crazy about the CEO

waiting for a response. I didn't feel bad about measuring her in the same way, since I could see that she was also noticing every detail of mine

s lives: What they live doesn't concern us. - I'm very sorry. Same. — She repeated, her face still embarrassed, but then surprising me, she stretched out her hand towards me. — Can we start again? Good afternoon, I'm Beatriz. I accepted the offered hand. — I'm Cecília, but you can call me Cissa. — I said, this time smiling and she reciprocated. After the initial exchange, I ended up getting tangled up in a conversation with Beatriz. I was always the book girl, so I didn't tend to make many friends. Unlike my sister, who gave our parents headaches since her early teens, I preferred spending time with the characters rather than with other people. But, unprecedentedly, with Bia it didn't take long for me to feel at ease and relaxed in a way I hadn't allowed myself to be with people other than my family for a long time. — I didn't know what to expect. — The brunette said after a while and I frowned. - Wait? — Yes. You are very discreet, you have worked here for years and you hardly talk to the other employees. Always have a book or Kindle in your hand. Then there was another vision of the boss's girl. I opened my mouth in surprise, my cheeks burning, but it was true. He wasn't very sociable at all. My problem was just the opposite: I was always daydreaming. I was very easily distracted and completely oblivious to my surroundings. After hesitating for a second or two, I finally managed to ask: — What does that mean? - Nothing else. Some people think you're stuck up and others think you're some kind of Doctor Oliver's lover. Which must make most women green with envy, by the way. — She said it, as if it were the most natural thing in the world and I stood there, a little shocked. - What? No! — I replied, dying of embarrassment and she smiled, looking a little embarrassed. Not that I didn't want to be his girl or lover, of course. I mean, I could be anything. - Sorry. I didn't mean to be rude, just too chatty, you know? I only needed a few minutes of conversation for you to consider me a gossiping and jealous bitch. — She shrugged, still a little embarrassed and I laughed a little, disarming myself, b