The Millionaire Saint
Chapter 4

Dayana Berlusconi

I open my eyes when I feel someone between my legs, I moan and immediately put my hand up to his hair so he can continue with what he is doing. In a matter of a second I reach my o****m, I sigh and watch the dark-skinned boy put on the condom but at that moment I remember that I have a work appointment.

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"No," I push him while he frowns, looking at me wondering why I stopped him, "I have to go," I get out of bed to look for my clothes and see my torn panties lying on one side. "Lucky, I always have one on me." bag>>

-Are you seriously thinking of leaving me like this? -He questions, pointing to his erection, sighing.

-The interview is more important than an o****m-I would never let this date that cost me so much to get go to waste for a f**k, I quickly change my clothes and look at the boy whose name, if I don't remember correctly, is Maicol.

"You didn't give me your number," he puts his arm behind his head. "And I won't give it to you either," I think.

"It was nice meeting you," I wink at him as I grab my bag and leave his apartment. In the elevator I call a taxi after verifying that I still have two hours to get to the interview.

So I will have time to get to my apartment, shower and change clothes. After several minutes of driving, the taxi driver stops in front of where I live, I pay and get out of the car to enter the building. I look at the sign on the elevator that says out of service, I roll my eyes since it has become very common for it to always be damaged, it saves me that I am on the second floor.

-Dayana, good morning, -my handsome neighbor Charlie.

-How is the most coveted single dad in the building? -I look at him with a radiant smile when he blushes.

-Very exhausted, Arturo doesn't let me sleep well.

Arturo is his little son.

I grimace to see the child sleeping in his arms, that is one of the best contraceptive methods that can exist: seeing other parents fight with their children.

"And he looks so well behaved," I say, causing him to laugh.

"Enough," we say goodbye as he goes to work, leaving little Arturo in the care of a boy who lives on the floor below. I enter my sweet home and I don't give myself time to look at anything because I will be late to go to my interview, I walk to my room and go to the closet where I took a white pencil skirt and a black long-sleeved blouse.

For footwear, she opted for black heels to match the top. Having all this, I went to the bathroom where I took a quick shower and then I dressed with what I had chosen, my blonde hair was wavy, I only tied it in a ponytail to look more elegant.

On my face I put foundation, powder, mascara and a lip gloss on my lips to revitalize their pink color, I smiled at my reflection and when I looked at the time that smile disappeared.

"Damn," I get up from the chair as if it had nails embedded in it to run to my bag, he took the folder with my information and quickly sprayed perfume, getting a little in my eye "Great" I leave the room and in the kitchen I grab a apple from the fruit bowl and thus be able to leave the apartment.

In the elevator I ask for a taxi to get to the company hoping not to miss my appointment to be an executive secretary at Industrias Bristol Imports, they are the best importers of automotive parts and according to rumors they may soon import airplane parts, becoming more powerful in the area..

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-Good morning, how can we help you? -Questions the young man at the reception, shaking me from my impression of the elegant place that the company ruins.

"I have an appointment scheduled in two minutes," he replied with a small smile.

"Allow me your

identification document," I pass it to him and he returns it to me with a visitor's pass. -Go to the elevator and press the penultimate floor. "Good luck," he mutters the last bit.

<> I think.

When I'm getting to the elevator a beautiful boy comes to it, smiles at me and has a nice smile. I look at the man in a suit fitted to his body and the impressive thing is his green eyes that seem to want to swallow me whole.

-Where are you going? -Her voice is hoarse and deep, giving an extra point to her beauty.

"To the penultimate floor," I respond, giving him a smile that he returns.

-Up... Good luck with Mr. Bristol," she comments. "Thanks, I guess...

""If they hire you, you owe me a way out," he winks at me and I shake my head before the doors of the metal box close, which immediately starts moving to the floor I'm going to and I thank my guardian angel that this She didn't stop anywhere, she sighed to leave with a firm step, being greeted by a young girl.

-Are you Dayana Berlusconi? -She questions and I nod doubtfully, "You're four minutes late, Mr. Bristol hates tardiness," she says and motions for me to follow her to the marble door. "Stay here," he enters the office and after several minutes he leaves, "Good luck," I nod since I have nothing to say and if I say something I would only tell him to go to the psychologist because of his bipolarity.

Being inside I observe how orderly the office is. This is sure to be from a man in his fifties, I think I should have investigated who manages the company, since the last news I had was that the CEO died of cancer.

-Have I finished inspecting my workplace? -I get scared when I hear that imposing voice. I put my hand up to my chest and turn to look at the desk where a boy is looking at his computer and typing on it. As I remain silent he looks up from him to me and I can see his eyebrows furrow. "Miss..." she looks at his tablet, "Berlusconi, are you okay?" -He questions.

"Yes, excuse me, Mr. Bristol," I say quickly, trying not to get stuck. He points to the chair in front of his desk and obediently walks over to it, and he takes a seat.

"You are a very prepared woman, Miss Berlusconi, but at the same time you are irresponsible," I raise my eyebrows.

"It was only four minutes," I remind him, and he intertwines his fingers on the desk while he looks at me expressionlessly.

-Do you know how much I earn per minute? -I deny, "It's better that I don't know the answer, since I do apply the 'Time is money' thing," he announces.

"Sorry for the delay," I mutter since there is no other choice.

"Your interview is over," I open my eyes in surprise and I can't believe that because I'm late he won't give me the job.

-Oh really? -I question discouraged and he nods, "Fluch," I curse in German and get up from the chair, "Thank you for the opportunity," I feel a horrible urge to cry, I can't believe I failed to get the f*****g job, I leave the room. office replaceing the girl who greeted me and I pass by her to go directly to the elevator, I go up and mark the floor where the reception is.

-Hey! I turn around replaceing the boy from earlier, -What happened? -Question.

-Mr. Bristol is a f*****g a*****e, can you believe he didn't hire me for being late? -I question as I walk and he follows me.

"I'm very sorry and I wanted to go out and have a little time with you," she passed a hand through his, she smiled.

"Maybe we can go out and celebrate my failure," he says mockingly as he laughs.

-Then at four? -She looks at me cockily.

"At six," I suggest and he nods, we'll exchange numbers and at least I'll get something good out of this visit to the company: a f**k.