Chapter 7 Mr President

• Chapter 7
• Mr. President
• Narrated by Amy
• I leave the meeting room irritated and in a hurry, I want to get to my office as soon as possible.
• I hear Matt call out to me, but I don't even look back, I quicken my pace and walk into my office and lock the door behind me. I lean my back against the door and close my eyes.
• God in heaven, what madness is this?
• But is my father crazy? How did he set up all this without me knowing, not even suspecting anything? He can only be senile.
• But on second thought, it was to be expected something like that, the Harrisons are partners in the company, a small portion, but still partners.
• I sit on the small ivory leather sofa and think about how I'm going to get to work directly with that arrogant Alexander, who I'm promised to him on top of that.
• Amy: - God - I say it out loud - what am I going to do?
• He almost never took his eyes off me, he looked like a predator about to pounce on his prey. asshole.
• This is going to be difficult, very difficult.
• I'm so lost in my thoughts that I get scared when there's a knock on my door.
• Amy: - Yes! - I answer nervously.
• -Miss Amy! - is my secretary, who is clearly intrigued as to why I have my office door locked.
• I breathe a sigh of relief and hurry to open the locked door.
• Amy: - Sorry Caroline, I locked the door without realizing it, I'm really distracted - I laugh trying to be carefree.
• Caroline: -It's okay Miss Amy-she enters while I sit in my chair-I bring the contracts here to sign as she asked me-she says.
• Amy: - Oh yes, leave it on the desk and I'll take care of that.
• Caroline: -The President asked to speak with you - he informs me, placing the contracts in a corner of my table.
• I grimace.
• Amy: -Um, I was waiting - I say quietly.
• Caroline: - Sorry, miss? - Caroline asks looking at me.
• Amy: - Nothing, nothing - I hasten to say - tell the President that I'll stop by his office please.
• Caroline: -I'll let you know. With your permission.
• He leaves the room, slowly closing the door.
• I lean back, haven't spoken to my dad in two days after he talked about that ridiculous contract.
• He hadn't even bothered to look up to me to see how I was, how I felt, after talking about that stupid contract.
• He doesn't even look like the father I know, always so kind to me and now he's dizzy, that's right.
• I don't like going to his office at all, I know well what's coming from there and I also know well that I'm not going to like what he's going to tell me. Rays.
• Groom…
• Narrated by Amy
• Amy: -Good morning Sally - I greet my father's secretary - the President asked to call me.
• Sally laughs, has worked here for many years, since I was little. She remembers me, there, running through the halls of the company.
• Sally: -Good morning Amy, how are you! - greet me
• Amy: -I've been better - I get close to Sally and speak softly - is he in a bad mood?! - I ask.
• Sally: -No, he's happy with the new Director - she laughs.
• I roll my eyes.
• Amy: -Heavens it seems that God has arrived on earth - I say upset.
• Sally laughs.
• Sally: -God I don't know, but that he looks like an angel there is.
• I look at Sally and frown.
• Amy: -I don't know what they see in that idiot - I say quietly.
• Sally: -What did you say? - she asks amused.
• Amy: -Nothing - I sigh.
• Everyone likes that fool, but that's because they don't know he's a very rude lunatic.
• Sally picks up the phone, and informs my dad that I'm there.
• Sally: -You can come in - he says.
• I sigh, knock on the door and enter.
• My father is sitting at his desk, as soon as I come in he leaves the computer and looks at me.
• Amy: -You asked to call me Mr. President - I say ironically.
• George: -Stop your formalities-she says as she gets up-we're alone.
• I don't answer, I don't feel like being here at all, I already know this conversation is going to go to shit.
• George: -Sit here - points to the sofa that is next to me, I sit down and he sits on the sofa in front.
• George: -Would you like the tea you like? - he asks.
• Amy: -No, what do you want to talk to me about! - I ask dryly and wanting to get this done - I have a lot to do.
• My father looks closely at me, he knows very well that I am angry with him.
• George: -Well, as you can see, you're going to work directly with your fiancé and...
• Amy: -HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND! I say aloud, as if he's insulted me.
• George: -Amy, whether you like it or not, Alexander Harrison is indeed your fiancé, and that's not going to change. You know the rules, you know the tradition - he says relentlessly.
• I get up in one jump.
• Amy: -What a tradition, what rules father, please, what century do you live in!! I ask in exasperation.
• George: -I don't care about the century?! - He says as he gets up too - I'm interested in our family traditions, our customs that come from centuries ago and we can't break them, we'll be cursed.
• Amy: -Oh father, what a stupidity, cursed why, by whom???
• George: - In all generations there are always those who rebel, just like you, and you know what always happens to those who do?? They don't make it to 30 years old. Amy, you are my most precious possession and I don't want to lose you for the world. Alexander is an excellent catch, come…
• Amy: -I DON'T WANT TO KNOW - I scream.
• I'm trying to compose myself, I'm losing my posture and I don't want to do this in our workplace.
• Deep breath.
• Amy: -I have to live with that idiot, after all, as of today, he's my co-worker and I'm going to have to work directly with him - I sigh tiredly - so Dad, if you don't have anything else to talk to me about work, I really need to go to work, I have a lot to do.
• My father nodded.
• George: -Okay Amy, but let's talk about it again - he says, making it very clear that the conversation is not over yet.
• Amy: "I know you do," I say sharply and leave, slamming the door harder than necessary.