Almost two weeks into being here, and I can swear that this is the most peace I've ever experienced in a very long time. All I do is to take instructions from Nana Guadalupe all day, which mostly involves cooking.It's almost usually a very small meal for us and Javier. And then, on some afternoons, we prepare meals in large quantities for Javier's associates. Nana Guadalupe is the one who serves them, though. I doubt my legs would ever successfully take me to that side of the house. Not like I've tried or anything, but they are usually so many men trooping in and out of the house, I fear running into them, so I stay as far away from them as possible.Nana Guadalupe understands this and only asks for my help in setting the table when none of the men are present yet. Other than that, I've helped her once when it was just Javier and Carlos.I haven't had any personal encounters with Javier since he saved me from being raped at the cottage and the brief almost encounter in the hallway. I
I have two laptops positioned on my desk before me. Both are powered on and are being in use. While I use one laptop to draft a coded filled email containing different routes to the team in charge of transporting my drugs, the second laptop displays the faces of two of my corporate standby team, arguing about what properties should be tagged for sale when my potential client for the day joins our zoom meeting in a few minutes.“Oh please.” Zachary's voice comes on. I'm not looking at the screen, but I can probably imagine him rolling his eyes. “Tell him, boss. The properties down south don't even sell at this time of the year.” “Zachary, I promise you that no one cares. Our client is a billionaire. If that's what he wants, then that's what he gets.” Laden says.“Why don't we just present any of the recently bought ones. We could rebuild it and sell it. I think it'll fit someone of his status.” Now it's my turn to comment. “That is entirely up to Mr Harris. If it's well within his bu
I've had embarrassing experiences. A ton of them. But someway somehow, last week's incident made the other experiences seem like a child's play. I don't know what was more embarrassing; walking into Javier's office without the confidence to state my request properly or the fact that he totally shunned me.Carlos hijacking me back to my room was definitely the least of my expectations. I thought and had set my mind to being whipped for making such an unruly demand. Getting shot at was also an expectation. If only the floor could open up and swallow me. What the hell was I even thinking, going to ask for my freedom. But that's just it. I wasn't thinking at all. If I was, I wouldn't have subjected myself to such embarrassment.I've been less busy throughout the morning that I decided to catch up on my drawings. I have my third art of the day sitting on my desk as I compare them with the ones I drew a very long time ago when my dad was still alive. I've come a long way and made so much
The following day has to be the busiest I've ever been since I got here. The errands Nana Guadalupe had to run yesterday were in preparation for today's family dinner Javier is hosting. She said they had it occasionally, and since Javier's the head, it's only right that he hosts it. So far, Camila and Daniel are the only ones who have arrived. Daniel and Javier are doing some work in the sitting room upstairs, while Camila takes a nap in one of the rooms and is also upstairs.Nana Guadalupe and I are already done preparing dinner. It's been hectic having prepared food for at least four picky eaters and the other guests, but I also find it fulfilling learning new recipes. I was only ever restricted to a few back at home. “Alright, that should be all for now. Help me take this to the dining room. Be careful so you don't fall.” Nana Guadalupe points to the chicken casserole dish on the table.Grabbing it carefully with a kitchen towel so it doesn't burn my hand, I lift and head for the
My uncle has to be the proudest man I've ever known, and that's saying a lot, considering I've worked with so many men of his status. No one else comes close for sure. I'm seated at one end of the table while he occupies the other end. As we eat, we all listen to him brag to Alejandro, Sofia's father, about his newly bought villa in the Hamptons. What he doesn't mention is that I was the one who gave it to him as a gift since he wanted a retirement gift to add to his collections. It's okay, though.“So…” Camila draws my attention from Uncle Juan's bragging session. “It's been ages since we last saw, Javi. How have you been?”I laugh at my little sister. “Since when did two weeks turn to ages, Cam?”“Still… two weeks is a long time. I've missed you.” She reaches for my hand, and I take it in mine, giving it a squeeze. She's sitting to my right, so it's not hard to maintain conversation without interrupting my Uncle's talk.“I've missed you too.”“So…” I look at her sly expression as s
“Do you need anything?” This has to be the first time in a long time since I was last asked this question. No one at home ever asked, including Oliver. It was me who only ever gave. Hearing Camila's questions directed at me, along with the concern etched on her face, is heartwarming. It reminds me of last night when Javier and Nana Guadalupe came to check in on me. I knew Nana would come, but finding Javier outside of my room was very shocking. I didn't think he cared. And to think I ran out to get the door with nothing beneath my dress. I only became more overwhelmed when Nana joined him and began fussing about me. It was more than I could imagine. More than I'd ever received since the death of my father. “No, I'm okay.” “I'm serious, Elsa.” “I really am fine.” I smile at Camila. While Nana acts motherly. Camila acts like an older sister. It's beautiful to watch, and knowing that these emotions are directed at me makes me feel really good on the inside. “If you do need anythin
“I had different routes sent. What do you mean my drugs were hijacked?” I ask Carlos, leaning back in my seat. In as much as it has been a productive three days, it has also been stressful. I had to leave for China to finalize a pending deal with the president. On my way back, Carlos called saying that one of the routes I spent hours navigating to find wasn't safe. We were ambushed, my men were killed, and the drugs were stolen. Those were eight figures worth of drugs being transported to New york. Unfortunately for the fuckers responsible for the theft, all my trucks have trackers installed in them. It won't be long before I find the people responsible.“The team is tracking the truck as we speak. The others were delivered safely.” “While that's good to hear it doesn't change the fact that we might have a mole in here. How did they get information on that particular route?” His eyes runs down my laptops and I know he thinks I've been hacked. I know I haven't. “The firewalls were in
I've come to realize that the more time I spend around Javier, whether alone or in the midst of company, my little brain gets fogged up and sends the wrong signal to… my heart. It even feels off saying it and I know why. It's because I shouldn't feel this way towards my captor. Yes he's impossibly attractive and what I think a man should be like but that's just about it. I don't even know him well enough like that. I might not have been the one to offend him to be taken as collateral but it doesn't change the fact that I'm still his captive either way. I'm not about to admit that I might be having Stockholm Syndrome but if I'm checked well, that's the exact name to call what I've been feeling no matter how much I don't want to. How else do I explain the weird thudding in my chest each time I hear Javier's voice even from afar? There's no mistaking that feeling for fear, because it's not.But It isn't right. By all ramifications, the man is possibly even betrothed to Sofia. Why else w