One more day, I must enter this building where I must pretend to behave as spies do on their missions. I politely greet those who dare to say something to me, even if it's just a simple 'good morning,' and I walk towards the elevator. The doors are about to close when a male hand interferes and makes them open again, "Good morning," a tall, young man with blond hair and green eyes greets me. Notably, he resembles a company executive due to his elegant and good-looking demeanor. He presses the same button on the floor I'm headed to; He looks at me.

"Good morning," I respond politely.

"Alejandro Sandoval," he tells me, offering me his hand. I am shocked.

It just can't be...

"Sienna Damianni," I reply as I shake hands with him. I don't know what to say to him. I don't dare to ask him anything.

"Are you my father's executive assistant?" he asks me, and all my doubts dissipate.

I shake my head, "I didn't know that Mr. Sandoval had a son," I say with a small voice.

"There are three of us. M