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
IsabellaMexico City"Straighten your back," I mentally ordered myself. "Smile," I put on the best smile I could for my interviewers. I had applied for a work visa in the city of Toronto, and I was jumping with joy as I would be leaving my country in search of better economic opportunities. It's not that I didn't like Mexico, but my dream had always been to settle in Canada and explore every corner of that beautiful country."Your application is impressive, Miss..." one of the men in suits began speaking through the laptop screen, "... Sánchez. Isabella Elizabeth Sánchez Figueroa..." He furrowed his brow. "Am I pronouncing it correctly?" I nodded slowly."We are thrilled to have you as part of our team at WB Automotive. We look forward to seeing you here soon.""Thank you so much for the decision to recruit me as an employee of your company," I smiled kindly. We said our goodbyes, and as the screen turned off, I let out a long sigh, released the stomach I had been holding in, and slou
IsabellaMonths later..."What are you doing? You need to take a flight and return home, to your home, with your family," Julio ordered on the other end of the line. I heard complaints, then I heard, "I'll talk to her." I sighed upon hearing Esteban's voice. "Isa?""Here I am," I replied in a low, depressed tone."Have you sent out job applications online? Start doing that. Just because you couldn't be the best employee in that company you joined doesn't mean you can't be elsewhere.""I will return home," I finally said."No, what you will do is take a shower. I imagine you're lying on the couch in your apartment, eating ice cream." I pursed my lips and reluctantly set down the spoon in the nearly empty ice cream container."It's better to go back. I haven't been able to find a job as an administrator. There are others who are better than me.""You will find a job, even if it's in a different field, but don't give up," I heard Luis nearby. "Let me talk to her too." I closed my eyes, n
Isabella―But before he takes her with him, do you have all your documents with you?" the woman asked. I nodded and took them out of my portfolio-style bag, handing them to her. As she reviewed them, I looked around the place. Ever since I entered through the elevator doors, the atmosphere felt cold. I could still feel it beneath my suit jacket. “Were they trying to keep it warm?” I thought sarcastically. It was fall, but it felt like a minimalist freezer decked out with quirky paintings."Alright, follow me," she said. I followed, trying not to slouch due to the buttons on my blouse and being careful not to take wide strides to avoid ripping my skirt. "God, please don't let me harm anyone with a button today." We stopped in front of double doors. "Every time you enter with Mr. Ashgar, you need to knock twice, just as I will, and wait for confirmation before entering.""Okay," I nodded, understanding what she was telling me."You can't knock more than twice. There's a security camera