Gabriella Sanchez is a badass boss babe with a tragic past. Instead of wallowing her life away like a damsel in distress she decided to take it by its horns, running the show in a dark industry where women are almost non-existent in positions of po...
I was fast asleep, suddenly I felt someone shake me vigourously, trying to wake me up. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Alejandro dressed in casual attire. It was then I realized that Alejandro was the one who was trying to wake me up.
I searched for my phone on the nightstand and on finding it I realized it was 6am in the morning. I was really angry on him for waking me up but then my brain realized maybe we were going back to Mexico that is why he woke me up.
Before I could speak my thoughts out, Alejandro confirmed my thoughts. “Get ready soon. It’s time to go”
I finished my morning routine and wore a casual dress. Then we went to the parking lot and a new car, with open roof was waiting for us. I was excited by the change in ride but I was wary of rain drenching us.
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We started our journey and the weather was really pleasant. Alejandro drove at brisk pace and I was really enjoying the drive with him, the wind blew in my hair making its sway, the cool sensation of the wind on my skin was really amazing. I lost myself in the moment.
After some time I realized we weren’t headed for the airport, because the scenery was getting progressively countryside. I asked Alejandro where we were headed
“To my beach house. I have made you work really hard in the last few days, you deserve a vacation.” he replied
In the next 45 minutes I could make out the sight of a beautiful and large beach house, the nameplate read “Alejandro Martinez”.
The sight and Alejandro’s surprise announcement was an icing on the cake of an already amazing day. I was unable to suppress my happiness and was smiling ear to ear. As soon as we got near the beach and Alejandro slowed down the car, I quickly got off and ran for the beach, before Alejandro could say anything to stop me.
The sight of the beach just did something to me and I couldn’t hold myself. By the time the sand and the waves hit my feet, I was hit by sudden wave of nostalgia. Tears flew down my face. Scenes from my childhood,
I saw a female figure dressed in a floral gown, ideal for wearing at the beach. Another young boy was running at full speed trying to emulate an airplane in flight. They were my brother and mother and I was at a beach in Colombia enjoying a day at the beach. I see my 5 year old self sitting on the sand building a sand castle with my plastic shovel and plastic buckets.
My nostalgic walk down the memory lane is broken by a tap on my shoulder. Its Alejandro, he followed me to the beach and on seeing me in tears he asked “what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” I composed myself and answered “The beach and the sea reminded me of my mom and the time spent playing on beaches when I was a little girl. I miss her” He hugs me and consoles me, trying to calm me down.
We walk hand in hand to the beach house. The house is located at an elevation which is created on a wooden ramp. There is a small wooden bridge that connects the house to the beach. The house is surrounded by a small garden with a grass bed and different varieties of flowering plants and bonsai trees.
