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Jorge’s back.
“Is everything okay?” Leticia whispers as she pops her head around the terrace.
I should be happy Jorge’s not dead, but I have a feeling we’re not going to meet up and talk about what happened to him. Knowing Jorge, he’s back for a reason, and it’s not to play happy families.
“I’m going for a run,” I snap. I take a deep breath as I can see Leticia’s brows cross.
She nods.
“It’s not you. Sorry, I’m just so wound up right now.”
I turn my phone off, then I put it in the closet. I’ve never turned it off, I always leave it on, because I never know if there’s going to be an emergency or not, but now I really don’t fucking care.
I need to get out of here, I can’t have my brother messing with my head, let alone my fucking spirit.
1 Speak.
2 What?
3 Brother
4 Give her two kisses from me.
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Leticia
Ispoke to Mamá, Abuela, Papá, and Cristina, but with the time difference, the conversations didn’t last too long. I did debate leaving the suite and just exploring, but I have no sense of direction.
I know I’ll get lost in a heartbeat, and as much as I’m enjoying studying Japanese a little bit, I don’t have enough confidence to just go out. Diego has his jogs, but then he’s fluent in Japanese and has been here so many times.
We have one week left here, and I feel stressed every time I think about just being part of this business deal.
What if I let him down?
What if I don’t even learn hello, konnichiwa? Okay, so I’ve learned that one word almost a hundred times now, and I just have to think about how it differs like Spanish, depending on if you decide to do it formally or not.
“You’re studying. Good. I didn’t think you would,” Diego says as he comes into the living room from another jog. That’s all he has been doing since the phone call from his brother a couple of days ago.
At first, I thought he was avoiding me, but in New York, Diego doesn’t go a second without looking at his phone, and it’s been off and in his closet since he had the call.
I want to ask him what it was about, but he has that look on his face. I’ve seen it many times in the office. One of the girls told me, “If you ever see Diego with that face, the one which makes him look like Hellboy, when his face goes completely red and it’s as if his eyes change color too, don’t talk to him unless he wants to speak to you.” Many secretaries have lost their jobs because they didn’t follow that simple advice.
He has that look when he goes out for a jog, but then he comes back and looks like the Diego I know, then within a few minutes, the Hellboy is back.
I did watch the movie after she told me that, and she wasn’t exaggerating the comparison.
“Get ready. Wear something nice,” he growls as he heads to his bedroom.
Is he talking to me?
But then there’s no one else in the room.
Showering or bathing seems to be something I’m doing three times a day. I’ve never had a hot tub in the bathroom or stayed in a suite this big.
I haven’t put on my gold kimono with matching heels. I must admit when I saw it in the closet, I was thinking he put it there for the meeting with the Japanese. I’m still waiting for him to share details about it. He hasn’t told me the time or even any details of the meeting. Sometimes, I wonder if it was a ploy to get me here.
Nah, Diego wouldn’t go to such lengths to be with me.
