Postponing the Inevitable
**Kael**
I sent my guest away for an important reason: I didn't want to backtrack on what I had said. However, I took a few shots of whiskey to calm my mind before heading to my room, my head full of thoughts. My desire for Sarah was strong, but I knew it was best to keep my distance.
I remembered what Rachel had told me about Sarah. Knowing that she was interested in the auction money didn't align with the girl I had met on the yacht. Perhaps she was just as skilled at deceiving as her twin sister.
I arrived at my room, far from my guest. I wanted to be with Sarah, but my mood wasn't good, and I knew I might act even worse with her. I chose to postpone my plans for another time. I looked at the bed in front of me. It was going to be a long night.
******
I wasn't wrong, and it took me a long time to finally fall asleep. I woke up earlier than usual. When I was ready to go to the company, standing at my room's door, I considered having breakfast with Sarah.
I quickly changed my mind. I knew nothing about Sarah's daily habits, and perhaps she was more of a night owl, staying up late and consequently waking up late. Or maybe not. I was undecided, still standing in front of the door when Dolores, the woman responsible for taking care of that apartment, approached where I was.
"Buenos días, señor Graham."
"Buenos días, Dolores," I replied to the greeting in her native language with a smile. "Did you arrive earlier today?"
Dolores worked exclusively from 8 am onwards, as I rarely ate in that apartment, eliminating the need for meal preparation. Her job was to keep the place always ready for use and the pantry stocked in case of any needs for myself or my mother. Although my mother hadn't used any of our residences in the past year, I held onto the hope that she would return to being the lively and joyful woman she once was, frequenting the places she loved and socializing with the people she had always been friends with, as Rachel's visit yesterday seemed to indicate.
"In fact, I believe you're running late for work, Mr. Graham," she said, making me frown in confusion. "It's already 8 am."
That information completely astonished me; more than two hours had passed since I woke up, but I had been so immersed in thoughts that I hadn't noticed the time passing. I looked back down the hallway, surprised to see that Sarah was still sleeping, which made me question her habits once again.
"I really need to go now, Dolores," I sighed resignedly. "I hadn't realized that time was passing, and I was almost late for a very important meeting. I'll be back for dinner here tonight," I informed her.
I hurriedly left, saying goodbye to Dolores, while I pondered the fact that Ryan hadn't called or shown up at the penthouse to hurry me to the 8:30 meeting, something he typically did when I had important commitments like the one that morning.
As I opened the apartment door, I came face to face with the doors of the private elevator from the penthouse opening, and Ryan stepping out from inside.
“Good morning, Kael," he greeted me, stepping back into the elevator upon seeing me do the same. "I managed to postpone the meeting with the French multinational to 9 am, so you're within the schedule, don't worry."
As always, Ryan seemed to read my thoughts and had already done exactly what I would have told him to do. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good morning, Ryan," I replied to his greeting. "I'm glad to see you're still working for me."
I couldn't help but respond to his actions from the previous night when he received Sarah without my consent or order.
"I work for you and even cater to needs you haven't realized you have," he replied unfazed. "In other words, I'm a fully attentive and helpful employee."
I didn't reciprocate Ryan's self-praise, even though I would have done so if I weren't so bothered. At the moment, my main concern is to focus on the professional side. I would deal with my personal issues and decide whether to pursue my desires and their consequences later when I returned to my apartment.
During the rest of the day, I maintained my determination, focusing on work and seeking more profits for my companies. I only interrupted my routine to have lunch with my mother at our mansion. As I concluded my last commitment of the day, all I could think about was meeting Sarah. The idea that she would be waiting for me provided an unexpected but revealing pleasure.
"To my penthouse," I instructed my driver as I settled into the back seat of my car.
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