Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (best color ereader TXT) 📖

“ Is everything alright?”

I have stayed in front of the monitor observing the blank spreadsheet where I have to adapt the commercial agenda to my own, however, my head has remained as smooth as the unfinished sheet in front of me.

There are so many things to put in order in my world that this is just an attempt to give that form to the complexity that invades me. I rack my brain thinking of an option that helps me understand what is going through Leonardo's head and my feelings, however, it is Lydia who is in charge of returning me to solid ground by knocking on the door after a few minutes after we concluded the meeting, where key issues have been agreed to predict the success of the company.

“Hey…Lydia.”

“ Excuse me, Iggi, I didn't want to bother you, it's just that I was worried.” Her voice clearly denotes concern for a labor situation that exposes all the precepts that could lead to thinking of a crisis on the part of those who are in charge of the company today. Before, everything seemed to be more than clear since the benefits fell on me as well as the negative effects, in the same way having to make decisions about the process to reach a valid conclusion that does not found the entrepreneurship.

Now I don't know for whom I do what I do, or why, it's as if my purpose has been contaminated by conflicts of interest.

"It's all right, Lydia. You can go to work. The workers will continue with their things starting tomorrow.”

"Thank you very much. Sorry, I didn't want to alarm you.”

“Sometimes I need that kind of stimulation to help me not fall asleep when the ravens are around.”

"Hmmm, well... By the way, there's something I wanted to tell you about. Yesterday it was already installed to start using the industrial machine.”

I look up quickly as if she's just given me some of the best news of the day. In fact, she just made my day with this information.

"Let's get that cutie up and running."

I stand up in search of the right path, she comes after me spouting absurd excuses:

"It wasn't to get rid of your things so quickly, I'm sorry."

"Oh, we both know how much we want to see these amazing engines running."

I get a smile from her. I like that we once again have an atmosphere of joy and enthusiasm for our work. I cannot allow things to continue to deteriorate as they have been happening up to now.

Already in the main room, I see that the computer is on and Lydia takes it upon herself to explain:

“ Yesterday the technician left everything working and suggested that we start it up today so we can test it. Ideally, it would have been yesterday, but you were so busy.”

Of course, I was busy, fucking one man and then sleeping with another. But that is not something we should discuss now.

"Okay," I tell her, checking the controls. I know how to handle one of these, in several courses that I took I learned about the process. “Oh, there's the linked company email account.”

“ Yes, I did it so they could program it.”

“ Good.”

I take out my phone and send a design to the company email. This is one I made recently. It's the mold for a wedding dress, a market I've always wanted to get into but never got around to it until now. A dress of those that are useful so that eroticism is not lost, the need to love the other person, so that the bride and groom can start their marriage with the greatest possible fire.

With the molds ready in the computer, I join them together from the system and take them out in three parts. The first involves the base of interiors with adjustments to the waist, lace in the sex part, garters, and the bra for the bust; then the second layer of formal fabrics, and finally the tulle.

Once it comes out, we both watch how the machine works in all its parts magnificently. It's just a matter of putting the layers together. I take the fabrics that come out clean, with perfect seams and Lydia does the same.

"I didn't know wedding dresses were part of the plans," she tells me.

"I didn't know either," I murmur. It's just a design that I wanted to try at the time and I had it saved until today.”

"Mr. Ferrari... is he good?"

“What?”

I stare at her, totally stunned by her question.

“I…” Lydia begins, “I've seen you very worried these days, Iggi. I really don't know very well if the appointment of the new CEO is benefiting us or if it is a problem. I just want to have you back with the same encouragement and inspiration as always. Then I see details like this and it seems to be good, but I don't know to what extent we can continue to trust him.”

The truth is that I also feel confused about the situation, but it is not something that I am in a position to assimilate out loud.

"Don't worry," I tell her, "it's just a process for our... company to finish adapting to the firm."

“And your heart?”