CEO's proposal

any censorship in the voice. - Ah, but now I'm committed, right? - He returned, trying hard to look serious. - It was... I mean, the call I just got. - She began, looking nervous. - I'm sorry,

the presidency of the group, leaving the way clear for his brother, since he was involved in a relationship. apparently serious. He needed to reverse the situation, find a girlfriend who wouldn't bother him, leaving him free to work, exercising his right to be a workaholic without pressuring him, framing him, annoying him or ending the relationship. He no longer even remembered when he dumped a woman. What happened was that he forgot about their existence, it seemed strange to think that a man could forget that he had a girlfriend, but that was exactly what happened to him. He spent more time on the farm and traveling, leading meetings and conferences, giving talks and interviews. He had practically no personal life for years. Women were a detail, an accessory to take to ceremonies, as well as to vent their sexual needs. He eventually fell in love, he wasn't a guy with emotional problems and hell, he had feelings, he wasn't raised in a dysfunctional home. It just happened that, even in love, he didn't lose control of his feelings. He knew, for example, that passion was nothing more than a chemical change in the brain with a limited shelf life. And his life was much bigger than a mere hormone. Chapter 2 Pedro took a shower and shaved. He wore a dress shirt and dark jeans. He smoothed his light brown hair with his fingers as he walked down the stairs towards the dining room. He ignored the new decor, the dark, heavy furniture, the draped curtains, the antiques acquired by his parents on trips to Cairo, Dubai, and Athens. The mansion was filled with furniture and expensive objects. Two floors of luxury and ostentation, but also solidity. They had been rich for a long time, even before he was born, a fortune that grew year after year based on the pioneering work of the first Alacrán generation in the Midwest. His mother welcomed him in the middle of the room, with a smile on her face stretched by two plastic surgeries. His hair was brown, his makeup was impeccable, his clothes were discreet. He was wearing a beige skirt and blouse set, which matched the low-heeled shoes. Pedro inherited his