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When I got home I dropped on the couch, my head hurt a little all day today. I looked at my cell phone and realized that it was one in the afternoon. I had lost my morning classes for going to the job interview. I stood up and went to the kitchen, took the four pieces of pizza out of the fridge and put them in the oven. That would be my lunch.

After lunch I took a quick bath, put on worn pants, a short shirt and white sneakers. I tied my hair in a scruffy bun and left the house.

"America!" I heard a voice behind me. I turned around, just to make sure it was Tommy. "Hey, wait," when he got to me he gasped a little, he had run in the middle of the hallway. I forgot to mention that Tommy lived in the same building as me, in the apartment in the background.

"I'm in a hurry," I told him, going to the elevator.

"Agatha told me that you had a job interview," she said, following me. When we arrived at the elevator, we both went inside, I pressed the button on floor one and the doors closed.

That's right.

"I hope you do find something permanent this time." The bad thing is that it is in the Morgan company.

I looked at him frowning.

"What's wrong with it being there?"

"Well..." he scratched the back of his neck a little nervous... "I've heard things from the head of the place." Dalton Morgan. Be careful with him.

"But what do you mean?" I laughed nervously. Actually, I didn't understand Tommy's foolishness; I don't know if he said it out of jealousy or what.

"I've only heard things, especially from women..."

Then I realized it.

"Of course, as many of them have to go through you."

"It's not that, America, it's just that many women come close to me," he said with some self-centeredness. I rolled my eyes at that moment - And in meetings that's how things are said.

"Hey, if I happen to be accepted into the Morgan company, I'm going to work not to fuck my boss," I made it clear.

"The best thing that would happen to you is that they don't accept you," he whispered very low, perhaps he thought he wouldn't listen to it.

I opened the mouth of amazement, but then I closed it. I was urged to get to the living room.

"What if that were like that?" I bothered him. "what would happen if the boss wants to fuck me?" It's my life, after all.

Tommy in a quick move took me by my two hands and stamped me against the elevator. I looked at it badly. He had his countenance angry, he looked like someone else. Apparently he had been affected by what he had told him.

"Tommy, what's wrong with you?"

"I'm taking care of you, America, don't you understand?" I wouldn't like an asshole to take advantage of you. You are very innocent.

I shook my head because this boy was crazy.

"I can take care of myself, Tommy, now let me go," I made the threat of letting go of her grip, but it was useless. He was obviously stronger than me.

"You're stubborn, America, too much," Tommy let me go, at that moment the elevator doors opened. "I'm going to college, do you want me to take you?"

"No, thank you," I was the first to leave at a fast pace. I was already late to get to the last two classes. I left my building in search of a taxi.

•

When I got to college I went straight to my classroom, I almost got behind the teacher; so I sneaked behind her and looked for a chair near the door before she saw me. I had arrived on time.

"Good morning, please turn on your computers." Today we will see a bit of business. - Professor Maritza was always dressed in black. Today he came with black dress pants, a long sleeve shirt in black and black shoes as well. His hair was always combed in a small tail and bathed in gel.

I opened my computer and went online, looking for the website that the teacher had put on the blackboard. My mind traveled to what Tommy told me, it seemed stupid to me, but it also gave me some curiosity so I turned the page silently and on G****e I typed Dalton Morgan's name. Immediately I got a lot of pages with some news. But I went to the images. Dalton was a rather attractive man, the suits adhered perfectly to his body. He had a serious countenance, but at the same time it attracted attention. His hair was black, he wore it perfectly combed. I had several photos of him at an important event, with other important people, with super elegant women. Models looked like. It is obvious that Dalton Morgan is surrounded by beautiful women.

"America," the teacher's voice made me get out of my trance and I quickly went to the class page.

"Yes?"

"Repeat to me what I just said."

Shit, I have no idea what he said. I was silent, shrugging my shoulders.

"Can you tell me what you were looking at on your computer?" he approached. "The whole class wants to know."

"Nothing, I was looking at the page he put on the blackboard," I defended myself.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded.

The teacher took my computer, typed something to smile afterwards.

"Dalton Morgan," he read. "He is a successful man, very handsome and yes, he is too young to run a company as important as that." But Dalton is cunning, intelligent, he has made her grow in these four years in charge. After his father's death, of course.

I breathed a sigh of relief the moment she started talking about him and didn't scold me or ridicule me.

•

At the end of the class I went out in search of something quick to eat while the other class started. That would be in ten minutes.

"America!" I heard Agatha's voice behind me.

I turned to her.

"Agatha, where did you go?"

"I was with Peter all morning."

"Are you sure I'll be with him?" We both started walking to the cafeteria.

"Of course, so far he has been very nice to me."

"Whatever, Agatha, don't let me wrap you up with beautiful words." You are worth a lot to be giving yourself to people who don't value you. It is better to reserve yourself for a person who does.

"What if Peter is the right one?" he frowns. "I'm tired of being with one and the other, America, it's not life."

"Then stay alone for a while," I suggested, "like me."

"There are a lot of guys behind you, America, there's Tommy." It is one of the most coveted here.

"Just for the fact of having a band," I went around my eyes.

"And also because she's sexy."

I laughed a little.

When we arrived at the cafeteria, we both bought something quick to eat: a burger with lots of French fries. And a soda. We sat on a bench in the background to avoid the hustle and bustle of all the students.

"As I was telling you, you need to enjoy your life, America," his voice came down now. "You are twenty-two years old and you are still a Virgin."

"Shhh," I shut her up, making sure there was no one around me who could hear. "Shut up, those things are private."

"Well, but that's the truth." Don't you feel like it sometimes?

I rolled my eyes while I ate.

"No," I lied, it was obvious that yes, but I wouldn't tell you that. I could give myself pleasure without having to look for a man who only uses me. Maybe it sounds very cheesy but my first time was important and I wanted to enjoy it with a special person.

"I don't believe you," he said to me. "But it's okay, we'll leave this issue for peace because your face is red with shame."

I threw it into a potato because it was so dramatic.

•

"I'll see you at the exit."

I nodded to Agatha as she entered the other room to receive the last class. I knew that I had had the interview in that company today, but I was still constantly checking my cell phone to see if there was a message or a missed call. Something. But there was nothing. Just messages from my mother telling me to please visit her. I didn't want to be ashamed of not having something to keep with. In addition, if he did not apply for any job, he would have to accept Agatha's aunt's proposal and work with her in the bookstore. Maybe I'll negotiate and the salary will go up to forty dollars a day. Doing the math for the month would have maybe a thousand dollars. Of course, if the aunt is up to forty.

The teacher arrives and starts giving the class. I was Spanish and I was a little bored, but I had to make every effort to be able to understand. After all, I have months left to go out. I took out my notebook and a pencil ready to receive the class.