The indomitable secretary

A very beautiful morning, Marcelo Bill, a compassionate millionaire and very loved by his children. I announce a surprise for the entire company. A mask party. Where he would announce his retirement to leave his son, recently arrived from Dubai, in charge of the company.

_ Good morning, my beauties! _ said Mr. Bill.

"I'm happy! You can tell," he said to everyone in the printing department. _ Tonight, all of you are invited to my farewell party. To my villa, in the Bill villas.

The area was named after him, he bought it and it had his last name. The Bill villas were a heavenly place, many know them as the villas of wonders. A paradise where you can find everything.

All departments are happy with the president's news. Finally, we will have a party. It was excitement throughout the company, you couldn't hear it, nothing more than knives about how they would dress. What mask would you bring for this occasion?

But at the same time, who was that son who had just arrived from Dubai. Nobody in the company knew him, only one person knew the president's children, only the secretary Katty.

She is the only one who didn't show happiness. She knew the one she would take care of was the playboy son. Jack Bill

A womanizer who spends his time destroying the hearts of those who fall in love with him, this man is the devil himself. The girls fall on his feet like rose petals falling at the beginning of autumn.

She had to take care of almost everything; she was the president's personal secretary. She went to the villa more than 7 times to confirm that everything was as the president wanted it. Don Marcelo Bill, owner of half of the city. Everything has to be perfect, a mistake was not forgiven at all.

A few hours later, the entire company closed, but only Katty and the security men were there. She was making sure everything was fine after the president left. Since tomorrow, they would have a new true playboy president.

Go down to the park, say hello to Felipe, one of the security men.

_ Good night, everyone!

_Good evening! Miss Kat.

She starts the blood-red Lexus LS500 off of her.

She arrived at her apartment at the Claytons, it was a beautiful apartment, all decorated, like a queen's house. She liked what was fine and elegant.

She came in and kicked the door shut. She had her hand loaded with things. That night she didn't want to dress so elegantly, she just wanted to be present in case the president needed something. She went to her closet, it was full of beautiful dresses. She chose a black dress that she wore to a family gathering. A gold heel that she would combine with an old mask. Soft makeup and a very inconspicuous lipstick.

But one thing she had to know was that her body was everything. Her beauty couldn't hide what she wore, it looked good on her body.

She took a small gold envelope with an inlay that matched everything and walked out. She also didn't enter through the front door so as not to attract too much attention, she entered through the back door where the owners enter. As all the security people knew her, she entered without difficulty.

Once, inside, she looked for the president. To notify that everything was fine.

While in the president's main room, she ran into the cutest boy in the Bill family. Harry Bill. He was a very calm boy, his whole world was fashion, he was a model. Well, for now, he cannot take charge of the company. His career is at risk.

_ Hi gorgeous! _ he said without knowing that he was Katty.

_ Hello, Harry! She answered.

_ Do you know me?

_ I'm sorry, young Harry, but I can detect his voice even if he were far away!

_ I see, you're a fan, how strange that you didn't ask me for an autograph?

_ Don't worry, Harry, I'll keep that in mind when you win the catwalk contest next week!

Harry, for her part, was stunned, how she could know all that information that was all confidential. Only her father's secretary would know such a thing.

When she was a few steps away, Harry noticed that she was the secretary. The way she walked was unique, her body dictated the pace of a swan.