Marry Me (eBook)

Yokasta Arias (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
800 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-096154-9 (ISBN)

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Todo lo que Edward quiere es un poco de paz, a pesar de la prensa, sus socios y su familia.

Todo lo que Rebecca quiere es la custodia de su hijo, a pesar de que el tribunal la ha declarado no apta.

Los problemas de Edward se resolverían con una esposa a su lado.

La situación de Rebecca cambiaría si estuviera casada.

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1. REPORTS AND MEETINGS

Cardigan

-Finally, GardenSun has delivered its investment portfolio to us, and in its folders, you can see a preselected list of companies that have been on the rise and are therefore proposed for investment. Without further ado, I'd like to show you the following graph where we can see the change that GardenSun has undergone in these last 6 months of testing. - I pressed the presentation button again. I was really nervous, even though it wasn't the first time I had presented in front of the board of directors. It's always the same. I had certainly improved, but the nerves were always there.

A round of applause began to resonate in the room. I looked at the owner of these offices, who was none other than Gregorio Redstone, my former boss and owner of the company. He was the one who believed in me the first time I came here looking for a job to do my internship, and when it ended, he insisted I continue working with them. It's been four years now, and although his face looks more tired than it did back then, he's still the same kind and strict person he was.

"Congratulations, Beca, you surprise me more every day." A clearing of the throat was heard in the meeting. And we all turned our gazes to the owner.

-Father, I think Miss Rodriguez - he looked at me - may feel uncomfortable with your nicknames.

-Son, I think you're a really bitter person - his father concluded with a friendly smile on his face and then turned his gaze to me - You could spend more time with Beca, maybe that way he'll learn something - the old man said with a fatherly smile, again another cough was heard.

-Well, gentlemen - he said, looking at the directors - and young lady - he added, looking at me - we have finished the meeting for today.

Everyone in the room stood up, some left immediately, others stayed for a couple of minutes chatting and then left, while I was organizing my things and transferring some notes I had taken to my computer.

-Don't listen to what my bitter son thinks, I called you Beca because I consider it a nice nickname and because I feel you are a great friend despite how young you are.

-Thank you for your vote of confidence in me, Gregorio.

"There's nothing to be thankful for, it's something you've earned. Take care, honey. See you at the next meeting," he said, ruffling my hair like I was a little girl.

"Likewise," I replied as I watched him walk away.

I finished packing my things and got ready to leave.

"Miss Rodriguez, I want to clarify that I'm not devaluing your work. It's just that my father forgets to do his due diligence with you, and I need to remind him." My current boss spoke from his seat at the center of the conference table.

"Don't you think he's a little old to be corrected, especially by your son?" I said with a crooked smile.

- It's never too late to learn - he always has answers for everything, I rolled my eyes - Although maybe you're right. - I thanked him for his surrender with a smile

"All right, I have to finish some reports for tomorrow and review some accounts, so I'm leaving." He just nodded, and without waiting any longer, I left.

I entered my office, which was a cubicle surrounded by glass walls with a film that prevented me from seeing through them, making my office a fairly private space. The glass benefited me greatly because I used it as a whiteboard when brainstorming or planning strategies. Although, aside from the scratches on the walls, my office was completely white and sterile. A planter with a large cactus and some Post-it notes scattered across my desk were all the color my office had. But I didn't mind that much; the few things helped me focus. And that was better for me.

I made some adjustments to my presentation based on the notes I'd taken. I also took care of one of the two reports I had to finish when dismissal time arrived. I didn't have much to do today, so I could stay and work overtime. There was a financial statement that didn't quite add up, and I wanted to read it and fix it before sending it for review. I was about to finish it when Osvaldo, the security guard in charge of the apartment, knocked on my door and poked his head in.

- Miss Rebeca, I should have guessed it was you. Working overtime again?

- Good evening Osvaldo, I was just reviewing some reports but I'm leaving now.

- It's almost 11, do you want me to call you a taxi?

- It won't be necessary - I slammed my laptop shut - If I hurry I can catch the subway before they close - Osvaldo sighed resignedly while I grabbed all my things as quickly as I could.

"You shouldn't be out walking the streets alone this late, miss. That's the day you'll find a boyfriend." I chide myself. Osvaldo had been working at this company longer than most people I know, and even though he's at retirement age, he always says it's not time yet.

"I'm more concerned about my job right now, but when I meet someone, I'll bring them over so you can meet them," I said, saying goodbye to him and running to the elevators.

- I hope that happens before I finally retire, miss - he said smiling, while I called the elevator, the doors opened accompanied by a Ding

-Oh, good evening Mr. Eduardo - I heard Osvaldo in the distance as I got into the elevator and dialed the lobby floor

- Good night Osvaldo, keep a good guard, see you tomorrow - the doors closed but the elevator didn't move, and they opened again, to reveal the culprit.

- Good evening, Mr. Redstone.

"Good evening, miss," he replied, stepping into the elevator next to me and pressing the parking level. "Are you going home?"

- That's how it is -

- It's a bit late, don't you think? - he said, looking at his watch.

- The same goes for you - I countered, raising an eyebrow.

- But I have a car and I'm a man, but you're a woman and you're planning to take the subway at this time of night - I say as if that explains everything.

- Oh come on, what? It's the 21st century, I responded quickly. The elevator stopped with a ding to open its doors in the lobby, but my dearest boss pressed the button to close the doors again.

"Come on, I'll take you," he said, seeing my puzzled face.

- No need - I tried to object

- I insist - he replied, used to no one contradicting him, I simply sighed and looked at the time 11:43

- I only accept because I can't reach the subway anymore.

"That seems reasonable enough to me." "Men always want to have the last word," I rolled my eyes and ignored any further comment.

We got into his car and I showed him how to get to my home, or rather my apartment. I lived in a small, old building in a fairly quiet neighborhood, although a bit far from the city center, but I liked it.

I thanked him for the ride and said goodbye. He waited for me to enter the building before leaving—quite gentlemanly of him—I said, leaning against the door. Since it was an old building, it didn't have a concierge or elevators. My apartment was on the seventh and top floor, and thanks to that, I'm in fairly good physical shape. The place is mostly inhabited by elderly people, some of whom barely leave their homes.

My apartment isn't much, but it's perfect for me. Two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a large kitchen, and a cozy living-dining room. Unlike my office, my apartment is fully decorated, and it's clear who lives here. I have a wall full of pictures of my son's drawings and a three-seater sofa on it. In front of it, a single-seater sofa, a 32-inch TV, and a ceiling-high bookcase filled with books. On one side, a large window covers the entire wall and opens onto a small balcony where I have a lounge chair for hot days. The living room has a table with four matching chairs. The kitchen is next to the entrance, and although it used to be a closed kitchen, it was adapted to have an American-style kitchenette. The first room you come across down the hall is my son's. It's fully decorated with Marvel superheroes, featuring everything from Captain America's shield to a Groot figurine. The next door leads to his bathroom, and everything in there follows the theme of his room. At the end of the hall is my bedroom, filled with photos of me and my son. It has another bookcase like the one in the living room, only larger. My bed is a spacious double bed and has nightstands on both sides. Next to the entrance door to my room is a small walk-in closet, no larger than two by one.

I looked at the clock on my nightstand. It was 12:05, and I was completely exhausted. I undressed as quickly as my tired body could, stripping down to my underwear and putting on a cotton T-shirt that was too big for me. I threw myself onto the bed without even moving the covers. Tomorrow would be a long day. I'd have a couple of meetings with potential shareholders and would be supervising the new intern. Besides finishing the report I had pending and going to present it to my boss, the most important thing that would happen tomorrow was that I'd be able to see my son.

Four years ago, the state took him away from me, arguing that I wasn't prepared to have guardianship of a minor, when I wasn't capable of caring for myself, nor did I have a steady source of income. And of course, at that time, I only had a part-time job, so it wasn't a secure or sufficient source of income. The most painful thing was watching my mother testify against me in every attempt I made to regain guardianship of my son. And of course, since we aren't blood-related as mother and son, he is my son because I have raised, cared for, and loved him all these years, since he was just a couple of days old. One of the...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 27.6.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 0-00-096154-X / 000096154X
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-096154-9 / 9780000961549