaned me up. A few minutes later I go out and get dressed quickly.

Black skirt with knee-length piping, blue long-sleeved shirt with buttons, my little jacket that matches my garment below. I have a lot of office outfits to choose from, almost my entire wardrobe is full of it, which my best friend Nelly hates.

I finish my makeup and hair, a simple high ponytail is the perfect hairstyle to start the week. I leave my room and head to the kitchen, toasted some bread and while the water from the coffee maker heats up.

I don't even have time to sit down, I barely manage to take two bites of my toast and a sip of my coffee, when the doorbell rings.

I shake the crumbs off my bread as I walk to the door and open it.

"Don't tell me you're not ready yet," exclaims my Nelly as she enters my apartment.

"I am, I was just having a quick breakfast," i say, closing the door behind me.

"Bread and coffee, for God's sake, Audrey, what did I tell you about gluten and caffeine?

"I know, I know, gluten will make my butt bigger and caffeine will affect my sleeping hours, and that's not counting all the calories because of the sugar and the cream." I roll my eyes tired of the same argument, "it's only one cup of coffee, it's not like I'm going to lose sleep for a lifetime and I'm going to put on fifty kilos.

"You usually take it every morning and I know you also do it at night when you bring work home.

I sigh in exasperation.

"You are worse off than my mother." I reply. "Have you come for me or have you come to scold me?

"I will never stop doing it until you understand," she say. "Well, if you are ready we have to go, because we must first go through something that will serve us and nourish us.

Again, I sigh because I already know what that means. I take my jacket and my bag, and we leave my apartment.

We take twenty minutes to the cafeteria, which is two blocks from the company where we work. Nelly gives me my decaffeinated coffee without sugar and cream, and a whole grain cookie that doesn't look at all appetizing, but that I will have to eat if I want to survive before noon. I can't be rude either, I know she does it with good intention. So I accept my light breakfast with a half-forced smile.

My friend is obsessed with leading a fitness life, it's good, I know, but there's nothing wrong with eating a hamburger or a slice of pizza from time to time either. Although for her it is.

With my coffee in one hand and my cookie in the other, we walked towards the building. The guard at the entrance helps us by opening the glass door, as friendly as always.

I'll walk Nelly to her post. She is one of the receptionists on the ground floor, the central area of the entire building.

"I'll meet you at the cafeteria at one o'clock, or do you want us to go to Lord Breakfast?

Lord Breakfast is the closest restaurant we have at work, usually most of the employees here go to that place at their break time to eat, because it is the closest thing there is to eat properly.

"It's fine as you want.

Whatever he will choose, he was going to end up eating a salad in the end maybe a smoked fish fillet.

Diet and exercise is killing me, but I can't reveal myself because my friend would be able to murder me with the rope she uses to jump.

After I said goodbye to my friend, I walked towards the elevators. It's early, I have the advantage that it doesn't get crowded at this time of the day, because usually everyone thinks of arriving at the mere time of entry.

It takes me several minutes to reach the level of my floor, number fifty, it is the floor of the presidency, for now. How many more levels will they add to this building?

I'm going to be five years working in this place, and since then they have added more than ten floors, you could say that it was already a skyscraper, because from the outside you can see enormously high.

And let's not talk about the interior, it's spacious and full of offices and cubicles. The walls are made of glass and from any floor you can see the city.

And the most curious thing is that I am afraid of heights and I work in the highest silver of this building, I am grateful that my area is far from windows.

As soon as the doors open I come out. The big logo of the company is the first thing that is displayed on the high wall when I enter the lobby of the presidency, with large letters in silver tone glitters the name of our CEO, my boss. Crawford.

"Hello, Maggi." I greet the receptionist who is in charge of this plant as she enters. She is a young and beautiful girl, with a brunette complexion and long dark hair. She is very nice, but I would also say that she likes gossip a lot. Still, I like him.

"Hello, good morning, Audrey," he says with a kind smile. "Mr. Crawford is already in his office, he asked for you when he arrived.

Oh, my God, I didn't expect you to get up so early. Well, I'm not saying that he doesn't do it and walk around his house at that time of the morning, but that he never arrives before me, that's strange.

"Well, thank you, Maggi," I say and walk out dodging the counter on the right side.

I run down the not-so-long hallway, but, still, I run to get more i'm running to get there sooner. I turn to the right and I reach the wide open space where my desk is and a waiting room in front.

I leave my bag and my breakfast on the glass table that has my desk and I shoot out again, this time heading to my boss's office.

I take a deep breath as soon as I stop in front of the thick glass door, you could see a silhouette of it even though the glass is somewhat opaque, you can't see much from here and from inside either. That's a relief, if only I wasn't standing here like a fool while I catch my breath.

I give two light knocks on the door to let you know that I am already here. As soon as I hear: it happens. After recovering from the almost marathon I had a moment ago, I open up and go into the big office.

"Good morning, sir." I say immediately before walking up to the desk.

"Good morning, Audrey," his tone is serious like every day, but polite.

My boss is someone nice, at almost sixty years old the man looks well preserved, and it is understandable, because he usually does some exercise. I know that from time to time he goes to the gym and golf, I know because I schedule and notify him of his appointments and meetings, and sometimes when I call him I have had to interrupt him in some of his activities.

"I was surprised to have him here so early.

I have no shame in being direct with him, usually he never liked anything, that's why the trust he has given me. My boss has always been chivalrous and kind to me, just from being a simple secretary.

"If I know, I wanted to come early today because there are many pending things that need to be fixed before Daniel's arrival.

I pucker my lips. "Daniel?"

I wanted to ask if you were referring to your son, I didn't have the pleasure of knowing him, I had only heard about him. The gossip in the company runs like wildfire and many things are talked about about him, but what my colleagues like to say the most all the time is how handsome he is.

I am the typical colleague who ignores all kinds of gossip, especially if it's about my bosses.

Even if my boss's son doesn't work here, he's also been someone relevant to the company and so I have to respect his private life.

Once I get him up to date on all the pending issues, he sends me to organize everything and prepare a meeting as quickly as possible for before noon.

Today will be a busy day, that means I will arrive dead tired at my apartment. It's good to see the bright side of things, even if I don't always have them.

DANIEL

" Mother, I've told you a million times that I don't need a girlfriend to show off to society, my private life belongs to me and not to others," he complained to me over my cell phone horn.

"It's about time you settle down son, your father has an eye on you about that," he pronounces, "that will help you keep your place in the company, he has said it.

I doubt that, until now my father was still the CEO of the Crawford Company, he didn't want to pass the position on to me because he didn't fully trust me. And she was doing everything to get me a girlfriend, so that way I could show my dad that I'm really taking my life seriously.

The only thing that matters to my father is business, that he gets to know that his son has fucked a large part of the women who live in London, that will only help to damage my reputation more in front of him, and I didn't want that.

" I must cut the call, the plane is about to take off," the fact was more than anything not to be hearing the same old thing.

It makes me tired to hear that at my age I should already be married and with children, that they don't understand that I'm not ready to take that step yet, or maybe I never will be.

After the end of the call I started answering some messages on my email, things related to the company. I'm surprised when I see some friend requests from a dating site, which I was missing.

My mother had invaded all my privacy. Now he has my email accounts and passwords in his possession and he could use them as often as he wanted. No matter how much I change them, my private life is getting disrupted again.

I liked Manhattan much better, I couldn't say that London wasn't beautiful, but there was nothing better than returning home.

Ten years outside the country and the family, although not entirely because they used to visit me, plus my mother. Now I was going back to my place, I left a little bit of me there, but no matter that, here I would start again.

I had to travel because my father had insisted that I return home. I have no idea what's going on, I hope I didn't get sick. My mom didn't want to tell me what was going on, I'm just rushing.

My parents' house comes into view as the car descends between the round green hills. The Crawford Mansion, it's too big for the two people that inhabit that place. Even if the site is taken away from domestic employees, there is still too much space to spare.

Although I have told my parents to sell it and buy something less ostentatious, for my mother it is like an insult to make that kind of comment or suggestion, she loves luxury and is used to living that way.

I get out of the car as soon as my mother's driver stops in the driveway.

"Leave it like that, I'll take it," I say to the man as he goes to the trunk and tries to take out my luggage.

I take it and head to the front door, before knocking, it opens and Josefina, the housekeeper and the only person who puts up with my mother, apart from my father, comes out.

"Young Daniel, he has arrived, it's a great pleasure to see him again," he greets me with a big smile.

"Fina, even after thirty years you still call me young, for you I'm Daniel, besides young doesn't go with me anymore." I hug her. "It gives me a huge pleasure to see you too.

"Excuse me," he says, turning away, with a sorrowful smile, "and don't say that you're still young, you've just turned thirty."

" Well, I feel old already." I smile, I don't mind admitting it.

" You're getting old and the train is running out if you don't get a girlfriend soon," my mother appears, standing on the threshold of the door, with her eyes fixed on me.

She sighed heavily and thinly rolled her eyes, something unusual about her, but she wins my attention and I let out a laugh. I don't know how he can stand her.

I love my mom, but she is unbearable sometimes.

" What a nice welcome, Mother. To see if I knew you were going to receive me in this way, I would have better gone directly to my apartment.

" Daniel," he pronounces my name in a severe way.

I walk up to her and put my arms around her after leaving my luggage on the floor.

" I missed you too mother," he lifted her up a little while I'm still hugging her.

"Put me down, Danny, you'll make me fall," he says between laughs, but still hugging me.

I know she likes it that way with her. My mother loves attention and more that of my father, my brother and me.

Once his feet are back on the ground, we enter his modest house. Pull me into the living room. Without stopping talking about things that I don't pay much attention to, because he only talks about dates, girls that I've never heard their names in my life and about the topic of my little brother, which he always complains about. It's getting late and I'm getting up to leave.

"Where are you going?" Inquiringly, at the same time he stood up.

"Home, to my apartment.

"You can't leave yet, you should stay a few days or just tonight.

"Mother, you know I prefer my privacy, and I'll never have that here.

She knows what I mean, I also got used to being away from all the family and friends that I still keep in this city.

"Just for today," he insists, "at least until your father talked to you, there is something very important that he must tell you.

He sighed. I had forgotten that.

In the end I decide to spend the night at the Crawford Mansion, since my father was late today and we would have our family chat until early tomorrow.

I stare at the ceiling of my old room for a moment after opening my eyes, while I think. What is that so fundamental that my father should talk to me today?

Finally, I get up and go to the bathroom, and then I walk to the window to open the heavy curtains. It's barely cleared up and a white haze is hovering over the meadows.

At this time I dream to go for a run and do other types of exercises, I could do it in the gym that is here in the mansion, I know they keep it by request of my little brother Acher

I take an hour and a half in the gym, using the treadmill and the pulley machine to exercise my arms. In London I used to go out every day at five in the morning to run, this place is also nice to take a few minutes working out, more here among the hills, but today I decided to give the time to the gym, remembering old habits.

I take a quick shower and already dressed downstairs, where my family is already gathered and waiting for me.

As soon as Acher sees me they get up from their seat and immediately approaches me with their open arms.

"Brother," he says, I receive it in the same way, "what a joy to have you here again.

We greeted each other with a big hug of brothers. Even though I saw him last month when he was visiting London, I missed him. Our relationship as brothers is very comfortable and full of trust. The little troublemaker is one of the few people who mean a lot to me.

"Father." I say in greeting mode as I approach, I sit on the left side of him.

Mother is on her right and Acher takes a seat next to her, both of them being in front of me. Father is at the head of the large table made of fine bone-colored oak.

" It's good to have you here again," he nods towards me.

Anthony Crawford, is a serious, severe, upright man, with everyone, even with his children. I have never received loving attention from him, not even when I was a child, of course I don't expect that now, but at least I wanted to see some joy on his face for my return. However, it did not happen, he will never show anything, only his anger when something bothers him.

We eat in silence for a few long minutes. Apparently something bad had happened with Acher, maybe some of his crazy adventures put him at risk again and our father was more severe with him this time.

Neither of them look at each other or talk to each other, Acher is looking down at his plate all the time and my father pretending to be focused only on his food while he eats and drinks. I'll talk to my brother later and ask him what's going on between them.

"Tony," my mother's voice stealing her husband's attention. "It's about time you told him, it will be later and they must be at the company before half past eight.

My father clears his throat and takes his time, then fixes his green eyes identical to mine on me.

"I've decided to give myself some time, today will be my last day as the CEO of Crawford Inter. Len, "announces.

" How? I'm not understanding." I say surprised," who will be in charge of the presidency? The company could not stay without a boss in its head.

" And that won't happen. That's why I've already chosen who will stay in my post.

My brother and I see each other, he smiles at me. Acher is too young and older to be in charge for a position like that, and the rebellious and irresponsible behavior of my younger brother, makes him very far from taking a place in Crawford companies.

" I hope it's not Uncle Willy," just let go.

Willy is my father's first cousin, he works as the head of the public networks, he takes care of the suppliers, the deals with other companies and the chain of stores that distribute our merchandise which is women's and men's lingerie. It is one of the largest industries in the country, because we export all over the world in millions of establishments and also daring internet sales in most of the most recognized clothing websites.

"No, he has his position and it will remain the same, just like Fabián's," he names Willy's son, my cousin and with whom I have a friendly relationship since childhood.

" I still don't understand.

"There is not much to understand, you just have to try harder and work twice as hard as before, more than when you did it in London," he informs me, and I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "You will be my replacement in the presidency.

If it were not for the back of the seat I would go backwards because of the impact that his word caused in me. I didn't expect that, don't consider that my father would choose me, so many things he had told me before, how disappointed he was in me and how immature he thought I was. But in the end he has realized that I don't need to get married and have a family in order to be someone responsible, and leave myself at the head of the company.

I did not expect it, however I had dreamed a lot about this moment and today it was coming true. Today I was going to introduce myself as the new CEO of Crawford Companies.

AUDREY

I rush to my desk the next day. My entrance is at eight o'clock, but I always arrive fifteen or twenty minutes earlier, only today Mr. Anthony asked to come earlier, I still didn't know why.

I just hope it's not to kick me out, although if it is, I don't think he'll take the time and trouble to tell me, much less call me to show up so early. Besides, it seemed urgent.

" Audrey." Maggi calls me as I pass through the hallway. I had to take out some copies before returning to Mr. Anthony's office.

" Yeah? - I stop for a moment." What's the matter? I'm in a hurry.

" I missed to warn you about something when you arrived, it's that you passed by so fast that I barely managed to see you.

It makes me remember the new marathon that threw me back a moment ago when I arrived.

" Yes, I'm sorry." I apologize. "I just have a lot of pending.

" You always have them, but it's understandable, you're the secretary of the presidency," she smiles kindly. "Oh, it's about Jonathan, the advertising director. He asked for someone to take care of picking up and taking the new samples to the boardroom and he told me that he will notify you.

What? When did I serve my ex-boyfriend here? I'm not his employee, it's not my job to run errands for him or anyone else.

Jonathan Sand, is the advertising director, that is the main person in charge of directing everything that is the models, the image of lingerie and everything related to it. And he's also my ex-boyfriend.

Jonathan and I were boyfriends for a while, after joining the company we became very close, like friends, and between that and another, our love relationship began, but everything ended when he was promoted, the assistant of William Klee, step to do the direct of one of the most important departments of the company.

At that time what I didn't understand was, why was she done with me? That didn't affect anything in our relationship, however he said yes and chose his job over me. I don't judge him, maybe I would have done the same if I were in his place.

I let Maggi know that as soon as I finish with my homework I will go to pick up those folders, because I also had to deliver some and those had relevant figures that the boss and some partners wanted to see in the new board.

And as I assumed, I didn't manage to go to the thirtieth floor, where the advertising department is. I have no choice but to send Nelly, my friend always supports me at all times, even at work.

The meeting will be long, as we will talk about several things. I never find out everything, I only get the necessary information to perform my tasks, the rest are issues that I did not interfere in unless my boss asks me to.

I start lining up the folders in front of the places that each boss and partner will take, after finishing I leave the room and notify my boss. The men start arriving, I go and prepare some coffees together with Maggi, it's not my area, but the girl who prepares them didn't come today precisely when we have more work.

After helping Maggi with the coffees, I wait outside the room in case my boss needs anything else. An hour is how long the meeting lasts, my feet hurt from standing so much, when he gives me the permission to go to lunch, I don't think twice and he left. Nelly must be waiting for me at Lord's Breakfast by now.

I run up there, three blocks are the ones that make the route to the small restaurant, something casual but very cute and comfortable.

I greet my friend with a kiss on the cheek and she hurried me to order something that won't take long to prepare. Although my boss has given me two hours of rest today, I can't afford to take one more hour, with the meeting that took place a few minutes ago, I was loaded with more work and if I want to leave at my exact time and not take work home, I must eat quickly and not take more time than my usual rest.

When we finish we go back to the building, without time to say goodbye to my friend, I take the elevator up and go straight to my floor. It takes me a while to get to that.

Maggi is not in her place when I pass by the counter. He arrived at my area and I take a seat in my chair in front of me order, turn on the screen and start working.

I understood that Mr. Anthony was not there, he had gone out with some partners to the golf course, that gave me time to have ready the new folder with the new figures and new contacts that Mr. William handed over to my boss at the meeting.

After I finish filing everything I go and take a few copies to the photocopier that is located next to the small cafeteria that we have on this floor. I arrange everything in two large, spacious folders and head to my boss's office.

He had told me to leave them on his desk, which he would then send for them.

Of course I don't knock on the door, it's not necessary, since he's not inside, so with my free hand he pushed the heavy glass door and I open.

I barely take the second step when I hear an unusual sound. Is it like a whine or a moan? He looked up to check the same instant I stopped.

"Oh, my God," I say horrified out loud.

The folders fall the moment I cover my face with both hands so as not to continue watching the indecent scene in front of me.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, don't look at anything," I say awkwardly, because of how quickly I did it.

Actually, I saw everything, well, almost everything. A man with dark brown hair is standing with his back to the large windows while his pants are a little below his hips, but what left me surprised was, to see the woman he has kneeling in front of him while she is apparently giving him an oral.

Oh, my God. He is certainly not my boss, he is a younger man, not that I have observed him at all, however, I could tell that it was not about Mr. Anthony.

"Is she going to stay there still standing?," exclaim in the direction of me with a hoarse voice.

I shake my head immediately, but I don't move, still with my hands on my face. What a fool I am, why am I still standing here?

Slowly I remove my hands from my face and quickly bent down to pick up the folders, my hands are shaking and I awkwardly pulled them towards me. When I get up the man already has his pants in place, but with the belt and fly still unbuttoned showing only a part of his dark underpants, the blonde woman is still in front of him and with her back in my direction, however, she is already standing.

Grateful that they will not continue with their indecent activity in front of me. It takes me just a few seconds to collect everything and recover from the impression, and in that moment I could see his face after lifting my gaze from his crotch. Fuck. I shake my head and when I'm ready I shoot out of that office. I walk over to my desk and lean on it, until I catch my breath.

What the hell was that? And why did I look like a fool watching it?

I interrupted a stranger in my boss's office while receiving an oral sex by one of the employees of this building, or maybe that someone from outside, what do I know. But who is this man and why did he look very relaxed in there? Well, it's clear that it was partly because of the blonde she had surrounding his cock with her mouth, but very much part of that, she seemed very trusting, as if she knew that no one would get in from.