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Oh wow, she has spunk. I like that—a lot. Any other employee would be squirming about and asking for forgiveness. Maybe I misjudged her.
I clear my throat. “Good, I’m glad we have clarified your commitment to the company and to your job. The reason I called is to explain a project I need you to lead.”
I go over the meetings I need scheduled and their timing. She hums and says, “Yes, Mr. Godoy,” over and over until I’m done speaking.
I’m about to hang up when that chirpy tone returns. “Oh, and Mr. Godoy? I've updated your calendar through the end of themonth and prepared all the files for this week’s meetings. Have an amazing day. Let’s boogie!”
For some reason, I can picture her smirking as she says it. The line disconnects before I can reply with a shitty comeback.
Leaning back in my chair, I decide it’s time to take a look at who Camila Flores really is.
First, I look over her resume. A Bachelor’s in Business from a university in Medellín, Colombia—so that’s where she’s from, huh?Interesting. She’s been in the UK for over six years. Single. Has a daughter.
Nice touch—Mrs. Evans, slipping details about her private life. It definitely gives me a better understanding of the woman she hired.
What’s the story there?
Then I see her badge picture.
Damn. The image hits me like a thousand bricks.
The woman is stunning. Long hazelnut hair cascades down her shoulders in soft waves, framing her delicate face. Her deep brown eyes are unreadable, almost mysterious. And although she’s wearing makeup, it’s subtle—she looks fresh and professional.
Not like the women I’m used to going out with.
Why am I even thinking about going out with her? That’s flat out unprofessional.
Shaking the thought from my head, I shut off my phone. Instead of obsessing over Camila Flores, I decide to go over the files she’s prepared for the week.
I also make a mental note to check on Owen. Coming to Chile has definitely put a pause on a lot of my plans, and I need to make sure nothing is slipping through the cracks.
Chapter 6
Camila Flores
As soon as I hang up with Mr. Godoy, I fire up my laptop and gather the information on the vineyard employees. I need to set up these meetings as soon as possible. I’m still shaking after the way I spoke to him. I thought for sure he was going to fire me.
When I see the list of employees at Hacienda Carmen, my eyes go wide—137 people.How is he supposed to meet with all of them?
If I schedule nine meetings a day at twenty minutes each, it would take a little over fifteen days to get through everyone. And honestly, I don’t think he has the headspace—or the patience—for two weeks of one-on-one meetings.
Maybe he can meet with a few of them at a time? It would definitely be more efficient.
Feeling pleased with my problem-solving skills, I put together a document explaining the two ways he could approach these meetings, complete with pros and cons for each.
Before I know it, it’s eight o’clock—I need to get ready and take Ava to school.
We’ll have to skip the morning massages today. I just hope she isn’t too tired. Ugh, It hasn’t even been a full week at this job, and I’m already neglecting my daughter. How do other moms do it? I’m a wreck.
I know I’m going to have to get my act together by the time Mr. Godoy returns, because I’m sure he’ll be even more demanding when he’s around.
“Mummy?” Ava’s tiny voice pulls me out of my thoughts. She comes out of her room, rubbing her eyes, and a pang of guilt hits me right in the chest.
“Good morning,mi amor. How are you feeling this morning?” I ask as I place her on my lap and comb her hair with my fingers.
“Good. I’m not too tired. How was your sleep?” she asks, looking me straight in the eyes.
With the biggest smile I can muster, I reply. “It was great. Are you ready for brekkie?”