I'm in my office at the gym, going over my appointments today. My secretary, Lillian, filed them all from time. The ones that I don't have time for because I have to do other stuff goes to Roberto.
I know I should really get more workers, but since I'm just starting out this is enough. For now.
*Knock*
"Come in." I say.
I hear the door open and close, then footsteps coming closer to me, but I don't look up until the person clears their throat trying to get my attention.
I look up annoyed, and find it's Mr. Bossy, as I like to call him.
"Hi, how may I help you?" I ask politely, although I want to be anything but polite to this rude person.
"Like I told you yesterday I want you to train me." He basically orders me.
"No offense to you, sir, but you look like you are keeping yourself in perfect condition." I know his name, but I feel like mocking him for now.
"Sir? I believe I told you my name yesterday. But, if you forgot, I know plenty of ways you can remember it." He says with a mischievous glint in his eye, and a twitch on his soft, pink, plump looking lips.
What? I can't believe I just thought that.
"And just as I told you yesterday, you will have to make an appointment with my secretary, and either I or Roberto will train you, depending on who is free." I state calmly, while looking back down at my papers to see my first appointment for the day.
"What's your name?" He asks while he studies me.
"I thought you already knew it." I reply still not looking at him.
"Just tell me your name, it's not fucking hard."
"Raven Flores." I say cooly.
"I will make an appointment then, Raven. But, only if you train me." He states.
"I'm not always available, Mr. Gonzalez. So I won't be able to always train you, I got other customers too, and just because your a billionaire does not mean I will treat you any different then I do with the rest of my clients." I glance up at him again.
He's looking at me with a bit of respect, nods then says, "Only you can train me, any time your available. If you don't agree to this I'll make sure you little gym here gets shut down."
"Talk to my secretary, have a good day Mr. Gonzalez."
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Next day.
"Hi, Raven. Your first appointment is coming in in five minutes." Lillian greets me.
Lillian is a brunette, very tall, with dark brown eyes, and long dark wavy hair. She's also probably one of my only friends that is a girl.
"Thanks Lillian." I make my way to my office, and set my stuff down at the corner.
I get out of my office and walk towards the main part of the building.
It has glass on two of the four walls where you can see the people busy on the streets and the blue sky, also the grass and the buildings close by. On the other two walls, are mirrors.
On the left side of the, what I call, Training Room there's the treadmills and bikes, mostly things that have to do with the lower body parts.
On the right side, there are weights for the upper body parts. On the north side there are mats for either wrestling/boxing or for my gymnast people who come to practice. There are also mats on the south side just in case one of the two are already in the north side.
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I've been warming up until my first client comes in. I hear footsteps on the mats before I look up at the mirror and see him standing a couple of inches behind me.
"Mr. Gonzalez." I nod at his clothing, "Are you comfortable training in that or did you not find the men's locker room?" He's wearing a suit and since he's a billionaire, I'm sure he wouldn't want to work with a suit on. Please note the sarcasm on billionaire. He also looks pretty hot in a suit, but I'm sure he knows.
"Ms. Flores, call me Alex. And I couldn't find a separate-" I cut him off before he can continue.
"Call me Raven then, Alex. Also, as I said yesterday, all my clients here are treated equally. In other words you'll be using the same locker room as all my other male clients." I say firmly so he will get my point.
"Fine, I'll be back so we can start." He scowls down at me, turns on his heel and walks toward the men's locker room. I shake my head and keep warming up.
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In no time he's back and I openly gawk at him.
He's wearing black basketball shorts, and a tight black shirt that's defining his chest and his sleeves look like they're about to rip because of his biceps. Then I meet his eyes and he smirks at me.
"Like what you see?"
"Let's see what you got Mr. Gonzalez." I mock him and try to change the subject, by starting with the training.
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