Capítulo 8: 8
The squeak of the chair made me emerge from my thoughts, Matthew takes a seat, I notice his lost and a little confused look, the meeting starts when he takes a seat next to me.
He rests his hands on the round wooden table—So, what can we do so that our product is on the market and we have customers—asks the head of the company in a formal tone, directing his gaze at us looking for a coherent answer.
He unbuttons his jacket to have better accessibility —If it is a new product, the first thing we must do is know the market, and we can make alliances with associations — says Matthew, confident of himself.
I'm a little confused by your answer — And what's that for? —I ask, since I didn't understand any of this.
—That's what I'm going for, Julia.
He addresses me.
—Market research is collecting information about the competition which allows us to know the positioning of the company with its products, yes, see their prices, so that we can enter there and be successful with what we are going to launch—Matthew answers my question clarifying the doubts.
—So what we will do is investigate to see if the product will be successful — I turn to Matthew, hoping not to make a mistake because of how inexperienced I am in this area.
—Exactly Julia, and the alliances will be very useful, since they can work together, so that the product or the objective is achieved.
Matthew leans back in his chair as he settles in to continue explaining; and it continues to surprise me that he knows so much about the subject, it's as if he had worked on this all his life.
I continue writing on the white sheet some ideas that arise in my mind, they come to me in the form of a flash one after another.
I took the sheet in my hands and said point by point —We could do surveys, hand out brochures and do tests with clients; It depends on what your product is, of course — he emphasized in a low voice, waiting for approval of my ideas.
She takes a pen to write in her notebook and then looks up to see me. “I think your idea is good, Miss Brooks. Your father did a good job putting you in charge,” she smiles.
I sit up straight in my seat and see Matthew again, proud of what they just told me.
So that's it, see you here tomorrow,” Matthew exclaims, getting up from his seat.
—Very well, I'll wait for you tomorrow.
Without further ado we left that company, I look at the closed sky, my eyes became small at the shock that is hitting my face, my hair moves uncontrollably as I try to remove my hair from my face.
I'm somewhat happy, if I was screaming with joy inside, although I don't try to show it, I can't deny it, the simple fact of knowing that in the hotel I wouldn't have to sleep with Mr. Styles's anger makes me want to get there quickly, have a dip and then dial Mike or Jack to see how things are there, the truth is that I missed them too much and knowing that they were a couple filled me with joy and happiness.
I hear them shouting my name over and over again.
I look at my feet so I don't fall and go to the car. "What," I growl, tilting my brow.
“You're not going to come,” Matthew responds, inside the car.
I run a little so as not to waste time and get to the hotel very quickly, the streets shine radiant and very clean; I managed to see alleys with several restaurants, my nose can smell the food, with that I know that it is more than delicious, on the transcendental street where we are going there are too many trees, that made the city shine very elegant.
—For your first day it wasn't that bad—break the silence between the two.
—Thank you, I've actually learned a little about my father when I listen to him talk on the phone.
We arrived at the hotel, without a doubt, its façade was very refined, it was very elegant, its colors made it stand out too much.
A man stops in front of us so that Matthew can stop the car - Good afternoon, welcome to the Shangri La hotel - They allow us your car - says an employee -; I hope you enjoy your honeymoon.
I open my eyes wide at the comment without knowing what to respond. "He and I are not here for that," she commented, saddened by the situation.
Matthew and I got out of the van, taking out our suitcases, we walked in. This is magnificent! I said to myself as I walked around and saw his build from the inside, it seems like he had never traveled until now, everything is beautiful, the golden outlines looked very good on him, I barely set foot in the hotel and I am already fascinated by it.
He puts his hands in his pants pocket. “You like it,” Matthew says with a lopsided smile.
-Of course I love it.
We walk to the reception, there are three cubicles at the back of the entrance with their respective employees with their respective brown carpets, everyone is staring at the monitor doing their respective jobs, without further ado we approach a girl with black hair and tanned skin.
“How can I help you,” he says kindly, looking at us carefully.
“We have reservations,” Matthew inquires, with his charming smile.
—Can you give me their names.
“Julia Brooks and Matthew Wilson,” he whispers softly.
"Here it is, Matthew Wilson, a room for you and your companion Julia Brooks," he announces, repeating the information that the computer shows him.
"I thought we would have separate rooms, not together," he replied, making a gesture of displeasure, thinking that I would have the entire bed for myself.
"It's the only one I have left, he loves it," she asks anxiously, observing the people who are beginning to arrive.
I expected some response from Matthew but he just reached out and placed the key on his index finger.
—Your room is 510—he concludes.
Damn, I had to spend 3 weeks with Matthew, I take my suitcase and push it down the main hallway to the metal-colored elevator, the essence of the hotel is very refreshing and at the same time very exciting; I get lost in it and inhale it before we get in. We reach the hallway of our room
Matthew puts the silver card on the door and magically the gate opens, the room retains different very subtle sketches on the top, the walls assume a very low blue color like the sky, I sigh at how marvelous the room is, I walk further inside and see a black desk and a chair the same color as the walls, a balcony where the view of the Eiffel Tower can be seen perfectly, finally on my left side there is a sofa and a small table with a beautiful vase.
“This is beautiful,” I say, amazed.
“It's good that you like it,” Matthew says, standing next to me with his arms crossed. I love it.
I leave the suitcase in a corner, wishing I could get into the shower to relax. “Okay, I'll go take a bath,” I report without thinking.stripping myself of the heels.
Turn to see me to confirm what I just mentioned — Is this an invitation? - he asks in a mocking tone.
"It's not an invitation, I'm just informing you, and don't go into the bathroom for a while," he murmured, directing me to the bathroom.
"I was just joking, it was to see what you were saying and I might end up convincing you," he muses, shrugging his shoulders apologetically.
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