Chapter 5 I had a heart attack

By Alejandro

I called Omar, who was still at the office, and told him to wait for me.

When I left, my former secretary was there. The new one was starting officially the next day.

"You can leave now."

She looked at me with hatred.

It’s not my fault she didn’t realize I only wanted her for a few nights.

I never told her she was the only one I saw, or that I’d be with her forever. In fact, I’m sure Susana, every time she sent me a new secretary, warned them about what I’m like.

The illogical part is that most of them believe they’ll become Mrs. Zalco just because they sleep with me.

"I’m leaving gladly. You’re a piece of shit, and I hope someday you’re disposable to someone, just like women are to you."

I laughed.

"You’re getting a good severance package, which is way more than you deserve. Have you already gone to the HR office so they can give your phone to the tech guys, so there’s no trace of contacts from my company?"

"I haven’t done it."

"Okay, leave your phone and pick it up tomorrow."

"I’m not doing that."

"I’ll accuse you of trying to steal information, and you’ll end up in jail."

"I don’t think so."

"Try it."

I called security, and she ended up handing over her phone. She’s dumber than I thought.

I changed the security code, which is what I do every time a secretary leaves.

I sent a message with the new code to Valeria.

It’s incredible; I memorized her name in a few hours. Usually, I don’t know my secretaries' names.

The code is for them, not for me or my father. We enter with a fingerprint.

My father’s secretary was on another floor. She only came up to our floor when he was in the country, and that’s if he decided to come to the office.

I arranged it that way since I didn’t get along well with my father and tried to have as little contact as possible. I know he talked to his secretary several times a day.

I know she tells him everything, and my space was mine alone. I didn’t want intruders around me. I had no choice but to share the floor when he came, and I did that out of obligation.

I like freedom.

That’s why I didn’t even want domestic staff in my house. Yes, a woman came every day, but she made sure I wasn’t there. She was a permanent staff member at my father’s mansion. He lived there the little time he was in the country, along with my Aunt Marita, my father’s sister.

The cleaning lady left everything spotless and the food ready, in case I didn’t go out for dinner, but that almost never happened.

I liked doing things my way, which is why I didn’t live in the mansion. I preferred my apartment. I only had my driver, but he lived in a building annex in case I needed him at night.

It’s not that I was alone. My apartment was spacious, an entire floor with several rooms, and I always had parties there or brought women over for a few days or a night.

I met up with Omar, and we went to the restaurant where we often had dinner several times a week.

The place seemed quiet.

At the end of dinner, we always pressed a button, and through some windows, we could watch what could be called live porn.

We could watch, participate, request a private dance from a lady, or simply pick one and leave with her.

We could go with my friend and choose two or three more... to share or hire individually.

Omar is the general director of Zalco Company and my best friend.

We’ve known each other since high school and studied law together.

His father is a federal judge. Neither of us really likes law, but for me, it was the most practical thing to study since, as an only child, I had to take over my father’s company at some point. Omar studied law to please his father, but as soon as I asked him to work with me, he was more than ready.

Initially, I took charge of the company in our country. We had branches in several countries, although the largest one was where I was. We had tons of businesses, a chain of perfumeries, the most important in the country, first-class hotels in the most important provinces, which we acquired together with Omar. We also acquired, as partners, some high-end motels for couples. We weren’t in the prostitution business. Zalco was also in the fashion business with several boutiques, shoe stores, hair salons, spas, even the most important wineries were ours. We imported various types of goods and exported some products we manufactured in our country. That’s why my father traveled a lot, although he generally lived in Barcelona, where we had many other businesses and chains of different types.

Few people knew everything we owned.

None of my secretaries ever fully knew what we had; they didn’t last that long.

We had different floors for accounting and for the import or export of different companies. Everything was very specific.

We had directors for each company, and meetings were held separately.

The meeting room downstairs was arranged by my secretary, but she rarely attended.

My father's secretary always attended, as did Omar and I.

That's why we worked late.

We had countless collaborators, but they were on other floors.

We finished dinner and pressed the button, luckily the girls varied.

That night we each went our separate ways, I left with a blonde who looked like a showgirl, beautiful, tall, with big breasts and a small waist, decent legs, and an acceptable butt.

I took her to my apartment.

We had a good time, she knew what she was doing.

We slept for a few hours, but when I had to go to the office, the girl wanted to keep sleeping.

It really annoyed me when they did that.

I often thought about taking them straight to a hotel, but I like sleeping in my own bed.

"Come on, beautiful, I have to work."

After several minutes, she got dressed and left.

In the daylight, she didn't seem as beautiful, and her silicone breasts were too obvious, but it was fine, during the night I enjoyed them. She wasn't worth a second night anyway, besides, if I had to wake her up the first day, I imagined that if there were more days, I would have to kick her out of my house.

I arrived at the office at 10 in the morning, an hour late for what was usual for me.

When I got off the elevator and saw Valeria, I was happy, I had forgotten I had a new secretary.

"Bring me a double coffee and two aspirin."

That was my only greeting.

When she knocked on my office door and entered, I was almost shocked. She was wearing high boots, black stockings underneath, a tight beige skirt that highlighted her butt well, and a black sweater like the boots.

Today her body was more noticeable, except for her legs, which were covered, but I saw them yesterday.

She had a perfect butt and her breasts weren't as small as I thought. They weren't as big as the girl I slept with last night, but they weren't small either, and with that sweater, they stood out nicely, just like her butt.

Did she change her mind and want to provoke me?

As soon as my headache subsides, I'll test the waters.

I looked at her again; actually, the skirt wasn't that short, nor the sweater that low-cut, it just highlighted her body in a very sensual way.

That was exactly the word to describe her, sensual.

Her curves seemed perfect.

Sexy was another word that suited her, and elegant too; she moved with elegance, with delicacy.

There were few women I could say were both elegant and so sexy that they confused you.

She was... suggestive, enticing...

There was something about her, and I didn't know what it was, but it drove me crazy.

I wanted her now...

It seemed like she was going to enchant me with her eyes and attract me with her body.

Looking at her made my headache go away.

However, her demeanor remained distant, with that damn "sir" she used in all her sentences.

She left, we had a lot of work, and I hated being late.

She was learning the tasks she had to do.

She was familiarizing herself with the companies my secretaries knew.

Kevin White called me, she answered and before putting him through, she asked if I was available to take the call.

When I was talking to him, he asked if I had changed secretaries, he loved her voice and how she responded in English. Of course, compared to the idiot who was there before her, anyone would respond better.

In 15 days we would have to travel to the United States, and I didn't like that he wanted to meet her.

My plan was to have her, if possible, on that trip.

I saved her for that trip, in case I got tired before, since if she really spoke English well, it would be useful to have her by my side. I spoke it perfectly, but if my secretary didn't, I would have to translate for her.

We had some business in the United States.

Not too many.

At noon, before lunch, Omar stopped by my office. Valeria tried to stop him to announce him, but he went in anyway, with her following behind.

Omar entered without knocking.

She stayed at the door, apologizing.

"He is Omar Bertres, General Director of Zalco."

"I'm sorry... I didn't know... Do you need anything?"

"Two coffees."

When my new secretary left, Omar's smile didn't take long to appear.

"She got pretty scared. Shall we go to lunch?... You asked for coffee at this hour."

"So you could see her well. Yesterday she told me she didn't want to sleep with me."

I told him everything.

"Now I won't stop until I sleep with her, although she seems suitable to be a secretary."

"Now I see her. How was the one from last night?"

"Nothing special, and this morning she didn't want to get up."

"The one I hired was pretty good. I might repeat once more."

Valeria knocked on the door and stayed there, waiting for me to indicate she could come in.

She asked how many spoonfuls of sugar we wanted in our coffee.

Omar looked at her, giving her a once-over.

"She is really beautiful and worth it. It's rare for a girl like that to speak several languages and be a college graduate."

I didn't tell him what I felt when I touched her skin.

That had to be a coincidence or something like that.