Page 5 of Surprise! I'm Engaged To My Boss
“Just because I’m rich doesn’t mean I don’t have real problems,” I retorted, watching as the bartender poured us two more shots.
“Are you dying?” she asked suddenly.
“Oh, no.”
“Is someone in your family dying?”
“No.”
“Is your dog dying?”
How did she know I had a dog?
“No, my dog is fine.”
“Then it can't be anything that serious.”
“Areyoudying, by any chance?”
“There are an infinite number of problems I can have.”
“So why would my only problem be someone dying?”
“Because it’d be the one thing you couldn't pay off. Anything else, I bet your money would be more than capable of paying for.”
I wish she was right. But she wasn't, for the reason I explained:
“Not everything in life can be bought with money.”
“It's the kind of thing that people with money usually say.”
Until recently, I would’ve corrected her by saying that those who said that kind of thing were, in fact, uninformed people. Because, to be quite honest, I also used to believe that money could buy absolutely anything.
Until I found myself in the shitty situation I was in at that moment.
“Would your problems be solved with money?” I asked.
She seemed to think for a moment.
“A good portion of them, yes. If I were a millionaire heiress like you, I wouldn't have to suffer waiting for a promotion and seeing some son of a bitch steal it from me.”
I noticed that she swore a lot. Not that it bothered me. But I was used to women who, in my presence, tried to maintain a more cultured-educated-nice-girl attitude. Of course, that was before I took them to bed, where they became real sluts.
I thought about how that dirty little mouth must behave while fucking someone. I could try to find out,but I wouldn't do it for two reasons. The first was that she was an employee of my company, which was something that was kind of forbidden for me, according to my own rules. And the second was that the woman was completely drunk.
I took another shot. With how strong it was, maybe it wouldn't take long for me to caught up to her.
Well, to tell the truth, there was one more reason for me not to try anything with the girl next to me. I was in the process of making changes in my life, and these included being less of a party animal and less of a womanizer.
Since it was a company party, I felt I could afford to drink a little too much.
I made a mental note that the company should have parties every week. I would put that on the list of changes to make.
As I watched the bartender pour me another shot, I refocused my attention on what she had just told me.
“What do you mean someone stole your promotion?”
“He's still my superior... In fact, he's even more superior now. That's why I can't report him, otherwise he might want revenge.” She turned the glass over, which seemed to have given her an extra dose ofcourage. Or a lack of awareness of danger. “Oh, fuck it, I'll tell you! That son of a bitch Victor Smith presented my project as if it were his own.”
