OLIVIA.January started heavy, definitely.Apart from the conference in Margarita, I had a lot of work to do at the office.My dear boss received us with a welcome meeting, commenting that they would soon start building a new wing in the administrative office building, which would be dedicated to corporate and political alternate rentals, such as public notaries and some governmental institutions. He explained little, but I understood that he needed to expand, as the economic situation of the country could affect our salaries at any moment and he preferred to invest in new and safe cash inflows than to sacrifice personnel (something he could not afford) or lower salaries.That man always knew what he was doing when it came to expansion, which is why he was so successful. He was lucky that the human resources woman, his partner, fell in love with him. I think it added to the quality of his persona.I wondered when the wedding between them would be, and there, right after I remembered t
CARL.A little more than fifteen days later..."Cheers." We clinked our glasses.It was already Friday. We barely saw each other's faces almost halfway through February.I confess to being on the verge of exploding. Olivia had become a little hermetic with me, more than I have been in my whole life, and I didn't want to pressure her, but I couldn't help asking myself a thousand questions.I spoke to Leonidas. He informed me of the amount of work they had, since the director of the insurance company was starting to expand the grounds, it was normal to get involved. That's why I had to delay the placement of her bodyguard.No, correction. I delayed telling her that she already had one assigned.We were in a new location. It was night... On a nice terrace, we could see the lake in front of us.The attraction of the place is its boats and yachts parked in front of a concrete and wooden dock, especially having been built in the middle of the city and not in the official port of Maracaibo,
OLIVIA."Now, tell me about your health. How have you been feeling?" he asked, after kissing my hand and dropping that little bombshell on the table.A Bodyguard...Security, bodyguard... for me? For us?Everything seemed to get complicated and he asked me about my health."I'm fine, don't worry about it." I took back the pasta that by fate hadn't gotten cold. "Carl, is someone following us around the clock?" I had to ask, "Isn't it like... too much?""It won't be as overwhelming as you think, trust me. They will keep their distance, will communicate with us if they think it's strictly necessary.""What about my job?" What will I say when my coworkers see this...?""None of them will enter your office, Olivia, not even the building. They will only follow you when you leave the house, on your transfers and errands." «Good Lord». "Baby, take it easy. We'll see how long this is necessary, let's see how things work out, but it's for the best, believe me."This seemed to me too extreme, as
OLIVIA."Please come in," Carl asked the two men who had just arrived at the apartment.I had already seen them the night before, especially the jet-black-haired mastodon who had been accompanying us during dinner.Although the guy in the vehicle that had followed us there, I'd not been able to see him well until now, being a man with hair level with his skull, well shaved in military style, dark brown the color of his bristles, quite corpulent, almost like his counterpart, seconding in the same way the face of few friends that he had."Boys, meet Olivia Quintero, my girlfriend." I nodded, smiling pleasantly. They looked polite and attentive at the same time. They seemed uncomfortable too. "Baby, this is Juan and Ray Finol." He pointed first to the black-haired Juan, then to the other one, Ray.We shook hands, but I couldn't help but ask them:"Are you family?" I did it because of the last name.Carl smiled. Ray decided to answer:"Yes, ma'am. We're brothers."«Ahh...», I thought, mak
CARL."Baby, is it going to be a problem for Mark to stay with us this weekend? I know you're just moving in and you'll want us to be alone, but...""Of course not! I love the idea, I already want to meet him." She was serious, you could hear it in her voice."Perfect, then." I took my cell phone away from my ear to check the time. "I have to pick him up at 17: 00 hours. Should I tell Ray to bring you, or should I pick you up and we'll come together?""I don't know. I'd love to rather... You know, how about we go out? A movie or something? My treat."I imagined for a second the scene of the three of us sharing an outing. It could be the most positive thing for her and Mark to get to know each other."Excellent, I like the idea. I'll let you know when I'm on my way...""I haven't gone to Mom's yet." She informed me, cutting me off.I knew because Ray had reported it to me. Or rather, Juan, his brother, was the one who received the reports and passed them on to me, but he wouldn't tell
OLIVIA.My mother and I were well taken care of at the hospital. It is a good thing to work in an insurance company, our policies are always the best, besides, the real estate company where my mother works, had a large part of its payroll enrolled in the insurance company where I worked. We had to make it worth the money she was deducted each month.The downside of taking her there was herself. Being stubborn as ever, she pretended that she was not in pain and that the high fever she had been carrying for hours (many hours) was due to a viral process that —according to her— would pass in no time.Sometimes I don't understand Mom.Generally, she is a haughty, active woman, with energy, intelligence, and a lot of kindness to give. It was not so easy to notice her old age, many did not believe that she was almost seventy years old. On the contrary when she got sick. She aged suddenly, she looked older. No exaggeration, that she looked like a ten or twelve-year-old girl who must be persua
OLIVIA.I woke up in another apartment, one that was offered to me as mine, the same one where I was invited to share.I woke up in the apartment of Carl Malaver, my boyfriend.Even though I didn't have my things there at all, only the necessary and very basic ones, I could say that we were officially living together.I would have liked to inspect the place thoroughly. But recognizing that I would have plenty of time to do it (and of course, without going through his most private belongings, I don't usually do what I don't like to be done), I didn't have time that Sunday after we woke up together, swirling between hugs, our legs, and the comforter.His son was home and Carl thought of buying something for breakfast, so he went out early, leaving me alone with Mark.The boy was still sleeping peacefully at 08:00, so it gave me a chance to arrange my things a little, something I didn't manage to do the night before and not exactly because I was too tired to go to bed at once... I can bl
CARL.I don't know what the hell was wrong with Francis. She used to stay out of my business, never came into my house, never even went to my work, nothing at all. If she needed someone to take care of Mark, she looked for someone else, I was always the plan C or D of her life and I knew, until then, that this decision was not because of me, or any annoyance with me, she just didn't like to meddle in my business, because she hated it when I did it with hers.Now, what the hell was wrong with her? The thing at her house in December, I attributed it to the moment, the late night, the alcohol, what do I know. To say that, in that moment, and a tone of loud voice, became crazy to me, stupid.It's enough just to understand that after having broken off the relationship ten years ago with her, a furtive encounter between the two of us was what made us parents. We weren't even a couple, we're nothing and we succumbed to a surrender to this day I only understand it as a twist of fate for Mark
OLIVIA.I didn't bleed anymore. Of course, we didn't have sex that month. But the next month, in April, after the first official consultation and starting the usual check-up, we started to break the news.I told Mom, he to his parents and cousin. Everyone screamed in their way, too surprised, tearful, beautiful, very beautiful to say something like that and have everyone's support, the best thing that could happen.I wasn't nauseous, I just disliked some foods, while others I like very much now. I was very sleepy, that's for sure. And I used to sleep as much as I could after coming home from work.Then came the news in the Insurance. I thought a lot about whether to announce it at once or not. It was getting busy and pregnancy always meant sick leave, pre, and post-natal leave, and bonuses, among other things depending on the company policy, I did not know if the news would go down well at all.But the opposite happened; at least that's what they made me feel. Especially my boss, his
CARL."Excuse me?""Help me to my feet."Of course, I helped her.I carefully lifted her, and helped her clean herself.I got her clothes immediately, sat her on the be,d and dressed quickly.I grabbed the keys from the pick-up,and the wallet and we walked out of the apartment straight to the elevator, to my car, where I helped her into it, although I realized she could do it on her own, and we got out of there.I tried to drive like a civilized man, but my nerves were attacking me."Did you know you were pregnant? Since when?""I'm not. Drive carefully, Carl, please."I nodded and slowed down."Okay, let's see. If you're not pregnant, why did you tell me that in the bathroom?""My period is not due yet and I was bleeding heavily. I was in a lot of pain, Carl. I didn't want to wake you up, but I almost didn't make it to the bathroom.""Shit, Olivia, damn it! You should have said something to me, we've been at the clinic for a while now... We're getting there. Good thing I thought of m
CARL.I carried dinner in bags, my rolling suitcase in another, and maneuvered with the keys. I waved to the concierge and went upstairs.I opened the door expecting to see Olivia, but I didn't expect her to be like this.Yes, I asked her to undress, but being obeyed to the letter and beyond is too much of an impression.She stood with her back to me wearing wicked black heels. Nothing else.Her hair was down and as she turned towards me, her fully waxed mons pubis and wild face almost made my pants explode.Quietly (pretending to feel that), I arranged everything on the floor of the entryway and walked over to her.She had her hands behind her lower back and with them, held herself against the glass.The terrace had been reopened and rearranged, and that construction served perfectly to generate light around the female who was waiting for me.I sighed deeply. She smelled exquisite, all of her."Stay like this." I knew my command would be fulfilled to perfection.I took the food to th
OLIVIA.Hot, it was very, very hot that morning in early March.The months fly by, you don't realize it. And things are happening and passing as if everything was a long corridor that we had to walk down.The end of the year was a good celebration. For obvious reasons, we preferred to stay at home. Our adrenaline level was already sky high and Carl was not ready to "jump-jump for his life", as he put it. So, we invited his cousin to the apartment, who came with her husband, and a little black box that I didn't see until after the gunshot.The ring... I still can't believe it.Carl has told me how he got it, without any shame, managing very well that philosophy of no secrets, although I know we'll always keep for each other some little thing we don't want to say or tell.But there he was, hugging me from behind as we watched some beautiful fireworks that some neighbors launched outside the entire building.We watched them from the largest window in the living room, Carl and I, his cous
CARL.Olivia saved my life. That's how it is. That's how it was.I only think of the possibility that if I had been there alone, or with another woman, maybe I wouldn't be telling this episode of my life.I'm still dazed and in my body runs a painful relief, the one that manages to channel and make me think of things that I would not have done before, but I needed to get up soon, or I would go crazy.Walk a little, go to the bathroom, drink water, or something stronger. Olivia was doing all that for me, but she was asleep, I wasn't going to wake her up.Nobody shot me, they shot Nancy. And thanks to Olivia, who saw when the guy came towards the blonde to shoot her almost at point blank range, my girlfriend managed to get to the ground just before being hit by the bullet.The problem was when we fell, we stumbled hard against the table, the tablecloth rolled off crazily and we got tangled up in sharp things, like a damn glass pitcher full of water that someone left on the edge of the c
NANCY.Juan Finol's push prevented my body from lying, catastrophically, on the pavement in front of my restaurant.Both of us, escort and I, fell to the ground. And in a matter of seconds, a couple of men belonging to the restaurant's security and part of Finol Sr.'s crew, fell on top of the guy like hungry gazelles making his escape impossible."Nancy, are you okay? Nancy, hey, are you okay?!"I was trembling, my heart was beating fast, and I felt dazed.I looked at the person who wanted to kill me, I wanted to see his face, something that the hood of the sweater made impossible for me.But face down, hands tied behind his back, I could not see him.Then, I focused my gaze on Juan. He looked dismayed, waiting for an answer from me.I held his forearms tightly, he kept caressing my face trying to revive me."Am I hurt?" was what my lips said, but it was not what I wanted to say. I wanted to say a thousand things and that's all that came out.He quickly checked my body. He shook his h
NANCY."Can't I stay out of my restaurant either?" I asked Juan Finol's inveterate pursuer. "What a nuisance with that guy! I came to hire your bodyguard services at the right time".He wouldn't let me in the sun, or the shade, neither to other people's cigarettes nor to city fumes or alcoholic beverages. He wouldn't leave me either on roads or sidewalks, cars or trucks, nothing, he wouldn't leave me in peace, he wouldn't leave me in peace! And I thought he didn't like my resistance and every act of stubbornness I showed him.Finol Junior Second approached me while I was on the phone.Mom wouldn't answer. I'm the worst daughter in the world. I started to organize everything and I missed the time she told me to call her. She must have left her cell phone somewhere in the apartment or whatever.My family is big, but few of us are close. My father and mother were still alive, still married and traveling, spending Christmas far away from home. They were in Miami.I wanted to talk to them,
OLIVIA.I felt like the luckiest woman in the world.We arrived at the restaurant, we were treated excellently. What a spectacular atmosphere there was inside La Napolitana, it reminded me so much of their anniversary party, the one Carl and I were at; (well, I was, actually). That time, waiting for him was uncomfortable, I thought he wouldn't go, but it was fun to see the level of organization of Nancy and her people, they always pull out all the stops.That 24th were not as many people as that night, the paraphernalia was not as high.Outside I did not find girls dressed in the promotion of a brand of alcoholic beverage, the celebration that December was a little quieter, although all the tables around ours were occupied.I saw families with underage children, that partly I liked, partly I did not. It always generated a bit of stress for me to see 14, 12-year-olds there. I never understood why they let children in the place, but sure, I understand, it is a family restaurant, however
OLIVIA."Baby, are you all right? It hurt pretty bad yesterday. When are you going to see a doctor? Every time that happens, my life gets a little short." I had to laugh. "I keep thinking about it all day long. I'd like to think about sex all day long, not what exactly hurt you from sex."That was Carl. That was the memory of Malaver in my head, as I was grooming myself in the bathroom, one that was about to be over, just a few minutes away.In just one week, being that night December 24, we were already loaded with all the ready clothes and the desire to enjoy ourselves.We wanted to go now. Especially to that specific place. Carl and I were very excited because last December we didn't celebrate together because of our breakup. I remember it with a bit of annoyance, since he celebrated in Caracas with the mother of his son and they even kissed and I celebrated at my mother's company in a tower in the city, the same company that at that time was having problems, even though mom had no