“I'll be watching her until she comes in” he tells me once I give him the payment.I walk to the entrance, the guard is surprised to see me there, so that he doesn't think badly of me, I excuse myself by saying that due to such an inconvenience I must spend the night there. He eats the story and lets me pass. In the distance I see the lights of the taxi that brought me, soon they move away and disappear from my field.I arrive at the main door of the mansion, which looks like a palace, so imposing and full of secrets. I don't bother to touch, to my surprise I access without problems. I'm looking for a sign of him, I can't find him on the main floor, he must be in his room, I'm going to check it. I'm surprised that Genesis didn't stay here, I guess he also gave him the day off like me, and if he came, he didn't stay.“Anyone here?” I speak at random, I get no response, but moans coming from his bedroom place me on the stage.I head to that room, where the darkness has no mercy on anyon

IncomprehensibleI wake up next to a warm, muscular body. I shake off the sheets and blink, perplexed, looking at myself near him. I woke up in bed next to Silvain, he is still sleeping like a baby after the painful night he spent. I feel his face, secretive, he has a slight fever, dark lines are drawn under his eyes and he remains abandoned by his natural complexion.Common colds can last up to four days, improving over that period of time. I let him rest and head to the kitchen, in the area I wonder what has become of Zinnia who is conspicuous by her absence and taking into account the time, of Genesis who is not there.I prepare a chicken broth, that alleviates the discomfort, a little is always good for the patient. I let it boil, while I go get my backpack and in the bathroom of the room I usually occupy, I can clean myself, brush my teeth and take a shower. I have left everything on a low heat, so I have time to take a short shower and return to the kitchen without witnessing an

The Enigma: CristianSilvain, suddenly appears in the kitchen, I am about to serve the chicken on a plate; He approaches until he stands on a stool and rests his elbows on the counter, his palms supporting his face and he looks at me.“I thought you would be hungry. You fancy?”He denies, he doesn't stop seeing me, I'm beginning to believe that the past discomfort, of which only little remains, affected him. I move as if I were taking steps in a minefield, stealthy."Go home" he repeats. “After lunch I need to be alone”Is seriously? If you want to be alone, the mansion is very big, you can be in a corner if you want and you won't even notice me. Maybe he wants me away because he has already shown too much of that part that he often hides.“OK”“What have you done?” curiosity.“Chicken in mustard and honey sauce, I hope you don't mind, I was so bold, because you didn't tell me what to do...” I say, I stop before that look that I can't decipher.“Not interested, Aryanna. I know very we

IndecipherableSilvain had a cold, the doctor who came to the mansion with Gaspard told us. He prescribed some more effective medications, advised him to stay in bed, and on Sunday if he followed the health specialist's instructions, he would be as good as new.Don't worry, I was able to go home knowing that Lebrun would stay with him tonight. Silvain's words continue to hammer my head, like a scroll that opened from that moment and I cannot close.I was Cristian once, but not anymore. I learned to be perfect, under that gaze... breaking into pieces. I will not be a loser again, losers have no place in this world.From the various paintings, portraits, a phone call outside the cabin, knowing about that Cristian is the biggest unknown. Some things are broken down, but the existence of a Cristian surpasses everything.How many questions, few answers. No, I don't have a single hit actually. I collect doubts, vague conjectures that continue to waver between certainty and discard, never in

Curved LipsI bring the last chocolate bonbon to my lips, it melts on my palate. I dispose of the box in the trash can in the kitchen. I try not to let it stay on top and thus prevent it from being seen by Mila."...whether something happens or not, it's not my problem, I won't poke my nose into your privacy."The emphasis of his words tells me that I shouldn't tell him my things, but it's funny enough that he would ask about it anyway.Sigh.I'm going to my room, it will be a different day tomorrow. After such a strange Thursday and Friday, Silvain will return being the same idiot....A different morning arrives, at six in the morning I wake up to the sound of my cell phone. I answer the phone half sleepy. I sit on the bed and yawn.“Good morning”“Good morning, Viscardi. I was waiting for an answer”"And I gave it to you, Silvain" he snorted. “I've said yes”“Then it was not such a convincing answer, come to the attic, I will have little time and I need you to sign the new contract

ControllerThe grip on my stomach causes a horrendous cheer, the height is eminent, not as colossal as these spiky nerves. And if I look at my side, I have Silvain's intense gaze, we are going at the same pace, although I would like to slow down the pace so as not to have it like that.The first time we enter the automobile company my heart tightens, it gets uncomfortable in its place and wants to leave in a hurry. I have everyone's curious gaze on me, I don't know if it's because I'm new or because I'm accompanied by the owner of all that, in any case my system collapses in a nervous breakdown.Unknown faces immediately cross our paths, he blurting out dismissive greetings and demands everywhere, he doesn't introduce me to anyone. He just says follow him, I do. We head to an elevator. I am at his side on the ascent, a cloned silence reverberates and, convolutes my head, I feel different whenever I am captured by his caress, his perfume is like an abrasive touch, rubbing my skin and m

PerfectI swallow hard, I see him in his chair, writing on his laptop or otherwise dialing on the Mac; As I advance, the weight of fear eats at me, I murmur pleas to heaven, and when he turns his eyes to me, I am a walking flan.I don't believe I have the heavenly help I implore.“Boss...”“What?” —He takes his hands off the keyboard, and looks at me.“I have to tell you something.”“Speak now or be silent, I don't have much time. Have you brought me the copies?”“That's what I'm going for”—I approach his irascible being, I don't want to see him angry, but he always gets like that; It's a beast. “Look, I accidentally ruined the original document, I'm sorry”“Are you kidding me?!” —He stands up suddenly, at the suddenness I jump.“I... actually Michael arrived and I was scared by his sporadic appearance, that's how I spilled coffee on the sheet. I'm an idiot, tell me how I can fix it.”“I don't know how to mess up, just look!” —he shouts emboldened—. “You know I have to show up at the

"Gerrit, stop it, you'll make me burn..." He is hugging her from behind.I clear my throat, they both turn around and look at me surprised. The boy walks away from Mila and comes to me, leaving a kiss on my cheek.“Shame on you, Aryanna. How are you?”“Don't worry, fine.”“Ami, in a while we will start getting ready. Gerrit, pass me the salt, please.” —she tells her boyfriend.I take a seat on a stool. I see them both moving around in the kitchen.“That's what I wanted to talk to you about, I can't go, I have to accompany Silvain to a gala.”She opens her eyes wide, speechless, stops what she is doing and approaches me.“Because? It's not fair, did he tell you today, out of the blue?” —Puts a face, pouts.Sigh."It's just that from one minute to the next the girl I would go with won't be able to, she asked me for a favor," I explain, omitting the incident from the document.“Sure, and you didn't want to say no, I thought you'd want to go out with us.” —makes little eyes.“It's not tha

The Charity Gala“Keep me informated” —he tells me before leaving with Gerrit, so punctual.I'm left alone in the apartment, I look at the clock, it's almost eight o'clock at night. I hope Silvain is not late, although I must point out that he is also obsessed with time. I decide to go down to the porch, not even five minutes pass when a brand new sports car boasts its arrival. It's him, there's no need to doubt it. In fact, the horn sounds twice and I'm heading to the expensive car. My face is a poem when I see that enigmatic specimen of a man get out and go around the car, my mouth goes dry. It seems impossible but no, he looks more perfect than ever, with a dark tailored Italian suit, he doesn't wear a tie, instead he sports a black bow tie. From his straight and brown hair a neat hairstyle.Its captivating perfume penetrates deep into my being, stirring all my nerve endings in a tidal wave. A smile curves on his lips, then he opens the door for me, like a gentleman."Has an extrat

After a while Gaspard and the guy investor arrive, I have stopped thinking about nonsense; They greet us and sit down. People chat at the same time, so much so that it becomes difficult to understand what Lebrun, the man whose name I now know, Louis, and Silvain are talking about.The Frenchman in front keeps looking at me, so deep that I have to look away from those scrutinizing orbs. I put my hands on my legs and play, absorbed in the link; I feel out of place. I think that it was not obligatory to come with a companion, since neither his friend nor the other one brought a woman, but Silvain made me think otherwise; There was no need for me to come with him then.“How is everything?” We talked a while ago, but I don't even remember that anymore.“Well, Louis, the company's successful path is incredible, it has gone on an increase that baffles anyone.” —He acts so presumptuous, but I don't object to that, but rather to my thoughts that sink in their own sea, and I am now just one mor