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Inside his office, Javier tapped his foot on the side of the large desk.
I'm finally letting the cat out of the bag tonight. He mumbled, pushing every idea aside. He scratched his temples, a panic attack raging in his stomach. How would he react if he found out I was aware of the whole situation? Will it cost us even more than it has already? I was trying to forget about it.
Why am I thinking about this again?
He poured himself a glass of Don Julio 1942 and took a seat in the middle of his office. Smirking, he swirled the tequila in his glass.
"Fuck everything," he says. "Why should I be the one to be concerned?" He grumbled. They treated me like a fool the whole time, and I've been carrying this weight for years. "Why should I be the one to assume the role of a saint?" I summoned my assistant CEO, Ethan, to accompany me. Sandra and her mother were seated in the living room when I got home, so I thought, fantastic, everyone is here. I sat down, as did Ethan, my close friends, and assistant CEO. I glanced around the room and cleared my throat.
"Before I speak what I want to say, I'd want to inform you all. Anyway, you already know I don't have a filter, and grandma, please forgive me for today. I'll begin from the beginning and leave nothing behind, and I don't want to be stopped before I finish expressing what I want to say, before I say what has been a burden for me, not really a hardship, but I thought the pretense would end and people would be honest. Grandma, you told me 11 years ago that you were tired of me bringing various females home and that you wanted to introduce me to a nice girl because I was damaging the family reputation. I recall you suggesting that I go against you, and I told you I wasn't ready to settle. When I returned home for a visit a year later, you introduced me to Sandra. You said that she didn't know any males. She was nice to me and very innocent. I accepted her that year since that was what you wanted, and we just exchanged numbers and had one supper together because I was traveling back to Spain the following day. I recall you wanting to broadcast to the world that she was mine, although I was in and out of the nation. But I urged you to wait, so I performed my investigation, and what you told me about her differed from what I learned. I didn't mind in the least. After all, I used to make headlines daily, so having a boyfriend seemed natural to her. So, after another year, I returned home once the job in Spain was done. I met Sandra, went on many dates with her, and fell in love with her. At least, I believed so since she was speaking my language, and the only laughing I understood at the time was sex. Sandra had a high school sweetheart who she was still seeing when you introduced us. They are still dating, or should I say fucking, to dis day. "I wasn't looking at anybody as I was speaking, but when I mentioned it, I lifted my gaze to meet Sandra's, and I saw the terror in her eyes. Did you think I didn't know? I inquired and proceeded. Don't bother responding. I'm not finished yet. I was a naïve young man back then. I'll confess that even though I knew you had a partner and kept it from me, I still wanted to fuck you. Do you know why? Because I'd never shared a female with another man before, and I wanted to see whether the guy was better in bed than I was.
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