Secretary to Sweetheart

"This is ridiculous!" shouted the youngest son of the important Aller family to the lawyer and his older brother, Sebastian Aller, who was smiling pleased at the new news while watching his brother turn red with anger.

"I'm sorry little brother, but these are the last words of our dear and deceased father." he teased.

"But this can't be true! Dad was crazy if he thought it was a good idea to leave you in his place," he protested. "You're useless! You spend all our money on women, alcohol, and luxury cars. You have no idea how to manage a company! I should be the one in that position!" He shouted, hitting the glass table in the lawyer's office.

Sebastian, the eldest son, and new heir to over half of the wealth his father had acquired with his technological company, smiled, amused, without saying anything, knowing he had won this battle. He didn't care if his brother cried and stomped, he wouldn't give him a cent more.

"I'm sorry Mr. Aller," the scared lawyer responded to Alan, "But those are your father's wishes, 35 percent of the income for you and 65 percent for your brother Sebastian and the position left vacant by the late Mr. Aller." He said, reviewing the documents.

"See little brother? Father knew who was the most competent of the two," he said, widening his smile and showing his shining and sparkling teeth that looked like ivory.

"There is one more thing," the thin and scrawny man said fearfully, looking like an insect next to the two Adonises in front of him.

"What is it?" asked the older brother, wanting to leave as soon as possible, hating meetings and paperwork, and simply getting bored. He couldn't wait to have everything in his power and wallet.

"In order to claim the inheritance and maintain the position of CEO of Aller Industries, you must marry the woman your father agreed to in the will. He firmly believed in family and customs, he didn't want to leave a bad image for his company. "

Both brothers were stunned, but more so Sebastian, who had never been a one-woman man and had no plans to be tied down in an arranged marriage with an unbearable and capricious woman who would surely make him miserable.

"This is getting interesting," Alan exclaimed, amused, knowing his brother wouldn't be able to accept that clause.

"Shut up," growled the older brother.

"If this does not happen, Mr. Alan will inherit the position and the majority of the profits."

"Enough of gossip and tell me right away who will be the woman lucky enough to marry me." Alan rolled his eyes, the lawyer grabbed the will and read aloud:

"Miss Katlyn Walker, heiress and owner of the largest cosmetics company in Europe."

Both brothers were stunned to hear the name of Sebastian's fiancée. For Sebastian, now it wasn't such a bad idea to get married; that woman slept on euro mattresses; if he combined his wealth with hers, he would be disgustingly rich, and he would have no limits. He thought, savoring and imagining his new acquisitions for when he was married. But Alan, who thought his brother would finally receive the punishment he deserved, now wanted to murder him. Because he knew perfectly well who that woman was, he had loved her since he could remember and had imagined to propose to her once his father was dead and with the power in his hands. But now his brother would take her away, the woman of his dreams! He couldn't allow that idiot to lay a hand on a woman as beautiful and prestigious as her.

Alan stood up abruptly from the meeting table, throwing the chair with force.

"Where are you going little brother?," Sebastian asked with an unbearable and irritating tone.

"I have nothing else to do here. Enjoy your wealth, brother. I hope life gives you what you deserve."

"I hope the same little brother," said Sebastian.

Alan left the office, slamming the door shut.

"Take care of all the paperwork and the engagement," Sebastian ordered the lawyer, "I must go organize my new office." He smiled victoriously. In the end, that arrogant and narcissistic old man had been good at something. He said to himself, thinking of his father whom he had never stood in life.

"Thank you for taking care of him. Seriously, the nanny didn't want to come because it was without notice..."

"It's okay Hele, don't worry. And go quickly, you won't make it to the interview." Helena De Luna smiled at her best and only friend, David; she didn't know how to thank him for accepting to take care of her little brother at the last minute.

Since her father had died from a serious illness, they had been alone against the world. Lucas had become a son to Helena, but it had also been very difficult for her to take this responsibility because the little boy was very delicate and got sick regularly, having to run to the hospital several times a month and leaving huge bills that she had no idea when she would be able to pay. But today she had a glimmer of hope because she had found online that they were looking for a new secretary for the new CEO of a technological company she had no idea about, but it seemed to offer good pay, and she really needed the money.

"Thank you, David, thank you!" She said jumping on him and hugging him tightly. The young man laughed at his friend's childish attitude, but enjoying the hug, he then let go, although he really didn't want to.

"Hurry up," he ordered with a smile. Helena kissed her little brother on the forehead, who was on the floor playing with his old toys.

"Be good with David, okay? I'll be back in a while." The boy nodded without stopping playing.

"Call me if you need anything," she told her friend before leaving.

"Yes, yes, just go already!" said David.

Helena smiled at him and ran out of her tiny studio apartment in the city center. The young woman was running with her heart in her throat; the bus had taken longer than expected to arrive, and she was arriving just in time. She spotted the large building with thousands of windows and many floors across the street with a big illuminated sign that said "ALLER INDUSTRIES S.A.". She crossed the street, but as she had always been a clumsy and distracted woman, her ankle twisted because she was not used to high-heeled shoes, and she fell on all fours on the hard street cement, scraping her knee and staining her resume with dirty water.

"Damn it!" she shook the paper that was now ruined and unpresentable. She tried to get up sore when she heard the grinding of wheels. Everything happened very fast; she saw a high-end black vehicle approaching her at great speed, and it seemed it wouldn't be able to stop. Helena did nothing but close her eyes tightly and think that her little brother wanted her without anyone in this world.