- Well, I guess I inherited the same gift. If you want, I can draw you sometime.
- Really? - she says, with excitement.
- Of course you'll have to be naked, like Kate Winslet on Titanic.
Brooke rolls his eyes, but he has a laugh.
- I'll think about your case, Picasso.
I release a laugh because of the irony of your words and fix the collar of my jacket. He was dressed in an elegant Hugo Boss suit and barely looked like the young graduate in philosophy. I tried at all costs to get used to the routine of a young businessman, so I came every other day to learn about people and work.
Initially, our company only did export work, but when I took over the command of the company, I decided to expand to the import sector as well. We had strict rules and nothing left the port without thorough inspection and customs clearance. Some time ago, at a party, I met a young man named Adam Thatcher. He was the son of a successful businessman, owner of one of the largest construction companies in the country. They were masters at designing and building resorts, but were trying to expand the business into other buildings. When he said he wanted to build a shipyard, because buying ships was becoming expensive, he soon had the idea of joining the project. After a month of talking to Adam, we got professionals to help with the project and signed an agreement. The works were scheduled to begin within a few months. Of course, with my mother's full backing...
Brooke whistles as he walks the black marble floor. The details were golden with plaques welcoming staff and visitors. The entrance was all glazed with four revolving doors. Ratchets controlled and recorded both the entry and exit of people. There was very strict security throughout the building. Cameras filmed twenty-four hours, all activities. The ceiling was carved plaster and four columns supported the center. It was a real work of art. Seven elevators served the building, being three on the right, three on the left and a central one, this being the service elevator. In the center of the lobby, between the columns, a wooden counter served as reception and security control.
I walk into the elevator holding hands with Brooke. She smiles as she contemplates her reflection in the huge mirror, which decorated all the walls of the elevator. At the top, a monitor was tuned to a news channel, while soft music filled the entire environment. We went down to the roof of the building where my grandfather's room was and that soon would be mine. We walked down a corridor full of works of art, which separated the hall from the entrance to the office. We passed through the glass doors and came across a lady with glasses and a nice look.
- Good morning, Mr. Cavanaugh! - she greets me, driving Brooke, a simple smile. - Everyone's waiting for you in the conference room.
- Thank you, Lucy! - I mean, kissing her cheeks and making the lady blush.
I follow the corridor that leads to the conference room, a canopy and a bathroom. Entering the room, I greet the people who were waiting for me. They were just lawyers and consultants, but I valued their opinions before making any decision. I put Brooke sitting in my chair while I listen carefully. Almost two hours after it started, the meeting ends and I say goodbye to the folders with the reports.
- Why don't we have lunch and relax a little before you go to work? - I ask, taking Brooke in my lap and kissing his neck. She smiles shrinking when I bite her shoulder. - Anytime, I'll put her on that table and make her moan with my mouth.
Brooke gasps choking, then grabs my hair hard.
- Anytime? - she asks with a suffocated whisper. - Why not now?
I clench my teeth when Brooke grabs the sleeves of my jacket, pulling me in for a kiss. I take a turn, leaning Brooke against the table while kissing her voraciously. I was about to lean it over the table when my cell phone rings, announcing a call from my mother.
- Oh, shit! - with frustration. - I have to take this or hell will come to Earth.
Brooke lets out a laugh and settles down. She knew it must be serious or Mel wouldn't call at that time, because she knew Ryder was in a meeting.
- Hey, Mom! - I'll say on the third ring.
Brooke faces me with apprehension as they pull themselves together.
- Can you talk? - her voice sounded distressed.
- Yes, I can! - I mean, frowning. - Something wrong?
- Viola and Mike... They were in an accident, Ryder. - she says with an embargoed voice. - We haven't heard from Viola yet and her aunt wants to transfer her because they answered Mike. She thinks because it's a public hospital, it's not a good option for Viola.
- That's tremendous nonsense!
- I know that, but what really matters is that she doesn't get transferred or could die. - my mother sniffles. - I can't get my sister to give up this madness. Mike's desperate.
I take a deep breath and ask my mother to stay calm. I'll ask her for the name of the hospital and tell her I'm on my way. Saying goodbye to her, I'll tell you what happened to Brooke as we go down. We arrived at the university hospital in a short time and found Mike sitting in the hallway, with a band on his arm and his head resting on his knees, with his arms around him. He seemed to
