A fake girlfriend for the CEO

AUDREY

I have the best boss and the best job in the world. Although many people tell me that being a secretary is not a big deal in the world, for me it is.

My mother has been criticizing my job for years, and it's not because I value what I do less, she knows I'm good, but because she wanted me to get a higher position. But my father always supports me and gives me the strength I need to keep going.

My parents are the best, I've never complained about them, I adore them the way they are and even though Ronny is not my biological father, for me it's as if he is. He married my mother when I was eight years old, since then he is the only man I have kept in my life.

And is that he had known how to win my heart, just by loving and taking care of my mother, with that he already had my respect and my affection.

Like all my routine mornings, I get up as soon as my alarm goes off, I go straight to the bathroom and he cleaned me up. A few minutes later I go out and get dressed quickly.

Black skirt with knee-length piping, blue long-sleeved shirt with buttons, my little jacket that matches my garment below. I have a lot of office outfits to choose from, almost my entire wardrobe is full of it, which my best friend Nelly hates.

I finish my makeup and hair, a simple high ponytail is the perfect hairstyle to start the week. I leave my room and head to the kitchen, toasted some bread and while the water from the coffee maker heats up.

I don't even have time to sit down, I barely manage to take two bites of my toast and a sip of my coffee, when the doorbell rings.

I shake the crumbs off my bread as I walk to the door and open it.

"Don't tell me you're not ready yet," exclaims my Nelly as she enters my apartment.

"I am, I was just having a quick breakfast," i say, closing the door behind me.

"Bread and coffee, for God's sake, Audrey, what did I tell you about gluten and caffeine?

"I know, I know, gluten will make my butt bigger and caffeine will affect my sleeping hours, and that's not counting all the calories because of the sugar and the cream." I roll my eyes tired of the same argument, "it's only one cup of coffee, it's not like I'm going to lose sleep for a lifetime and I'm going to put on fifty kilos.

"You usually take it every morning and I know you also do it at night when you bring work home.

I sigh in exasperation.

"You are worse off than my mother." I reply. "Have you come for me or have you come to scold me?

"I will never stop doing it until you understand," she say. "Well, if you are ready we have to go, because we must first go through something that will serve us and nourish us.

Again, I sigh because I already know what that means. I take my jacket and my bag, and we leave my apartment.

We take twenty minutes to the cafeteria, which is two blocks from the company where we work. Nelly gives me my decaffeinated coffee without sugar and cream, and a whole grain cookie that doesn't look at all appetizing, but that I will have to eat if I want to survive before noon. I can't be rude either, I know she does it with good intention. So I accept my light breakfast with a half-forced smile.

My friend is obsessed with leading a fitness life, it's good, I know, but there's nothing wrong with eating a hamburger or a slice of pizza from time to time either. Although for her it is.

With my coffee in one hand and my cookie in the other, we walked towards the building. The guard at the entrance helps us by opening the glass door, as friendly as always.

I'll walk Nelly to her post. She is one of the receptionists on the ground floor, the central area of the entire building.

"I'll meet you at the cafeteria at one o'clock, or do you want us to go to Lord Breakfast?

Lord Breakfast is the closest restaurant we have at work, usually most of the employees here go to that place at their break time to eat, because it is the closest thing there is to eat properly.

"It's fine as you want.

Whatever he will choose, he was going to end up eating a salad in the end maybe a smoked fish fillet.