Madrid English Version

Chapter 1

Shortly before the end of the vacation, the dark-haired man decided to go home for a few days to rest. Inside the parking lot, he noticed that his place was free. He rushed to park, happy to have got his place before the space thief.

The Spaniard returned to his apartment, proud, as if he had been promoted. Five days passed and he was surprised to notice that the space thief had not reacted to him taking her so-called space.

Every day he went to the parking lot, but still nothing. No sign of life. What he didn't know was that the young woman was abroad for the week because of her work.

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The brunette returned from her trip, exhausted. Wishing only one thing: to sleep. But she had to work. Again and again. She had no time to sleep.

She had just arrived in her parking lot. Dreaming of her cozy bed and a good night's sleep. But something interfered with her dream. A car, his car. She knew it was his car, she recognized it. The Spanish woman was in no mood to confront a space thief. She left to ask the guard of the building the name and the apartment of this strange thief, to touch him two words. She realized that he lived on the same floor as her. He was her neighbor.

There she was, knocking on her neighbor's door, rather than sleeping or working. What a waste of time she thought.

- Yes, what can I do for you? The Spaniard was very serene, which was the opposite of the young woman, who didn't mind showing her irritation.

- Your car.

- It's beautiful, isn't it? It's a Ferrari...

- 296 GTB with a 120° V6 rear mid-engine combined with a VHR rechargeable electric motor capable of delivering up to 830 horsepower. It's a lot of fun to drive in the country or on the highway, but in the city or where there's a bit of traffic, it becomes a whole different story. It's immediately more complicated because the engine loves to give it all away, as it does on the highways, and it hates frequent stops and starts, as it does in the city. To take full advantage of its engine, the best thing is to go to a circuit and give it everything. The Spaniard became livid at the words of the young woman who knew so well.

But...but, how do you know all this?

- Does it surprise you that a woman can know so much about cars?

- No... On the contrary, but it's impressive what you know, you know all the Ferrari models by heart?

- Yes, that's exactly it. I like wasting my time so much that I spend all my free time learning car descriptions to recite them to guys I just met. The irony was pervasive in the Spanish woman's words, while the man in front of her was silent.

- I know I'm breathtaking, but from there to take a wind, it hurts.

- I beg your pardon, did you want to?

- You do it on purpose, it is not possible? I asked you if you could move your car so I could park mine in its place.

- No, you didn't.

- What, but why?

- Because it's my spot.

- My word, you are delirious, no but you are not right in your head! It is my place and you know it, then I will ask you to move your car so that I can park mine in "its" true place. She said, insisting once again on the "its".

- You must be mistaken, Miss or Madam?

- Miss. And I'm not wrong.

- If you wanted to park, that would mean that your car is in this parking lot, and my car is supposedly in "your" spot, so you can't park. So this is my spot. The dark-haired man smiled mischievously, reusing the expression the young woman had used last week.

- You're lucky I'm tired, but tomorrow I'll make you move your car.

- And how will you do that?

- The janitor has a file where all the parking spaces are assigned to residents. I ask her who the space belongs to and problem solved.

- Unless it's my space.

- You can always dream.

- Goodbye Miss.

The Spanish woman didn't answer anything, sighed and went downstairs where her car was to park it somewhere else, which only increased her annoyance. She got out of her car, took her suitcase and entered the elevator before reaching her floor. There she found a surprise, her neighbor, a space thief who was leaving her apartment when she got back.

- Are you coming back from vacation?

- That's none of your business.

- Relax, I just wanted to know why you had a suitcase.

- I just came back from a business trip. Is that okay, or would you like to see my plane ticket?

- No, that's fine. But you were-where?

- Do you ever mind your own business or not?

- I just wanted to start a conversation, or at least a semblance of one.

-It's very nice of you, but go make conversation with someone else.

The brunette didn't give her neighbor time to answer, as she had already entered her apartment. She dropped her suitcase and all her belongings next to her sofa and went to the bathroom to enjoy the hot water, relaxing her body after eight hours of flying.

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Once her shower was over, the young woman had to work. Again. Even though she had finished her studies a short time ago, she was still working just as hard, or even harder, at times.

She could not be mediocre. She had to excel.

That was her destiny, to succeed, not to fail. Failure, a simple common name, could scare many. It was synonymous with disappointment, shame, disrespect...

She could not fail. She could not disappoint her parents. Her father. He, who had sacrificed so much for his children, for his oldest daughter.

The brunette decided that tonight, the dinner would be an option, that she would not choose. She who had to catch up on the work she thought she had accumulated during her altercation with her neighbor. Yet she had not fallen behind at all. On the contrary, she had finished all her work, she was even ahead.

Or so she thought. She was convinced that she was overloaded with work and that she couldn't stop or she would lose her job. But she was one of the best in her field, despite her young age.