IsabellaI was in total shock when his words came out of his mouth. "Wow, this job is a dream come true for anyone." Salary, benefits, and now this bonus, a new car."Is everything okay?" Mr. Ashgar asked. I nodded immediately and carefully got out of the car, keeping a certain distance out of politeness."Thank you, Mr. Ashgar. It's just that it's quite fancy for a bonus." He raised an eyebrow."All my closest, most trusted employees have a bonus," he said. I raised my eyebrows and nodded slowly."Thank you, Mr. Ashgar.""Just call me 'Sir.' You can start using it tomorrow." I nodded, remembering the rules."Yes, sir." He gestured for me to close the car door and follow him."And where does it say you live? Is it close to the company?" he asked curiously. I continued walking behind him."About twenty minutes by bus. I live in the Rockville area. I have an apartment.""Oh, I know where that is. You have a nice view of the city," he remarked, surprised. "It's a good neighborhood, middl
IsabellaMr. Ashgar left, leaving me standing there with a formal gesture of farewell in the middle of my living room. My heart was racing; everything was so strange and too good to be true that I needed a reality check. I called my brothers in Mexico and when I told them everything that was currently happening, they were stunned, intrigued, and worried, just like me. "It was too good to be true," Julio asked if he wasn't one of those sheikhs who had their own staff to make people disappear, as they had seen in the news a few months ago. Luis was somewhat impressed by the salary and benefits, but he thought the same way. It was like winning the lottery unexpectedly."But you've already signed, and there's no turning back now. It's better to tread carefully with that kind of people, Isa. You have to be very careful. I don't want to wake up one morning and not hear from you," Julio said, and I let out a long sigh."But we have to see the bright side," Luis said. We all looked at each ot
ZaidI mentally reviewed everything that had happened today. Hearing Miss Sánchez begin the sentence with "Mrs. Bruce said..." made me angry. I wasn't going to let my mother and Mrs. Bruce win in my territory. So, I had decided to take my assistant with me to my brother's wedding in Abu Dhabi, instead of taking Mrs. Bruce. I couldn't understand why she was so keen on meddling in my life. Did she think I would break my word and not marry the youngest daughter of one of Dubai's most important sheikhs? When I gave my word, I kept it.During the night, I walked through my garden as I usually did when I was stressed. I would take in some fresh air to calm my mind. I knew that sooner or later, I would have to face all my family responsibilities, and it would worsen my relationship with my parents, which was already strained. I was the youngest of four siblings. The eldest was dreaming of taking our father's place, the middle one was about to get married and was achieving his ambitions as he
IsabellaDuring the journey to the airport, I checked the flight times and the weather in Dubai. I was excited to visit beautiful places, impressive skyscrapers, and, of course, my boss's family. The thought of experiencing Arab customs and traditions filled me with both excitement and unease. "What if I unintentionally disrespect them?" I immediately dismissed the thought. I would dedicate myself to learning more about their culture and avoiding any mistakes."Are you nervous?" my boss asked. I lifted my gaze from my cellphone screen and placed it on my lap."A little, sir," I confessed, but I maintained a professional demeanor. My stomach rumbled, begging for food. Judging by his raised eyebrow, he must have heard it. I cleared my throat, averted my gaze to the window, feeling embarrassed, and placed a hand on my stomach. I didn't want to see his reaction. I tried to control my nerves and then heard the sound of rustling paper. When I looked back, my boss, in all his elegant and pow
IsabellaFlight from Toronto to Dubai.It was 3:45 am when the plane took off from the private runway at Toronto Pearson International Airport. Mr. Ashgar was still upset, more than upset, furious. He hadn't spoken a word to Mrs. Bruce since boarding.We would be flying for twelve hours and fifty minutes, and I didn't want to imagine what the journey would be like. I glanced at the clock and roughly estimated the time we would arrive in Dubai. "Around three or four in the afternoon, this is going to be eternal," I thought, letting out a discreet sigh. Two flight attendants took care of providing us with everything we needed, including the incredibly warm blankets. To my surprise, the seat could be transformed into an individual bed. When Mr. Ashgar pointed out where to throw the blanket, I let out an exclamation that made him smile, although he concealed it quite well.After a while, during which I managed to get some sleep, I was startled by voices. It was Mr. Ashgar and Mrs. Bruce.
IsabellaStill on my way to Dubai...When I heard Mr. Ashgar's last words, I was almost left speechless. What did he mean by saying that most of my job would be to be that barrier between him and her? My job would be to be the one... Wait, Isa, he's going to pay you triple your previous salary, so you could be his Hulk if he wants you to be.I nodded slowly in response to his words, and he seemed satisfied."I just need you to guide me exactly where you want me to go, so I won't stumble," I said slowly, and he understood what I meant."Firstly," he took a deep breath, then looked away, walked around the room, and stopped to gaze at me. "First, I will think exactly about what I want you to do once we arrive. She will want to stay close to me," he paused, "but what nobody knows about my family and her is that I have bought my own place to go when she visits." I furrowed my brow."She always used to go to your family's house?" He clenched his jaw, and his gaze wandered to some point on t
IsabellaI returned to my seat with a racing heart, about to burst out of my chest. My hands trembled with anger as I stared at the screen of my cell phone. There were two hours left before I could try again to enter, but in the meantime, I couldn't do it. I felt someone's presence standing next to me on the seat. I looked up, and it was my boss."Follow me," he whispered, gesturing for me to follow him. And so I did. Mrs. Bruce sat two seats ahead, close to Mr. Ashgar's security team. I gave her a determined look. I wouldn't allow her to intimidate me, and if she tried, she would regret it.Mr. Ashgar entered a room, and I followed him. He stepped aside and gestured to someone. He closed the door. Being alone in a room was perfect material for Mrs. Bruce. What kind of rumors would she invent about me? That we were lovers? Just the thought of it made me grimace. "Please, wipe that expression off your face," my boss said, interrupting my thoughts. He was staring at me intently. Had he
IsabellaDubai International Airport, United Arab Emirates, Private runwayMr. Ashgar recommended that I use a scarf to cover my hair, and now I understand why he did it. The wind that was blowing upon arrival tried to snatch the scarf I had wrapped around my head. I didn't want to imagine how my hair would have looked if I had left it loose.Carefully, I descended the steps while carrying my bag and holding my tablet against my chest. The weather was hot, and it was past three in the afternoon. I adjusted my sunglasses and followed Mr. Ashgar. The security team was impressive. He didn't seem like just a CEO of an important company in Toronto, but rather an Arabian prince. The luxury, the security, his demeanor—it all resembled those individuals that appear on the covers of famous high society magazines from abroad.We arrived at a waiting armored truck. I was about to get in when two sleek and apparently high-end trucks entered the runway. I looked at my boss and could only see the t