Letter's for ___

Drug

Esteban

I have never considered myself a cretin, much less an idiot. My entire life is based on a result of my own effort at the end of the day.

Who am I to be a bastard? Have I committed crimes? Have I been tried for that? Is there evidence against me?

Indeed, no. As simply as anyone can observe me, I camouflage myself among the entire society, where others wear a hypocritical mask. I live among them, refuting Sam's theory about me.

It's not that I don't like to pretend. But, while the world expects something from me, I refuse to give it to them. And I dedicate myself to living life my way, without bothering anyone. Focusing on what is really important. In my future.

My long mornings are based on filling the company's books, dad is too old to continue and I must continue with his career. My sister was always useless, she could never do anything right. She lives from above, while I, with my work and dedication, bring the daily bread.

I step away from the computer for a moment, everything that comes with being the next lawyer in the family is very stressful. So many theories, laws and resolutions, what use will they be to me? Dad already taught me what I need to know.

I don't attend university, I prefer to study in the comfort of my home. As I walk back, I look at an old photo I had of ___ and me. It was from the day we had our first kiss.

I sighed as that memory passed in the blink of an eye. The sound of the door screeching brought me back to the real world. I looked up and saw Chloe who gave me a sad smile.

-Princess, you came back early.

-Yes...I...I thought it would be a nice surprise.

-Come here, why that face?.

She put her bag on the side of the desk and I turned so she could sit on my lap. She sighed and looked at me carefully.

-During the short break, I got a call from the cafeteria. They told me to come pick up my CV, the vacancy has already been taken.

Containing my smile, I dedicated myself to hugging her to comfort. Sensed that she would cry but I had to hold a firm posture so that she wouldn't suspect anything.

-It's a shame. You were perfect for the job.

-Every time I try to apply for something, I'm always late. I don't know the reason, but I never manage to achieve what I set out to do.

-Don't say that love, not many have managed to enter the faculty where you study. There's a reason they're the best, and you're in it.

-Still, I wanted that job...

-Hey, you will always be the best for me. I'll see what I can do, I'll talk to my father, maybe you can come in with us, you would be my secretary. You would have your own salary. What do you say?.