Me and the CEO

open the door and enter. Ella stands at the entrance not knowing what to

I go in search of the Bandage Box and to give Ella some time to get used to me. — Can you sit there? — Oh, of

andage, I want to bring up a topic t

d materials in the trash and wash m

any’s motto. Or will be from now on. She gives me a shy smile, a smile that lights up her entire face. It's a

rns when we return to the room together — I'll come back later to fnish cleaning. We looked at each other f

her that attracts me. — I think we can perfectly work together. - As? Ella asks, looking hesitant. Instead of

. If you don't mind, of course. She expresses her surprise, but then smi

ust wanted to help. We were silent for a moment, both of us feeling a little uncomfortable around each other. — Um... I'll let you fnish your wor

mind to delve deeper into the proje

all, she manager to capture my attention with her sensual demeanor. Her every movement is a symphony of curves and grace. Too young, I try to remember. As she adjusts the vacuum on t

ture, the scoop neckline of her uniform reveals a small portion of her

that is attractive, it's also the way she moves. Each step is a slow, sens

ible not to notice her when she's around, just dusting off some objects o

ndrew! Serious? The weather? — I love summer — she confesses with a de

ent with my mother, as it was a ti

rub my face impatiently. — Mr. Gilbert? I move my hand away from my eyes

uldn't have — Do you want something more? If I said what I really think or want, the next step would be

the same time. I can't help but feel

Mr. Gilbert's eyes on me. I feel a wave of nervousness come over me, but I continue to work, trying to conc

ls to shine. After that, I take care of the curtains, making sure they a

pproach Mr. Gilbert's desk again, I can feel my pulse quicken. He's still working, but I'm aware that he's aware

ng me, but it's very difcult. Time seems to pass slowly until I fnally

ink about the memories I spent with my parents. They used to take my s

I have fnished cleaning, but he is distant, he seems to be in another wo

fortable. I ask if he needs anything else before I leave, but he dismisses me for today. I feel a pang of

d I'm just a young cleaning lady trying to make ends meet. It makes no sense to imagine that he would have t

p but think about Mr. Gilbert and how he impressed me. Will I see him ag

still on Mr. Gilbert. I can still feel the warmth of his gaze on me and the

the chance to talk to him again and

ke my head, trying to clear these

ust a cleaning lady. There's no way