Capítulo 4: 4

I look at myself in the mirror and see my messy hair, I really look disastrous, I sigh, forming a high ponytail, while I twist the hair tie several times in my hair, I carefully observe my wardrobe, I am undecided, despite having enough clothes, I can't find the right one for the present day.

I see the time so without further ado I grab the first thing on top and grab my black patent leather high heels.

The jeans are a little baggy on my legs, it's as if I've lost several kilos, without further ado I'm getting ready to go to school. I go out to Frongnal Way, London, there are few people waiting for the school bus, I think this one If so, I should ask my dad to buy me a car, even if it isn't the latest model. I would only use it to get to school from time to time. I'm late and I'm not immune to the fact that the inspector won't let me in.

I look at the streets while my mind goes back to thinking about Mr. Wilson, it makes me feel a mess inside, I should calm my thoughts if I want to carry the party in peace with him. As I stood in front of Royal Holloway Academy, I felt a sense of peace at not seeing his car, it calms me to know that for a moment I won't be seeing his beautiful face.

I climb the main stairs which have a unique touch that makes the academy look radiant, it was repugnant to do so, my propensities indicate that I turn to look down, I did not intend to listen to my instinct, usually I constantly see events that I do not want to see , but at the same time I found out many things, they have an unoccupied space, but you can see something from time to time, some teachers kissing, nothing out of the ordinary.

I look at that place, I can see Jack and Mike kissing, I remain in shock for a few seconds thinking about the matter, not because they are gay but because they did not have the confidence to tell me, since they never gave any indication of anything, I raise my eyes. last few steps and I head to the first room that is located in the corner.

"What are these arriving hours?" the professor asks, approaching me, raising one of his eyebrows.

I am stunned by his scolding - Sorry, there was a lot of traffic and the school bus was late in arriving - I murmur, hoping that he will let me go to his class.

-The director is waiting for you.

I stand up straight, without saying more I turn my back on him to go to the office.

At that moment I feel a peace inside me for not taking the exams, then I remember what actually awaits me: it will be more difficult than a simple exam to govern a company and even more so when it has so many Alliances, projects, etc.

I'm afraid of failing, usually, for my parents I always had to be the daughter who never failed, the one who passed all the subjects with good grades and when my grades dropped my mom always got angry and ended up not speaking to me for days.

Upon arriving at the director's office, I look at his secretary and manage to visualize Matthew with him. My breath caught even though I couldn't distinguish exactly what Matthew provokes in me, lust, desire or physical attraction.

He runs his thumb and index finger through his mustache. "Miss, go ahead," the director says, breaking me out of my thoughts.

He turns his face surprised to see me there. “Julia,” Matthew mumbled, touching his chin.

I don't turn to look at him, I maintain my posture, hoping that he doesn't notice that I have become a little worried by his presence, I put my hands in front of me, intertwining them. "How can I help you?" he asked, directing my gaze to the director.

She puts her hands behind her - I just called her to wish her luck, Mr. Styles has told me what he is going to do in these months that he will not be present at school, I hope to see her here soon - she requests.

I give him a half smile -Of course, it will be a pleasure to return to this school.

"Well, we have to go," Matthew interrupts, taking two steps back without turning his back on the director, he shakes hands with him and we leave there.

We immediately left that elegant office and headed to Matthew's vehicle.

This time it was a different type of car, the color is white, an Audi 10, and this man, how many cars does he have, I think as he takes out his keys and with his big finger he squeezes them so that the locks are automatically released, he leaves the passenger side and Like a gentleman, he opens the door for me to enter. Once inside, I smell the smell of a new car. That smell enchants me.

I turn my face to see him from the front. "Then what are we going to do, Mr. Wilson," I say, once he was starting the car.

He pulls his tie a little, passing saliva in a quick, fluid gulp. "His father is expecting us in an hour, we must hurry because he will make a statement."

-Well then, let's not waste time, there are things to do- I hit my thighs, twisting my mouth, imagining that perhaps it was going to be some provocative insinuation.

The traffic slows down a little, Matthew presses the pedal and I stare in shock at him, feeling how the car runs across the shopping center. The road was very uncomfortable, I wanted to break the ice, bringing up the subject of his Audi 10 and It was great that he was running, but his gaze was so immersed in the road that he couldn't do it.

When I arrive at my father's company I can see that it looks different from how I remembered it, a building with more than 10 floors and with matte glass, it is beautiful, "BROOKS" is what stands out at the top in very refined cursive letters with a dark gray color, without a doubt my father has done a fantastic job with the organization, I breathe deeply, I don't want anyone to notice it, but I am nervous, my legs are shaking and my hands are sweating a little, I thought I would faint, I gain strength, no so much for the company, it was time to show everyone why I am here and not let dad down.

He opens the passenger door, stretching out his hand. "Are you ready?" he asks, with a crooked smile.

I sigh while I'm outside-Well, I can't turn back anymore, it's time to get out of my comfort zone.

I climb the stainless steel stairs to position myself at the entrance, Matthew takes my hand and with his left hand he prepares to open the crystalline door.

Inside it is beautiful, white walls and a marble floor, all the employees are working and others are walking through the hallways with some papers in their hands, the women are wearing a navy uniform while the men are wearing their black suits, looking elegant.

The girl does a head-to-toe scan, pulling out a visitor's badge - look, she's probably his new girlfriend - comments a brown-haired employee.

I open my eyes wide, searching for the words to answer, taking the white badge.

-More respect, miss, she is your boss's daughter -his voice sounds harsh, he frowns, taking what he gave me.

Without a doubt, that employee will be in trouble, I wouldn't even want to be in her shoes, at this moment, each and every one of the employees turns to look at me. Inside I scream to get into the elevator and get those looks away from me.

When we found ourselves inside the elevator, the silence between Matthew and I was more uncomfortable than when someone prevents a wedding.

I stand on my toes and let myself fall with my heel slowly without making a sound -So he brings his girlfriend here- my words come out of nowhere.

Without turning to look at me, he answers, "Yes, he comes from time to time," he murmurs.

My gaze continues downward. "Great, now I know how you work," I say in a confident tone.

"Just because I bring my girlfriend doesn't mean that I don't do my job, on the contrary I'm very compliant and I'm very dedicated," he stammers without making any gesture on his face.

We leave the elevator and head to the office at the end, Matthew looks for my hand to clasp it, but I don't let him do it, I cross my arms and keep them that way until we get to the office with my father.

My father stands out more than those who are there, without a doubt his bearing is better than that of the others, with his gray suit and his striped shirt with the sleeves folded up to the elbows; I feel someone place their hand on my shoulder and I immediately turn to see who it is.

Touch my shoulder. "Julia, is that you?" asks a man my father's age.

I look over my shoulder - Yes, who are you? -She asked confused.

He positions himself to the side to observe him better - Don't you remember my opinion, he puts his hand on his chin - come and give Uncle John a hug.

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