My Sweet Prostitute (English Translation)

Chapter 7

Lauren's POV

-"Ally?"

-"Thank goodness! I was worried! Where are you?"—She asked me through the phone.

-"At home. Ally, my meetings..."

-"Yes! You have five gentlemen already waiting in your office about an hour ago!"—She interrupted me.

-"You're going to do those meetings."

-"What?"

-"You heard me. You'll do it on my behalf. I'm not willing to go there."—I told her.

She was silent for some time.

-"Ms. Jauregui, I'm just..."

-"A secretary, I know. But at the moment, I'm giving you the power to decide everything for me. We both know that you take care of the  company much better than I do. Consequently, you know better what is good or bad for it."—I assured her.

-"But..."

-"I'm counting on you, Ally. I know everything will turn out well."

She hesitated.

-"Alright. I'll do my best."—She agreed at last.

-"Thank you."—I said and then hung up.

Damn it. I was going into depression again. My lack of spirits had improved in the last few days, but it seemed to return in full force.

I'll stay in bed all day. I may turn on the TV when I get tired of staring at the ceiling. Maybe I would go to sleep again. It didn't  matter. I just knew that I didn't want to get up.

But I got hungry sooner than I thought.

I cooked macaroni cheese and went to eat it on my bed, watching the news. The day had been incredibly monotonous. Empty.

Two, three, five hours passed without me doing absolutely nothing.

I decided to check my e-mails to read some contracts and anticipate a little of the work that awaited me, tomorrow. One of the emails was from Ally, saying that the meetings had gone well, and that much of the problems were being solved.

-Holy Ally.—I mumbled.

I read nine or ten contracts without much interest, hoping that night would come. Even without interest, I lost track of time and night came. And then I realized that it was already 11:30 p.m.

Like a kid about to travel to the North Pole for Christmas, I dressed up for go to The Hills.

As I arrived, I noticed the place was a little more busy than usual. Sure, that was the time when most clients usually reach to have fun.

I walked around the place, looking for Camila. Instead I found Chloe near the bar.

-"Hi Chloe."

-"Lauren, dear! Where were you yesterday? Why you didn't come?"

I had, but the only person who saw me was Hanna. Since I didn't want to give explanations, I lied.

-"I was very busy yesterday."

-"I'm glad you're free today. Have you already choose your companion?"

-"Camila. Where is she?"—I asked her, a little too eager.

-"Oh, Camila has a client already..."

-"Bloody hell!"

Chloe looked at me with curiosity. I tried to call collect myself, running my hand through my hair.