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“I don't know what they're going to say. But I know they'realreadysaying a lot. What difference does it make?”
I looked around, realizing that she was absolutely right. My colleagues didn't even bother to hide it, as they stared at me while whispering things about me to whoever was closest.
I could’ve thanked Michael Turner over the phone or left it for another time. But I was tired of the stares and gossip in my direction.
It had always been like this since my childhood.
I was the nerdy student. Since I always sat in the front row, I earned a reputation as a suck-up to my teachers in elementary school, when all I wanted to do was learn as much as possible. It was the same in college. At work, I was the annoyingly proper employee.
Actually, I’ve always been the kind of person who just wants to do the right thing. But in that moment, I realized it had never really made a difference—because there I was, being judged as if I were the worst kind of person.
If that was the case, then I’d give those people exactly what they expected from me.
“You’re right,” I said, standing up. “I’m going to thank myfiancéfor the gift.”
“You go, girl!”
Just to further horrify those present, Layla playfully patted my ass as I walked away.
On the way, I started thinking about the things I wanted to be shouting at all those assholes.
Yes, you bunch of resentful people! Layla is now superior to you because she is friends with the boss's fiancée. And that is also why I am stopping in the middle of my shift to go to the private floor of your boss. Keep thinking like that, it is easier than facing the truth, that you are a bunch of terrible professionals!
With that in mind, I went to the elevator and entered the password for the penthouse.
As the door closed, I still waved at Layla, ignoring the angry looks thrown my way.
Chapter Twenty-One
MICHAEL
Running a large office was a bit boring at first, but little by little I started to get the hang of it and even started to enjoy the work there. I even considered the possibility of going back to college to finish it and, who knows, maybe I would even be excited about taking some postgraduate courses.
I was already a millionaire heir and had already assumed the highest position in that company, but I began to think that it could be beneficial to specialize more in my area.
My mother would love to know that.
Unlike my two brothers, I had never been a good student. I’ve never even came close to it. My grades were always terrible, and my parents were always called to school to talk to the teachers.
In high school, I would skip classes to play basketball or video games, go to the movies, or hang out with girls.
In college, I would ditch to go to bars, parties, nightclubs, or to date women.
But suddenly the idea of learning more about my family business suddenly seemed appealing.
However, my work pace was slower that day because I couldn't help but remember the day before. I had only spent two hours with my daughter, because her grandmother had soon returned saying that she needed to eat and sleep. I wished I could take care of those things myself, but the Harrises obviously didn't allow me to be any closer than I already was.
The fact is that, even with those short visits, Alice already seemed to understand that I was her father. She was already babbling some sounds, and sometimes I would be like a fool, repeating the word “daddy” over and over, anxious for her to learn it. It hadn’t happened yet, but even so, every second of that visit was worth it.
In a few weeks she would turn one, and I hoped it would be her first and last birthday in which she wouldn't spend living with me.
Every visit to Alice was special to me, but that one was even more so. I couldn't explain why, but Camila's company made everything even better. Every moment with her felt special. From the moment I picked her upat home and had fun seeing her with her hair all messed up and wearing a Garfield baby doll.
How could she look so sexy dressed like that?
Back at the Harris house, there was the way she grabbed my arm, as if she was marking her territory and making it very clear to those two sons of bitches that we were indeed engaged.
We weren't. Not really, anyway. But at that moment, I think even I came to believe it.
