She took the bus and listened to music during her trip, longing to relax after such a tense afternoon.

A man like Joseph Storni seemed difficult to interpret, and she was sure that she would have problems while in the Open Global company.

She was anxious and very restless and was still thinking that Storni had gone ahead by hiring her, and although the current secretary of the man had explained that the job was not at all complicated, she could sense that the thing was darker than it looked.

She walked two blocks before reaching her destination and removed her headphones to listen to her thoughts as she walked briskly home.

"We need the money, Lexy, we can't live like this anymore."

"It's a good pay and it's easy, don't be so lazy."

"It will only be eight months, time flies."

They only ensured eight months of work and stability, enough time for Lexy to raise the money for her wedding preparations and for their honeymoon.

On the outskirts of her parents' house, she found her fiancé and contained a sigh when she realized that she had to explain her delay to the manipulative man.

“I'm not in the mood. Yes, they hired me, and I start on Monday”. She said sulkily.

She entered the house seeking comfort, seeking security.

"Don't you feel good?" He asked, who liked to know everything.

He was a controller and manipulator, and Lexy was still too immature and blind to see things more clearly.

"I'm fine, Esteban, but the trip has tired me and also the first training," she revealed and for the first time she took care of her words so as not to disturb her fiancé.

She couldn't tell him that her boss, Joseph Storni, was a tall, good-looking foreigner. She had to avoid sighing as she spoke about him, the size of his hands and his dark but warm gaze. She had to avoid remembering his scent and had to take a cold shower to remove the tickles that the man had left on her skin after his rare and intense farewell.

"Then Monday ..." Esteban insisted and leaned back on the young woman's bed. "At least we already have something secured," he encouraged and adjusted his arms under the neck to follow Lexy with his eyes.

"How did it go for you?" She asked.

"They're going to call me," the young man lied.

The couple were searching for temporary jobs, those that would help them pay for their dreams, but the truth was that only Lexy was trying. Esteban hadn't even written his cover letter and was still stuck in front of the television and his Xbox360, playing and drinking cheap beer to spend the hot spring afternoons.

"Something is something," Lexy encouraged and hid in the bathroom of her room to find some peace.

She sat on the edge of the bathtub and turned on the hot water faucet and while waiting she checked her mobile phone, wishing she could find some distraction on her social media, but found an email from Joseph Storni and her stomach was churning just by reading her Name.

Miss Bouvier,

Please specify your personal address to send your new corporate uniform and some other belongings that you will use during your stay at Open Global, as our risk policy.

Sincerely,

Joseph Storni.

Lexy did not hesitate and answered without giving much thought to the matter and although she tried to express herself in a formal and direct way, she failed and answered a bunch of words and phrases that did not make much sense to Joseph.

Mister Storni,

I live in a low area; I don't think you want to bring my uniform home. Although you would be welcome to dine with us, my grandmother has just returned from Australia, and it would be fun to have you at the table.

If you come, you can explain the policy to me personally, I did not understand much what Alejandra detailed to me.

I live on monte Patria Avenue. It is a two-story house with a damask color and a large garden surrounded by tall pine trees.

Sincerely,

Lexy B.

On the other side of the screen and still locked in his office, Joseph Storni was surprised by the young woman's inconsistent response and dared to doubt his initial email. He reviewed his main request at least twice and read aloud what he had previously written, incredulous at what Lexy said: "She was inviting him to her home and to dinner with her family."

Where did he say he would deliver?

How could she dare to invite him, after having rejected him?

But after thinking in detail about Bouvier's crazy response, he laughed and touched the hem of his shirt for fresh air, and it was just imagining the young lady in the naturalness of her home to be exciting as much as remembering her, four-legged, crawling around him meeting room, in a light, baggy skirt.

He expected to find her in tight pants on her butt and hips, a tight blouse, with free hair and a loose tongue.

He sighed and got up from his desk in a hurry and decided.

A decision not very serious, nor very good.