THE LIE: DECEPTION TO THE CEO

After her delayed and accusing reflections on what she had just experienced with Christopher, Amber started her car again and drove to the building where she resides with her mother. Arriving at the calmer apartment, she wanted to go straight to her room, but her mother was waiting for her in the living room.

-Amber, is that you? -asked her restless and uneasy mother, realizing that someone had entered. She got up from the sofa and went out to meet her daughter.

-Yes, mother! It’s me,” answered Amber, not wanting to show her face for fear of revealing herself.

-Daughter, are you going to eat? -her mother asked affectionately, drawing a smile on her lips.

-No mommy, I already ate. I accepted an invitation and I’m very tired,” she added, without showing her face, totally avoiding her mother’s gaze.

-How did it go today? Apparently it was a very hard day, since I haven’t seen you since this morning,” her mother clarified in her warm voice.

-Yes, Mommy, it was a very hard day. I may have to travel the next few days with Dylan to the southern area of Santiago de Leon. I still don’t know exactly where, or when,” she announced, continuing on her way to her room.

-I imagine it will be for a few days,” her mother affirmed.

-I don’t know, but I’m going to get ready. Tomorrow, I’ll settle this with him,” she assured her mother, who noticed a special gleam in her eyes.

However, she did not ask anything else, since she was convinced that she should not interfere in her daughter’s plans unless she asked her to do so. Afterwards, her mother went to the kitchen and made her a cup of warm milk to help her sleep.

In Christopher’s Penthouse

Christopher, coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, his breasts still wet and noticing that Amber was not in the room, checked the rest of the apartment. When he noticed that she was gone, he called the guardhouse and was informed that she was on her way out.

That night, Christopher could not sleep from the excitement of having her again, although later, she left without even saying goodbye. He finally fell asleep at dawn, hoping that this had changed something and that Amber was willing to forgive him and return to him.

The next day, very early, Christopher called the florist requesting a new bouquet of red roses and the exclusive chocolates store, he also called, placing an order for her. But this time with a dedication.

“For the woman I love the most, Christopher.”

Then she hung up the call and got dressed to go out. It was Thursday, the weather was divine, no sunshine and no rain, so calculating that the flowers and chocolates would have arrived, he dialed Amber’s cell phone number.

Ring, ring!

“The number you have dialed cannot be reached, please try again later” was the message from the answering machine.

Christopher insisted all morning, however, the answering machine kept giving him the same answer; giving up, so as not to harass her, he preferred not to insist any more. In view of this, he opted to wait for her to communicate with him.

(***)

Meanwhile, Amber turned off her cell phone as soon as she woke up. She spent a very bad night, she almost could not sleep, reliving what she had done the night before, reason for which, she left very early for her office, being this the first time she did it.

The watchman, upon seeing her arrive, was astonished and opened the door for her to enter the offices. She had started to work hard on the cases she had pending, to get out of them, before talking to Dylan and accepting his proposal, if there was still time.

At about eight o’clock in the morning, a messenger arrived again with a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates. This time, they brought a card, which she read and then discarded in the wastebasket.

Similarly, upon arrival, her secretary ordered her to take the bouquet of roses, place it on the reception table and with the chocolates to share them with her colleagues.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Before the end of the morning, he asked his secretary to put him through to CEO Dylan Lugo, which she did, then put the call through.

-Good morning, Dylan, how are you?” she asked in a sweet, melodic voice.

-Hello, what a nice surprise! -He commented, smiling, “I’m excellent, and you?

-Very well! I’m looking forward to a change of scenery,” she said, probing to see if he would insist on his previous proposal. He immediately wanted to take advantage of this comment.

-Ready! I have the solution to that. Take me up on the job offer. I don’t want exclusivity, so that you can continue to shine in the exercise of your profession,” he repeated, in a very manly and seductive voice.

-Can we meet now? -She asked, determined and convinced that this was the right thing for her, “To know exactly what it is you want.

-Of course! But not in my office or yours, I’ll take you to lunch at an exclusive, private place where we’ll be treated like kings, just as you deserve. I’ll pick you up in an hour at the buffet -he added, as he said goodbye to her.

-If you want to give me the address and I’ll leave in my own car? -she consulted, in her excessively soft voice.

-Heh, heh, heh! It’s a surprise. Let’s go to the heliport, which I have above my Penthouse and we’ll leave from there.

-How so? -she asked, astonished.

-We won’t eat here in the City. Trust me,” he assured her.

-Ok! Then, I’ll be ready in an hour,” she confirmed, with a steely look.

(***)

At exactly the right time, he arrived punctually for her, got into his Ferrari and then they drove to his Penthouse, on the top floor of which was the access door to the heliport. She found the apartment extraordinarily beautiful, luxurious and spacious.

Although with some trepidation, since he was piloting the helicopter, she got in and they flew all over the city until they reached its border with another state, in a mountainous area, north of the city where a heliport could be seen.

Here, Dylan began his descent, being greeted by a chauffeur, in a four by four van, who drove them to a rustic, but elegant restaurant, where the favorite dish was trout, the same thing Christopher had invited him to eat, the night before.

“Trout again!”, she thought, not knowing if this was or not, a divine message…