Ms. CEO

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 

I arrived in my apartment around two after I finished lunch with my parents. They thought it was better to go home than go back to work.

At first, I denied the idea and told them I needed to do some important paperwork, but then decided against it. It has been weeks, maybe even months, since I took a mini vacation. So I agreed and returned to my apartment.

Now I am here, laying down on my couch watching some bizzare show about teens getting pregnant at the age of sixteen. It amazes me how teens at this age get pregnant. Here I am at the age of thirty-two with no kids and no husband. Can't they just keep their hands to themselves like I did?

I remembered when I was in high school, my mother told me I couldn't have a boyfriend until I was sixteen. Once I turned the age sixteen, she told me I couldn't have a boyfriend until I was eighteen. I didn't really mind, though.

I remembered I told her, "Mom, I don't really care about boys at this moment. I have more important things to do than waste my time on them. I have to get ready for college. There's just no time for them."

I remembered seeing her relax her stiff shoulders after I told her that. She then told me, "That's good figlia. Keep working on school. The boys can wait."

I agreed with her. They could wait. I became an independent girl after that. I tucked myself in a corner and worked hard to make myself and my parents proud.

Sometime around, when I already started running my company, my mother paid me an unexpected visit to my office. She came to see how I was doing and if I needed anything.

Out of the blue, she asked me "Alessia, when are you going to get married and have little babies prouncing around so I can take care of them?"

"Wh-what?" I had stammered. Like I said, it was out of the blue.

"Alessia, figlia, you're getting old. You need to start dating and leave your office more. I want nipoti, grandbabies how the Americans call it," she pleaded. Her hands were clasped together as if she was praying. She probably was.

"Mom," I said. "I just don't have time right now. I have a lot to do, I won't have time to support a family."

I really didn't. I had an empire to run, not a family. Besides, no one was interested. All the men I tried to work with were just arrogant and sexist. They barely gave me respect, even in my office.

"All I'm saying honey, is that you need to live your life. You're always stuck inside this room like glue and I never see you go out with your friends, or let alone boys. Don't waste every precious minute of your life here in this jail cell."

She stood up and left without saying goodbye. I was left, stunned at what she had said. Maybe she was right, after all, she is my mom; but I just haven't met the guy yet. It was too hard to look for a decent one.

It's been four years since she told me this, yet here I was with no decent guy next to me.

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I woke up later around five p.m. with a horrible backache. Sleeping on the couch was a bad idea. I let out a loud yawn that echoed throught the apartment and stretched out my tight limbs and stood up. Deciding to make myself a sandwich, I walked towards the kitchen and took out all the ingredients I needed from the fridge.

As I was toasting my bread, the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone to pay me a visit. I left the kitchen and started walking towards the door. Looking through the peephole, I saw a man standing outside my door with a bouquet of flowers. I didn't recognize the man.