- My Headache
- My Headache
Franco
I am in my office reading some cases when there’s a knock on the door. I look up to see my secretary entering
“Sir, Mrs. Dorantes is here to see you.” I frown slightly. My godmother didn’t tell me she was coming. I stand up to straighten my suit. After all, she is a renowned designer and will likely notice my attire
“Let her in”
She leaves, and I remain standing waiting for the woman I hold so dear
“Franco, my boy. Thank you for seeing me. But I wanted to know what you thought of Amelia.”
My godmother has always been a part of my life, and I know she treats me like the son she never had, just as I see her as a second mother.
“What did I think of her in what sense? I sense there’s something behind her words.
“Well, I thought that perhaps, with the interaction between you two while her divorce is being settled, there might be an opportunity for you to get to know each other. She is a young woman, but very responsible and talented. Besides, you are very lonely. You need someone to keep you company. Ever since Annette died, you haven’t been with anyone. Your mother and I are worried you’ll stay single forever!
My godmother looks at me with pity. I don’t like that feeling. The death of my then-fiancée affected me so much that I had no intention of looking for someone else. But what my godmother doesn’t know is that I’ve been seeing a colleague. Maybe what I feel for her isn’t as deep as what I felt for my fiance, but it makes me feet accompanied.
“Godmother, I’m sorry to disappoint you, but right now I’m giving myself a chance with someone. Maybe in the future, our relationship will develop. For now, we are getting to know each other, so take that worry out of your head” I approach her and hug her. My mother and my godmother were my greatest comfort after losing Annette
“Well, it doesn’t matter anyway, because Amy told me you weren’t her type, so there’s no problem. And I’m very happy you’ve found someone.”
Wait, wait analyze what she just said. I’m not the redhead’s type? What does that little woman think of herself? I know for a fact that all the women in the building drool over me. And I don’t understand why it bothers me so much.
“I don’t care if I’m her type or not. She is just my client, and i will treat her as such. And as soon as I coordinate with the lawyer from the other side, I hope the husband isn’t one of those bastards who try to leave their partner with nothing, because he doesn’t know who he’s dealing with!
My godmother sighs. She knows I’m upset but probably doesn’t understand why, since I don’t even understand it myself.
“I was just passing by. 11l leave you to your work, and I hope to meet the girl you mentioned very soon, I’d be delighted to host you at my house
I take my godmother by the arm and accompany her to the door. When I close it, the only thing that comes to mind is that I’m not her type. Why am I not her type? I’m handsome, successful, and wealthy. Why am I not her type? Very annoyed, I return to my chair and dial the number for the lawyer of this Juan Luis Peña.
Aher two rings, someone answers on the other end of the line.
“Good afternoon, is this Attorney Enrique Flores?”
“Yes, speaking”
am the lawyer handling Mrs. Amelia Fuentes divorce. Mr. Peña mentioned that you are preparing the alimony proposal for Mrs. Fuentes. If you could see me today to review it and get the process started as soon as possible, it would be very beneficial. I get straight to the point
“Indeed, I have already spoken with Mr. Peris, and I just need to finalize the draft. If possible, we can meet tomorrow, as I have a commitment today.”
“Ainght, then, would ten o’clock tomorrow morning work?” The lawyer agrees, and the appointment is confirmed. After that, I hang up the call, but something comes to mind like a boomerang
I’m not her type? I’m Franco, also known as the shark. I’m very well–known and desired by women. Why am I not the redhead’s type? Maybe I’ll ask her.
The next day, I am on my way to my meeting with Attorney Flores. I did some research on him, and he has a good reputation, so I hope this process goes smoothly Attorney, this way, please.”
When the secretary announces me. I am immediately shown in. The man sitting in front of me looks at me with curiosity. “Please, have a seat
As soon as I do, Flores hands me a folder
This is the agreement my client asked me to draft. Everything stipulated here is in accordance with the law. I hope Mrs. Fuentes agrees so the process can proceed as soon as possible, as Mi Peña wishes to remarry”
leave.
I take the folder and open it. Well, well. So, the miserable husband is not only unfaithful but also stingy and despicable. “Very well, I will review if with my client and get back in touch with you. You will hear from me very soon! I get up, ready to “Before you go, I would like to remind you that Mr. Pea is a very wealthy person, unlike Mrs. Fuentes. Perhaps you should consider siding with the more achantageous party. Among lawyers, we should consider a win–win situation. If you are interested in hearing my proposal, I await your call.”
I stand up and nod without a word So, they want to play this way. Well, I love playing games. We’ll see who ends up victorious, As I walk towards my car I dial the redheads number tab
deigns to answer,
“Hello?” she answers cautiously. Did she not save my number?
a while for her to answer, and she eventually sends
me to voicemail. I try two more times until she finally
“Mrs. Fuentes, this is Attorney Robles. I am very interested in speaking with you. Do you think we could meet today? It’s important. The woman remains silent but eventually agrees.
“Alright, but it’s difficult for me during the day. Could it be later?” she asks with doubt in her voice.
“That’s fine. Perhaps we could have dinner, if that’s possible. One question. Did you not save my number in your phone? The girl remains silent for a moment, but eventually answers, and I can sense her embarrassment..
“Sorry, but no, I thought I had saved it, but I did. I just sent the message to your number. But I save it right now. If you have w
*p, we can communicate through that”
“Alright. I’ll send you the address of the place where I’ll be waiting for you at seven tonight.” She says goodbye, and I’m left wondering why the hell I invited her to dinner when we could have met in my office.
I think this woman might be my headache.
At night, I’m waiting for her at the place I sent her in the message. I’m getting impatient as she’s already half an hour late, even though she told me she was on her way an hour ago. But she’s going to hear it from me. I pick up my phone to call her, but at that moment, I look up at the door, and the sight of that woman coming towards me takes my breath away.
