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CHAPTER 3
"Don't you look so dashing, Dad?"
I fixed my father's new suit as we stared at the dull full-length mirror. The look on his face was priceless. He looked as though he won the lottery. Well, I couldn't really blame him. This had been the first time that he wore an expensive outfit. Just by the looks of the suit, you can see that it was bought from a luxurious tailoring shop.
He was amazed, "Dear, how much did you spend on this?"
I smiled as I recalled Handsome Man. I buried my nose slightly to the blue scarf and told him the story. It almost felt like a situation from "What Would You Do?" hosted by John Quiñones. But then, I defended myself and upon walking out, we had a brief and romantic moment.
Dad just smiled and replied, "There are still good people out there."
"Come on, Dad. He's a good person but it's undeniable that maybe I'm his type," I joked and that put a grimace on his face.
"Excuse me, Young Lady? What happened to our rule?"
I rolled my eyes and reminded, "No boyfriend until the sun comes out of the night sky."
That's pretty stupid. I was the one who set that agreement with Dad. I had this boyfriend when I was 19 and even in the second month of our dating, he asked me to marry him. Dad almost went crazy as he thought I was going to say yes. I found him pondering in the park and sat next to him.
Right then and there, I assured him that I won't marry that guy and that I won't have any boyfriend . . . not until the sun comes out of the night sky.
Now, Dad just gave me a silly grin and said, "It's silly, Ana. But when you find the right one, I'll let you be with him if he passes my assessment."
I hugged my father and said, "Dad, love hasn't arrived yet. I guess a few years from now."
But as I think of Handsome Man, I could tell that love has arrived already. Then, someone knocked on our door. I quickly shrugged that thought away. It was quite absurd.
"Well, let me get it. I want to someone to see my new suit!" Dad was like a kid who had a new toy.
When he opened the door, it was a guy from the parcel delivery.
"Are you Mr. Raymond Steele? This is your package."
Dad and I stared at each other. We were thinking of the same thing . . . Is this real?
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The package was in my hands now. My daughter and I couldn't help but be amazed. Aside from the humongous salary we agreed on, Mr. Grey just sent me a box. I couldn't believe that I get so many perks. This is the luckiest that I have been in terms of my career.
"Thank you, boy," I told the teenager who delivered the package.
"Anytime, Sir."
As soon as the door shut, my daughter teased, "Look at you now, Mr. Steele. You used to have scary people knock on your door and now, you got a delivery. I wonder why this Christian Grey is very nice to you. He seems like an unusual boss."
I wasn't happy with my daughter's joke. What she meant by those scary people are those guys I had debts to. One guy pointed a gun at us, and although unloaded, it was uncalled for. My daughter was scared. Extremely scared. Those guys were in jail and I, somehow managed to pay the debt. Yet, my daughter paid for it too. She lived with trauma and until now I couldn't forgive myself for that.
She must have noticed my change in demeanor, so she changed the topic. "Let's open it now, Dad."
I unpacked the box and we were so amazed. There was a laptop with a bitten apple as a design. I wasn't familiar. Then, there was a phone. And most of all, we got a gift certificate from Mia Bella. It said that I could get a lifetime supply of clothes. I couldn't believe it. Neither can Ana.
We were beyond shocked. But then, the phone rang.
"Click the green. Click the green!" She told me. Well, I had been using keypad phones my whole life, so this was so new to me.
"Hello? Good evening."
"Ugh! Is this his PA's number? Are you his new PA?"
I was enthusiastic, "Yes, Ma'am, Raymond Steele, at your service."
"I DON'T CARE! Give the phone to Christian! He hasn't called me in a week."
Ana took the phone and put it in loud speaker. The woman continued ranting about having a "magical" night with him and waking up alone the next day. Christian gave this number to her and I guess I'll be the one to deal with his tragic love affairs?
"Oh, I'm sorry, Ma'am but—"
"Goodbye."
I was unimpressed. Ana then took the phone and we were able to find out that this is the PA's phone. There were messages of at least twenty women who were frustrated.
"Look, Dad, I like your boss. He's so generous and thoughtful of you, but as a guy, he's definitely a dick." Ana hated playboys and so did I.
There were messages poor ladies sent and I couldn't help but shake my head.
Message 1: It was fancy meeting you in Vegas. Let's see each other again and maybe . . . be official?
Message 2: Is that it? Am I just a one-night stand for you? Pathetic! Pathetic! YOU ARE pathetic.
Message 3: I guess it's true then, huh? When we ask for your number, you give the PA's? You're such a user. But yeah, I'd like to do it again though. You're very good.
One thing went inside my head after reading the messages: I wouldn't want my daughter to date a man like him.
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