60- Sometimes is better to start over again

She crossed the street, this time looking both ways and entered the company in a flash. As she ran
to the reception desk, the buckle of one of the shoes caught on her new threadbare T-shirt.
-It can't be!" she exclaimed in frustration and tugged, pulling a long thread and unhooking the
blouse, "No, no, no, no," she denied as she tried to unhook the thread, without looking ahead.

-Watch out!" they shouted in the background.
But when Cassandra looked up she had already collided head-on with someone and they both fell
to the floor.
Cassandra lifted her shoe, the string had come loose, but when she looked down at her blouse, a
large cleavage had been made showing the beginnings of her small breasts and her red bra. Yes, it
was red, because it had been dyed in the washing machine with a red stocking from the boy who
had infiltrated.
Can't you see where you're walking, you good-for-nothing," shouted a woman with a foreign tone.
-I'm so sorry!
Cassandra crawled towards her and tried to lift her by the arm.
-Don't touch me," the woman shouted, hitting Cassandra's hand. The redhead let go and the
woman fell back down. There were shouts of surprise in the background and Cassandra watched
in panic as everyone around watched the scene in alarm.
The woman was strikingly beautiful, as she had never been even in her best times, she had shiny
golden hair with perfectly done waves, a stunning body, the envy and desire of anyone, with large
round breasts, which Cassandra doubted were real, a narrow waist and curvy hips underneath her
completely pink tight outfit.
The woman stood up with difficulty, because she was wearing very steep red stiletto heels and
looked with fury in her green and feline eyes.
-I'm really sorry, miss, it's just that I was in a hurry and....
-I'm not interested," he interrupted her and looked her up and down. Next time don't be so
clumsy, you have no idea who you bumped into.
The woman walked past a shocked Cassandra, tapped her shoulder hard and walked away
gracefully, turned to look at Cassandra once again and said:
-Slut.
Cassandra did not want to believe what she had heard behind her back, she preferred to ignore
the insult of the unknown woman and walk towards the elevator. She still had two minutes to
introduce herself, she had to go to the bathroom first and fix her cleavage, she was right, she
looked like a slut not an office employee.
She got on the elevator and looked at her blouse in the mirror.

-It's ruined- she snorted trying to tie a knot in the middle, just as the elevator stopped and the
doors opened. Cassandra turned quickly, seeing in her reflection the tense and grumpy face of her
new boss.
-G-good morning," said the redhead, trying to be polite and start from scratch.
The man entered, the doors closed, pressed the top floor button and leaned to the side,
completely ignoring the woman.
Cassandra swallowed nervously and looked away. It was a small elevator, their bodies were very
close and she couldn't help but shiver as she felt the expensive and aphrodisiac perfume of the
man who was drugging her. She looked at the board, there were still many floors to go, and she
felt that time was running out.
Mathew looked sideways at the little woman who looked like a flea. She was wearing old, worn-
out sneakers, her skinny legs were shaking and her knee had the scarred wound from the accident.
His fingers twitched curiously, wanting to touch her, but he closed them tightly restraining the
impulse. He kept moving his onyx eyes up the scrawny body and found the woman blatantly
covering her cleavage.
Mathew laughed at that
-What's so funny?" the woman exclaimed with annoyance, her words coming out before he could
think.
She wasn't able to greet me like a polite person and on top of that she was making fun of me?
Mathew looked her in the eyes, with his almond-shaped gaze and gloomy pupils. Did she really
want to confront him?
Mathew would show her who's boss.
- Do you really think I'm interested in seeing your cleavage?
- How dare you," the redhead exclaimed indignantly.
-You really think you're a big deal, don't you?
He quickly stepped in front of her, locking her in the corner.
-Get away.
Mathew grinned lasciviously, showing his gleaming fangs.

-Do you think I'm dying to taste you, maid? -He raised his hand- -Do you think I'm dying to see you
without clothes? -He held Cassandra's hand.
-Don't you dare
-Come on, if that's what you want?" she tugged Cassandra's hand, pulling up the shirt, "let me see
your flat, bland chest.
Just then the elevator doors opened, they had reached the top floor.
Mathew walked quickly away, with a grace that left her bewildered.
-Sebi?
Cassandra looked in surprise at the blonde woman, who was watching the two of them quizzically.
-Hi Katlyn, your plane arrived earlier," she exclaimed calmly as she adjusted her tie.
She looked at Cassandra with an intense look that made her more afraid of her than of her new
boss.
- What is the clumsy one doing here?
Mathew looked at Cassandra with suspicion.
-Have you two met?
-She bumped into me at the reception.
Mathew laughed under his breath, it seemed that the woman really was clumsy.
-She's my new secretary," Mathew said.
-It's a joke, isn't it, this prude?
Mathew stepped out of the elevator and Cassandra walked behind him like a shadow.
-Cassandra is her name," he corrected her.
-Hello," the redhead greeted shyly, swallowing her insults towards the blonde.
The woman took her by the arm and spoke in her ear -And I'm Katlyn Walker, Mathew's fiancée. -
Then she let go of the woman's arm and stormed out the other side.

The fiancée? Of course! It was so obvious that an ogre like him could only date a harpy like her.
-What are you waiting for to follow me?" shouted Mathew, who was already far away.
Cassandra took a deep breath and ran to catch up with him.
-This is your desk, here is the agenda with the company's contacts and in this program you are
going to load Mr. Aller's meetings".
A very kind lady of about 60 years old was explaining her new job, but Cassandra could not stop
looking sideways at Mathew, who was watching her without dissimulation from his desk, which
was right in front of hers.
-Is that clear?
-Yes, thank you very much.
-Carmen is my name, ask me anything you want.
-Thank you Carmen.
Cassandra checked the phones and the company's information, but there was no way to
concentrate, the harassing eyes of her boss were stuck in the distance in her chest. She opened
and rummaged through the desk drawer and found a safety pin, buckling her cleavage.
Damn pervert, he thought.
-Find a Cassandra," the blonde ordered one of her fiancé's employees. - Yes her, Cassandra
Deluna..." repeated the woman, "Who is she? Find out now
The woman looked for information in the computer files.
-From what I see, Miss Walker applied for the position of presidential secretary.
-And what did she do to get the job? Did she sleep with my fiancé?
The woman stammered, not knowing what to answer.
-It says here that human resources rejected her application.
-So she slept with him, the bitch?
-I don't know, but Mr. Aller insisted on hiring her.

-You and I never talked about this -Did you understand?
-Yes, ma'am
-Mrs.
-I'm sorry, Mrs. Walker
-Mrs. Alller!" the woman shouted.
That woman was going to pay, did she think she could come and steal her fiancé with her rickety
body and sagging breasts? She was crazy.
Cassandra watched as Mathew suddenly stood up and looked around for something, she timidly
approached his office.
-Sir, can I help you with something?
-Yes, close the door and stay out of the way.
Cassandra reluctantly listened to him, at least that way she wouldn't see him for a while.
-Where the hell is he?
The young boss was desperately looking for his wallet, he didn't remember grabbing it in the
morning, how long had it been since he had it?
He dialed his manager's number.
-I lost my wallet, I don't know where, that's why I'm calling you," he shouted into the phone, "Look
in the camera records, as soon as possible!
The young CEO knew that whoever had his wallet wished he hadn't stolen it from Mathew Aller.