THE LIE: DECEPTION TO THE CEO

In Santiago

-Christopher, please! -Sabrina begged, her eyes shining, “Don’t come any closer to us. You hurt us so much.

Don’t ever, ever forget that you hit her, that you caused an accident, that almost cost her her life,” pausing briefly, to continue.

“And on top of that, you paid for her to be beaten and with that you caused the death of your own son,” she said, letting tears flood her eyes.

-Sabrina, I swear on my parents’ lives! That I had nothing to do with it, it was all Michelle’s doing. Unfortunately, she escaped, I know that at some point they will arrest her and she will be forced to tell the truth,” he clarified.

“As for the death of my son, you don’t have to remind me,” he confessed with sorrow and sadness.

My conscience reminds me of it and attacks me every day since I learned the truth about what happened at the hotel,” he added, immersed in regret and pain for the mistakes he had made.

-How much would I give to believe you? -Sabrina said. “However, it is difficult. Once that thread of trust and faith in each other is broken, it is never recovered, not even by forgiving.

-I will always beg you like I beg Amber, please mother, forgive me! -he begged, before leaving.

Sabrina, however, remained unmoved, watching him leave in the hope that this will be the last time in her life she will see him.

Meanwhile, on Islander

Amber finally got through to her mother. She had been calling him, but the cell phone was ringing and she was not answering.

-Mother, what happened? I’ve been calling you for a while and you didn’t answer,” asked Amber, astonished and worried.

-I left my cell phone on the bed and I was attending to an unwelcome, unexpected visitor,” she said.

-Who? Your visitors are always nice and you enjoy them,” commented her daughter, with a half smile.

-Christopher Morillo! -she answered, her voice atonic, without force.

-What, what did he say? -Amber asked, suspicious and afraid that he had told her mother something. “Why are you like this, as if you’re off? What happened, mother?NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

“Please, answer me? -she asked desperately, suspecting that he had commented on what had happened between them.

-Nothing, daughter! Only that when I began to question him about the love he says he feels for you, I told him the evidence and grounds to doubt what he claims,” Sabrina explained.

“I simply quoted him the real facts that you suffered because of him,” she said.

-Ignore him, mother! -Don’t let him cause you health problems again, think of me, I can’t live without you.

“Please! Close the apartment and come at once. If you want, I’ll find the ticket for you to come today? I miss you too much,” she said, making her mother smile at her statement.

-Okay, daughter! I like to travel in the daytime,” she answered.

-Whatever you say, mommy! I’ll find you a ticket and I’ll call you back,” her daughter affirmed, “You make me so happy! I love you so much! -Amber shouted excitedly into her cell phone, hanging up the call.

That night, Amber contacted an old friend who works in a travel agency, to sell her a ticket for her mother to Islander. She helped her, so the next day Sabrina would be on a flight to join her daughter.

Amber called him again, gave him all the information and passed him remotely to her printer, which he had to present at the airport. She is happy, prepared a suitcase with few clothes, thinking that in a short time she would return to Santiago de Leon.

(***)

On the other hand, Christopher that same night, went directly to his parents’ mansion, to talk with them. He felt very bad, so his sister recommended him to visit a famous psychologist, who was visiting with his wife, Evencio Cage, there in Santiago de Leon.

She immediately contacted him because she had become very good friends with him, which even made her husband Thiago jealous. For this reason, she asked her brother not to mention her brother-in-law, who recommended this professional.

Her parents, like Christopher, smiled because it was the first time they heard that Thiago was jealous of her. After this conversation and after he received help from his sister, they went to the dining room for dinner.

That night, Christopher stayed at the mansion, talking in his own bed with his mother and sister. They have always supported and advised him, especially when he has these moments, in which he does not know what to do. Between the three of them they prayed and read the bible.

(***)

The next day, very early, Christopher got up to go to his office, finding his sister, preparing breakfast for her husband, who had just arrived from a shift at the hospital. Thiago, observing Christopher, asked him if there was something wrong with him, because he looked uneasy.

-Yes,” he answered, “Heart problems, which are more difficult to solve than the commercial ones. However, I will soon get out of it,” he assured, with a smile.

-Then! I wish you all the best,” added his brother-in-law, smiling.

-Thank you, Thiago! Bye sister! -He approached her to hug her and kiss her affectionately.

-Happy day! Little brother,” she replied.

The appointment with the psychologist her sister had arranged for her was for three in the afternoon. So he will spend the whole morning to attend his video calls and work remotely with his agency in Spain.

After this, Elian, his assistant, arrived to inform him that Glenys was looking for him. The annoyed and doubtful, he received her so that she would not hinder him in the consultation that his sister had arranged for him.

Knock, knock!

-Go ahead! -He answered, getting up from his chair, approached her and led her to the sofa he had in his office.

He withdrew a little from the space where he had placed her and took the call. Apparently, there were new problems with the construction workers to whom he was fully meeting his commitments. She heard him argue and then hang up.

-I’m sorry, Glenys, but as I told you before, I don’t have it easy. How can I help you? -he asked, knowing the answer in advance.

-I think I came at the wrong time! -she affirmed, looking at him and smiling with him…