La Esposa Desechada Esposo Súplica Perdón

WALKING INTO the vast office with glass-fronted walls, and gothic columns stretching fifteen feet to a ceiling with an enchanting chandelier hanging on its center, Natalia handed her ID to the receptionist.

"I have a 9 am interview with Mr. Sebastian Dominic."

The well made-up woman in her mid-twenties gave her a head to toe look that made her cringe. She expected that at some point, the way she dressed up that day will be an issue for some, but she won't let anyone make her feel bad about something that was unexpected and not part of the plan.

"Name?"

"It's in my ID. The one you are holding. But yeah, since you asked, it's there...right there...Natalia Abrera." She pointed at her name for emphasis. Sarcasm is her talent and she showed the receptionist how gifted she really is.

The woman named Tami, as indicated on her nameplate looked at the computer screen and typed something on the keyboard. She handed her a temporary visitor's ID that spelled Satania.

"Will you reprint this one, it should be Natalia and not Satania."

Tami rolled her eyes as she reprinted the nametag that she obviously deliberately sabotaged.

"Thanks Dani!"

Talia smiled triumphantly when she heard Tami's groan and proceeded to the floor indicated on her temporary pass. She knows the procedure of interviews with high profile companies and CEOs because of her previous job, executive assistant to Gerry Hayes, CEO of Hayes Corp., for six months. That was before Mrs. Hayes fired her after accusing her of flirting with her husband when in truth, Natalia asked for her help when Gerry tried to molest her at the office.

Deep in thought, she missed the elevator that was supposed to take her to the top floor. She will be late for her appointment if she will not take the next available lift. Looking at her platinum watch, she heard a sound and she immediately entered the lift. Two men dressed in black were already inside.

"Miss, this elevator is for..."

"It's fine. Miss, floor?" Natalia shivered at the sound of the voice. She felt her pale face turned red in as the man with the sonorous and sexy voice looked at her soaked white blouse that emphasized the red and black brassiere, measly covered with her thin red cardigan. She almost lost the ability to speak when he looked back at her face and at her lips as she bit them. His calculating and watchful gaze gave his blue eyes more depth and color.

"70th floor...please." She stuttered when she noticed that they are also going to the same floor.

The gorgeous man nodded, leaned closer and pressed the button to the 65th floor since the 70th floor is already lighted. She held her breath as she inhaled his masculine scent. She almost moaned when she felt his soft breath on the back of her neck as he spoke to the other man in the lift.

"David, get the HR files to my office."

"Yes, Sir."

She felt his gaze on her as they rode the lift in silence. She felt hot despite the coldness of her damp shirt. Of all the days for her to spill water on herself while driving, the universe chose it to be on the day of her final interview with her new boss. She left her apartment early, anticipating New York's awful traffic but she did not anticipate that the bagel she was eating inside her car would jump out of her hands. In her haste to pick up the bread, she spilled at the front of her blouse, the mineral water she was holding in her other hand. She doesn't have time to return home and change so she just used the red cardigan stashed at the back of her car to try and cover the mess. But the cardigan is used for clubbing. The end result of her wardrobe is a black fitted pencil skirt with matching black stilettos and a low cut red bra and sheer red cardigan that emphasize her perfect mounds underneath a damp see through white blouse.

The lift stopped at the 65th floor and the man named David got off. Few more seconds and we reached our destination.

"After you." Natalia could not suppress her tremble at the feel of his breath on her ear as he whispered for her to move.

"Th...thanks." She tried to walk confidently to the floor's reception area. She was leering with the feeling when a plump woman in her mid-thirties ran towards the man behind her and tried to take his bag.

"I'll get this for you Sir Basti."

"No need, Clara. I'll do it myself. Send her into my office after 15 minutes. Give her something warm to change into. She's...wet."