All Chapters of SOLD TO THE CEO: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Bruce waits for me to contact him, which I do. I don't want to play games in the temple of God. We hold hands, and I feel a weight descend from my throat into my stomach.His long fingers grip my palm firmly, but also with an impressive gentleness. The heavens will hate me, but I imagine it touches other parts of me. I imagine his strong touch and his eyes fixed on mine, sensing my every reaction, knowing exactly how I feel. I shake my head to dismiss the thought, which I don't even know where it came from.- You are shaking - he points out.The whole church begins to pray. The buzz surrounds us, but Bruce remains with his eyes open, staring at the image on the altar.- Aren't you praying? - I ask.- Not out loud.- Are you a religious man?- Only when I'm not sinning - his answer makes me smile, because he seems like the kind of man who lives by sin. In fact, it seems that sins only existed after him.I don't have time to say a decent prayer, because soon the priest starts mass. We s

16 years ago...I won't breakThe way you did it, you fell so hardI learned the hard wayTo never let it go this farI love chocolate cake. Today mom decided she would bake me a cake, and she makes the best cakes in the world. We're in the kitchen at home, and I can already smell the cake when Mom takes the mold out of the oven. She puts it on the table, and now let's decorate. That's the best part.I scoop up the chocolate sauce and pour it over our cake. He is handsome. I can't wait to eat. Mom helps me spread the syrup with a spatula, then I think the job is done.- Are we finished? - she asks.- Yes mom.- It's nice. Congratulations my love.- Thanks.I look at my mother. She is very beautiful today. Her blue dress is like mine, down to the flowers at the hem. We always wear the same clothes, maybe that's why people say we look alike. I love looking like him.- Shall we put strawberries?- Yeah! I'll get it - I say.- He is fine. Thanks.Strawberries are very tasty. Sometimes som

ANGELIC..."I can't believe Angelic Donneli invited me to the Bronx," Skyla said mockingly.Coming from someone who has dedicated her life to making herself worthy of her father's love, going to great lengths to be impeccable, it's really a surprise that she gets my call asking her to bring me here. . I would come alone, but I didn't have a car, and it would probably take me a long time before I managed to steal one from the Donneli mansion. Including, it makes me think about how fast I need to gain independence.We are outside the old factory. I look through the window, slightly misted by the cold. The construction is not old, but the fire has compromised the beauty and safety of the building. The walls are stained black and some parts have crumbled. I think of the NGO that my mother left me, dedicated to the reconstruction of buildings like this and to the housing of people in need. My next step will be to do this job in the Bronx.I look at Skyla, realizing I haven't told her much

ANGELIC...Of them. Three. Four. Five.Five. Four. Three. Of them. A.I start counting the seconds, which turn into minutes and hours. I hadn't noticed this morning, but I didn't turn off the faucet properly, so drops of water fall into the sink. I count the seconds as the drops descend.I counted over twenty thousand drops.I'm on the bathroom floor. The light went out about ten thousand drops ago. The only illumination comes from moonlight. My head is leaning against the tub as I stare at the gun, which I haven't even had the heart to touch. This is what killed a man before my eyes.Of them. Three. Four. Five.Five. Four. Three. Of them. A.Over time, I think I've stopped having a big idea of what's real and what my head has created. I slept and dreamed of the bloodied body coming down the stairs. I was thirsty and drank water from the sink. I was also hungry, but I couldn't do much about it.And The White. I hallucinated with him. Several times I felt like he was coming over, takin

THE WHITE...Another missed call. No, I don't intend to answer.The last three days have been like limbo, displaced from my reality. Normally, I don't allow myself to hesitate. My decisions must be instantaneous. However, I spent three days trying to make up my mind, and opted for the simpler solution. Therefore, the more fool.For the first time since I started my jobs, I quit one. I discovered that it was good to solve people's lives. Like Daniel, for example. He was an obstacle for his son, and I helped him. Someone is always hurt, indeed, but my job is not to judge who is right. Come on, it's my job.But I was wrong. I usually don't admit my mistakes, as they are rare, however, now I have to. I was wrong to agree to work for Margot Donneli. I was so sure it was going to be an easy job that I didn't think about the job until I had a decent alibi. I wanted to be the last suspect, but the girl hates me. I became the first.Rule number one: never contact the service. Don't create memo