Unspoken words of love

“You never know how strong you are

until being strong is your only choice.”

Harassment and Disintegration

The day my life changed, I arrived at the usual time. When I entered the office, Patricia was filling her nails with a look of boredom at the reception. She always filed her nails. Her nails were perfect, neither short nor long, neither square nor round, perfect.

On more than one occasion, the bosses had called this unprofessional behavior to her attention.

“Patricia, please, can’t you see that looks unprofessional? What will clients think when they enter Bouvet and see you sitting there filing your nails? Andrés had recently scolded her.

never know how strong you are

until being strong is your only choice.”

“You never know how strong you are

until being strong is your only choice.”

The day my life changed, I arrived at the usual time. When I entered the office, Patricia was filling her nails with a look of boredom at the reception. She always filed her nails. Her nails were perfect, neither short nor long, neither square nor round, perfect.

On more than one occasion, the bosses had called this unprofessional behavior to her attention.

“Patricia, please, can’t you see that looks unprofessional? What will clients think when they enter Bouvet and see you sitting there filing your nails? Andrés had recently scolded

The day my life changed, I arrived at the usual time. When I entered the office, Patricia was filling her nails with a look of boredom at the reception. She always filed her nails. Her nails were perfect, neither short nor long, neither square nor round, perfect.

On more than one occasion, the bosses had called this unprofessional behavior to her attention.

“Patricia, please, can’t you see that looks unprofessional? What will clients think when they enter Bouvet and see you sitting there filing your nails? Andrés had recently scolded her. Andrés Jiménez, head of National Sales, is a good guy, although unbearably insecure. “I’m sorry, Mr. Jiménez, it won’t happen again,” Patricia replies.

Of all the Bouvet’s bosses, I was the only one who didn’t harass her about doing her nails. Poor thing, I often thought, how boring it must be to be doing the same thing day in and day out. “Bouvet & Bouvet, good morning. Yes, I’ll put you through.”

“In life, every ending is just the start of another story.”

I took a hot shower and ordered room service. But I couldn’t take a bite. I couldn’t get that unsettling morbid look out of my head.
Dinner was scheduled for seven-thirty. It was a formal black-tie event that was a tradition, so there was no escaping. I had to go. The dress I had brought for the occasion was a black Bouvet that left the shoulders exposed, and, although it was not short, it had a side slit that was very sexy.
Despite loving that dress, at that moment I would have given anything for a more modest dress to wear. I had no choice but to gather my courage, present a festive mood, and attend the event. I let my hair down to cover my shoulders. But the remedy was worse than the disease? Was I better off with the bun? I went with the bun.