Chapter three

Today, I decided to tease my boss a bit. I wore a short gray pencil skirt and a formal white shirt deliberately unbuttoned at the first three buttons. I know exactly the effect this will have on him, especially when it comes to my breasts.

I walk into his office with confidence, aware of the surprised and uncomfortable look that will form on his face as soon as he sees me.

As I approach his desk, his eyes can't help but notice the obvious. The fixed gaze on my breasts betrays a mix of surprise, confusion, and even a touch of repressed desire.

I am loving the discomfort I am causing him. It's a small form of revenge. His expression changes quickly, swallowing hard as he tries to maintain composure.

While he struggles to disguise his discomfort, I maintain an impassive expression, savoring the moment. I know I am achieving the goal of disturbing his tranquility and questioning his control over the situation.

"Sir, here are the reports you asked me to review yesterday," I say, placing the papers on the desk and my cleavage in his face, being careful to avoid any unwanted physical contact from my side.

"Thank you," he says, swallowing hard.

I sit back at my desk and turn on my computer, organizing some important documents. It would be a good idea to steal everything from this wretched man, but for now, I can't do it. Everyone will suspect me since I'm new here, and I need to gain the trust of everyone, especially Alexander Will Bennett. I want to get into his heart, but mostly into his mind, messing with his psyche and all his emotions.

He will live hell on earth here, and I will live to ensure that.

The phone rings, pulling me out of my reverie, and I find myself obliged to answer.

"Family Bennett Company. Good afternoon! How can I help?"

"I would like to speak with Alexander Will Bennett. I am Mr. Moritz from Germany and also an investor in this company."

"Please wait a minute, sir."

I transfer the call to my boss's office and then call him.

"Mr. Moritz is on line one."

"All right. Thank you, Sophia."

I end the call and continue with my tasks. This company has a lot of work, and rightfully so; it is the heart of New York and the world. Many families depend on it to survive and secure their livelihoods. Alexander has a heart of iron, but in return, he has a brilliant mind.

I have been following them for many years, fourteen years to be exact. I have seen from afar the growth of this company, and as much as I don't like him, he has evolved a lot over these years.

Fourteen years is a lifetime. People are born and die, laugh and cry, build successful careers, and enjoy the best of life. But it wasn't like that for me. Over the fourteen years, I didn't smile; I didn't enjoy the best of life. On the contrary, I dedicated all my time to planning my revenge, and that's precisely why I won't let anything interfere with my goals.

Lunchtime has arrived, and I'm still loaded with work—documents to review, contracts to analyze, and calls to answer. I have no time for anything, not even to go to the bathroom.

"It's lunchtime, Sophia. Let's go."

"I can't; I need to go get Mr. Bennett's lunch."

"Aaaaah, okay, see you in a bit."

"See you."

I get up from my desk and head to the office door. Outside, I enter the restaurant, smelling delicious scents filling the air.

I place my order, explaining it clearly and providing the necessary specifications to meet my boss's preferences.

I leave the establishment fifteen minutes later, returning my attention to crossing the street.

"Sir, here's your lunch," I say after entering his office.

"Do you know that I follow a weekly meal plan, right?"

"Yes, sir, and according to your list, on Fridays you eat whole wheat pasta, chicken fillet, green salad, and lightly cooked vegetables."

"Right. Leave!"

If he thinks his arrogant and dry demeanor bothers or intimidates me, he is sorely mistaken. He has no idea who he's dealing with.

For now, I need to allow him to treat me this way, but that will change as soon as he falls into my game, like a bird being caged. I will show him the true meaning of power and control.

"Look at the little meal."

"Oh, Samantha! Thank you very much, but you didn't have to bother."

"I did it with pleasure."

"I'll give you the money you spent later."

"All right."

"The weekend is coming; what are you going to do?"

"I don't know, Sophia, but I don't feel like staying at home."

"How about going to a nightclub?"

"Great idea. I even have one in mind."

"Perfect, send me the address soon."

"Sure, but since you're without a car, I think it's better for me to pick you up at your house."

"Thank you, Samantha, you're a sweetheart."

"I know," she said, pouting.

Samantha is a lovely person; she is fun, friendly, and generous. I really like her, and I want us to be good friends.

After my shift ended, I decided to make a stop at a local store that was still open. As I had some pending purchases in mind, I took the opportunity to take a look.

When the time came to return to the United States, I realized that I wouldn't be able to take everything from my closet with me. Knowing this, I had to make tough choices and decide to take only the essentials. I picked some versatile pieces that matched each other and that I knew would be useful on various occasions.

My phone vibrated, and I took it out of my bag to see why it had vibrated.

"Hello, my little one. Sorry for not replying to your message earlier, but I've been so busy. Tell me, how are you?"

Throughout my life, I have been fortunate to have the unwavering support of Natan. He dedicated his time, energy, and talent to guide me and help me achieve success. His tireless commitment to me and the work is unparalleled, making him a respected and prestigious figure in Canada.

Natan always believed in my potential, even when I doubted myself. He encouraged me to follow my dreams and work hard to achieve them. His wisdom and experience were invaluable as he shared his knowledge with me, guiding me through life's challenges and obstacles.

Every day, I witnessed his tireless dedication to work. He spared no effort to achieve excellence and was always an example of professionalism and integrity. Through his example, I learned the importance of discipline, commitment, and perseverance.

Everything I am today is the result of Natan's influence in my life. I am deeply grateful for everything Natan has done for me. His role in my life is irreplaceable, and I will always remember his generosity and dedication.

"I'm fine, my love, but I think you're a little overwhelmed. Can you relax a bit and stop working so much?"

I understand and respect Natan's passion for work, but I confess that, at times, I also question his obsession. He has achieved an incredible level of success and attained everything he desired; he needs to enjoy life outside of work.

It would be beneficial for Natan to take some vacation, away from work responsibilities and pressures.

Ever heard the phrase "to stop is to die"?

Stop being boring.

Look at the respect.

You don't intimidate me.

But you should.

I bet you smiled while writing this message.

You hit the mark.

Come live with me in the United States?

Impossible request.

Take a vacation at least.

I'll think about it.

Okay.

I knew you would be hired, congratulations. Have a great night, princess. I love you.

I love you too, Dad.

You know I hate it when you call me that; I feel like an old man.

I did it on purpose.

You little pest.

Think about what I told you.

Okay. Good rest.

Thank you, and likewise. Kisses.

After the conversation with my brother, I felt calm and serene. The exchange of words brought a certain relief to my mind. With thoughts still fresh in my head, I decide to close my eyes and allow myself to rest.