Chapter Three

Say that the day was long was ironic. After I didn't have anything to put on, I couldn't even leave the room where I would spend the next months, or years, working, lucky that no one came to ask for anything, because I would be completely lost. Given that fact, I also had no way of going to lunch, and by four—thirty in the afternoon, I was already despairing.

How would I go home? I had neither whole shoes nor a car. My heavens! I couldn't walk the entire company barefoot or with a broken shoe. Maybe if I waited for all the employees to leave, it wouldn't be so strange, but what time would I get home? I lived on the other side of the city.

I tried to turn my attention to the monitor in front of me. I finally, after arguing with the girl on the other end of the phone, could manage to change Christopher's flight schedule. Or should I say, Mr Uckermann? He didn't look like a master.

— Why are you making that face?

I bumped into the pen holder with my elbow in shock and opened my eyes wide. When exactly had he jumped out in front of me? I slowly looked up, pacing his body, and my somewhat polluted mind couldn't help but notice the bulk in his pants.

— Miss Saviñon?

— Hi? — Finally I managed to fix my gaze on his face and surely my cheeks had already flushed.

— Did you do what I asked?

— Of course! — I took the perfectly neat folder and handed it to him, he made a face and I realized how strange and unprofessional it had sounded. — I mean, yes, Mr Uckermann, everything is organized and in doubt, scanned.

— I already had everything scanned, but ok. — He handed me a white bag, with a single golden print, marking the name of Christian Loubutin. I almost choked on my own saliva when I managed to read the name. — I hope it will fit.

I left the folder on the table and got up, quickly, already opening the bag and taking the box out. I wasn't rich, but I knew it was one of the most famous brands in the world. My boss crossed his arms and waited for me to try them. They were not shoes with many details, just a black pumps, with their only red detail at the bottom, the signature of the brand. Without hesitating, I put that pair of shoes on my feet and they fell like clouds, they were so soft.

— Did they?

— Are you kidding? It looks like they were designed for me. Thanks!

— It will cost you your salary. — I opened my eyes wide. — Just kidding!

I scowled at him while he was enjoying my reaction. I had a Christian Louboutin!

— Now I'll be able to get home. You earned a point with me, boss! — I slapped him lightly on the shoulder and the next second I regretted it. — Sorry, I'm excited. You know how it is, right? My car screeched, I was barefoot, I had no idea how to get home and good, I better get back to work, I want to get home soon and get the delay, because it has been a while since anything has entered on me.

— What did you just say?

— About the food, I'm talking about the food. — I answered as quickly as I could. Had that sounded so sexual? Christopher took the folder as he walked, horrified towards the door. — I'm not having lunch until now, that's not what you're thinking, sir. — My cheeks were only on fire; they were so hot.

— I did not say anything. — He opened the door looking into the room, probably trying not to think about what I had said. — Did you reschedule my meeting? And my flight.

— Yes, for six-thirty in the morning, is it good for you? And I scheduled the meeting at Millan Café, it's two blocks away.

— Excellent, so I won't have to wake up to early.

— What is it early for you? — He raised his eyebrow, as if waking up before six in the morning was normal. I mean, it was, but thinking that six in the morning is too late. — Never mind, I'll go back to what I was doing.

I had already had embarrassing my self a lot in one day only that when he finally left for the meeting, I didn't think twice before leaving. Four subway stations and a bus and there I was, coming home full steam ahead.

— Good evening, Carlos. What's up?

— Good evening, Dulce. — Wished the man at the lobby. — How was the first day of work?

— A disaster, but it was worth it. Do you see it on my feet? It's a Christian Louboutin. — I raised one of my feet for him to see and he grimaced.

— I don't know what that is. Women! — He started laughing as I tried to keep my leg in the air, hopping like crazy with one foot.

— I got to go, because I'm tired and tomorrow is a new day. Have a good night, sir!

Once inside my apartment, I took off all my clothes and got naked as I came into the world. The good thing about living alone was that no one would be watching you walking around the house naked. I put food and fresh water for Teo and after ordering a pizza, I went to take a shower. The day had been tiring, a lot of work for the first day and I felt that the trend would only get worse.

I started to laugh alone at the disaster that had been my day. The car breaking and getting in the way of everyone entering the building, my boss's bad mood that I didn't even know was my boss, me falling into his arms because of a small hole in the asphalt, then arriving late because my car was towed and to make matters worse, my heel broke for good, taking me to the floor with almost two hundred leaves in my hands that were scattered all over Mr. Uckermann's office. How could it get any worse? If so, I hope not too much, because I could already be titled the clumsiest woman in the world.