The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 3

Donovan Bristol

-Can you stop touching my books? -I anxiously drum my fingers on my desk while Alexandro touches my things, leaving them in disarray. I don't know when I will accept this guy coming to my apartment. "Relax," I roll my eyes and stand up to take the book from him which I put back in its place. "I get bored when I'm here," he throws himself onto the couch and puts his feet up on the glass table. A nervous twitch reaches my left eye.

-Alexandro What are you doing in my apartment? -I peck my right foot at the carpeted floor trying to maintain my composure.

-I just want to go out with my best friend to a bar, take him out to enjoy a wonderful night with a girl... Are you into men?

"No, I'm not into men and I don't want to go out to a bar either," she took a seat in front of him, trying to see his next move.

"God, Donovan, he's always here or at your company, I have no idea what I can do to get you to go out with me one day. Since what happened with..." "Please

Alexandro, don't mention it," I look at him hurt as he walks by. A hand through his hair, he sighs and stands up.

-Okay... I'm leaving, but remember that I'm here when you need to talk to someone.

"Thank you," is all I say and then walk him to the door and say goodbye.

I pass my hand over my face, clearing my stormy memories for several seconds, I walk to the kitchen where I am in charge of preparing my dinner and then washing the dishes. I go up to my room to enter my bathroom so I can take a quick shower and go to bed, but not before taking a pill to fall asleep for several hours.

(...)

The insistent ringing of my phone causes me to emerge from my pill-induced sleep, sleepily groping around the small nightstand until I replace the device. Without reading the caller ID I answer:

-Who?

-Mr. Bristol, I have very bad news for you-that makes me alert. -What's going on?

-Her secretary, Miss Thomson, suffered an accident and is in a coma. "Poor girl" I think.

-I understand, does your family already know?

"They're on their way," I nod and then remember he can't see me.

"I understand, keep me informed and Miss Thomson has good insurance from the company so her parents won't have to worry about clinical expenses," she informed him.

"Perfect, I'm sorry for calling you at this time," I say goodbye and hang up, sighing looking at the ceiling since now I will have to replace a replacement for Emily. I look at the screen of my phone to see the time and it's already five in the morning, I know I'm not going to go back to sleep unless I take one of the pills and if I do I'll wake up late, I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom to wash. my face.

When I finished I shuffled to the kitchen where I grabbed a bowl, chopped several strawberries and poured them into it and then took out a box of cereal and also a yogurt. It is a somewhat nutritious breakfast, I am not a gym lover and I prefer a McDonald's to a piece of red meat, strange but that's how I am, I eat what I prepare while I look at the notifications where I have messages from my mother saying that there are important things to discuss, I roll my eyes, since the only important thing for her is to have surgery and fill her cheekbones with Botox. When I finish, I wash the container to go to the balcony where I take out a mat so I can do a little yoga before taking a shower.

Yoga is something I decided to learn to keep myself calm, and also to not get bored at home. When you work a lot you need something to relax, whether it's s*x, boxing, driving sports cars.

ivos, etc. Things that you think satisfy you and fill that void you have inside. At the end of my routine I pick up and tidy the place to return to my room, I walk to the bathroom where I undress and notice that I have to call Lucas to fix my hair and my beard. I regulate the water to a warmer and not so cold one to enter under the shower, I wash my body until I feel clean and then I go out wrapping a towel on my hip, I go to the closet that automatically turns on the lights showing me the great variety of suits that I own from different important designers, I decide on an electric blue one and a tie of the same color while I choose a white shirt, I look at the Rolex brand watches that I own and try to decide which one matches my outfit.

After a short internal debate I choose a white gold one with a blue design on the inside, a gift from my mother who has a good taste for expensive things and I think that was her genetic inheritance towards me. I look at my two favorite perfumes: CH Men Privé by Carolina Herrera and Acqua di Giò by Armani.

They are the ones I always buy and it is because I feel characterized by them, this time the decision is easy and I made the Armani one, since the day is a little gray. I quickly get dressed with what I have chosen to proceed to fix my hair, I apply gel and comb my hair all back, it's not a big deal but I like to be presentable, I pick up what I have left disorganized and then go down to the room where I took the keys. my black Bugatti Divo, I walk out of the Penthuose to the elevator to go down to the underground garage where I replace two tenants arguing, I roll my eyes, since I don't know why Alexandro decided to bring people to live in the tower, I hurry to my car and get in To this, I put on classical music and it is time to start a new work day that includes first-hand: looking for a secretary. (...)

-Good morning, Mr. Bristol-I take a look at the stranger who hits me with her perfume when I get out of the company elevator upon arriving at my floor, although looking at her better, her face seems familiar to me. -And you are? -I question when I get tired of making memories to remember her.

-I'm Esther, Mr. Bianchini's secretary, -oh no wonder you sound familiar.

-The one where she was giving Alexandro oral? -His face turns red and I make a face because sometimes I tend to be very direct and not very sarcastic-What does Alexandro want?

"Nothing, she sent me to help him because of Diana," she murmurs and I nod. I have a list of possible candidates to choose her new executive secretary-no wonder Alex hasn't gotten rid of her, she's very efficient. -I understand, do you already have appointments scheduled? -I enter my office being followed by her, I walk to my chair and open my computer.

-In her email she has all the possible candidates, I made sure that they are efficient and with a profile of what I assume from her former secretary she is looking for.

-How many are they exactly? -I look at her with curiosity.

"Before there were two hundred candidates but I reduced the list to twelve, I hope you don't mind," I raise my eyebrows in surprise. -Two hundred?

-Yes, Mr. Bristol, it's not for nothing and I apologize, but who in the f*****g life wouldn't want to work alongside the most successful businessman on the American continent? She-she seems very euphoric when she says that. -Well, who is the first on the list? -He types on her iPad and points to my computer where the name Rossetta Duran appears, I touch her name and I get her resume in which the languages she speaks stand out, I hope it is true. -Let's start.