The day, relaxation and gossip went wonderfully well. Nothing better than being in such an environment with your best friend. Is it the giggles you want to see? We talked about everything and nothing.

We laughed at the outfit of this or that person, stories from high school until we had nothing more to say. But this Wesley starting to show up all over my path.

Emmy: Ashley, you didn't tell me your interview went badly, did you? Your see you soon with Wesley there is left or?

Me: I am surprised myself. The day there I had the impression that he had sent me quickly well done like he had done his duty by receiving me.

I didn't agree with Emmy, I knew how to feel when a man wanted me or found me beautiful, I had always known how to feel that. You could try to hide it as much as you wanted I could interpret the looks, the intonations of the voice and even the gestures, I was a real radar for that.

But as far as this Wesley was concerned, I think he had moved on from that childhood story. It was normal, at the same time we were no longer in high school, today he was handsome, sure of himself, rich in addition, so he could have all the women he wanted. And he was married too.

His wife owns the biggest salon in town, the thought bothered me a lot that he was married. My mind started imagining things I refused to hear. I hate this kind of situation, I hate having a soft spot for anyone. I am very pragmatic, very Cartesian so I only support relationships over which I have complete control.

I know how to have a soft spot for whoever I want, and control everything. Since this famous disappointment in love that had brought me down to earth five years ago, I had sworn to myself never again to let my emotions take over. So yes I love whoever I want, that's real life and that's how all women should think.

Emmy: Ashley? How is it with you? Since today you are in the clouds. Every time I talk to you I feel like you're making a hard landing. Did you get binga hot or what?

Me: Hey sorry Emmy, leave me like that, I've just been tired lately.

Emmy was my best friend but I couldn't talk to her about... But talk about what? Hmmm, looks like I've become bipolar. I had the devil and the demon talking to me in turn.

Like everyone else I think we have a bit of both in us and we choose depending on the situation to listen to one or the other, trying to convince ourselves that it is the best decision.

Emmy: Um tired huh? What are you working on my darling? I hope the double eyes there have not started.

Me: Really you there you will kill me with laughter one day. Don't worry about the day the sperm will come in, I'll tell you before it even gets to my egg.

Emmy: hahahahaha you're crazy.

My day was beautiful and full. In these last days, I try to fill it to the maximum, between the various with Emmy, the restaurant with Wesley and the visit to his family, I did everything not to find myself alone with the voice of my demon in my head.

I occupied my mind to the maximum, I did not give him a minute's respite. I did my best not to let my thoughts wander. But that fateful moment of the day arrived. This moment when you cannot escape your problems, this moment when your ideas, your thoughts, your mind are free, free to wander, free to dream, free to rant. And so I started thinking about him again. Timidly but I thought of him.

I fought with all my might against these thoughts, telling myself that it didn't matter anyway. That day I was tired so I gave free rein to my thoughts. The smell of her perfume came back to haunt me, the image of him licking his lips, the dream of that sexy mouth on mine, on my body, « oh my God I'm lost »

I saw him again with his white outfit, my heart and my mind vibrated in chorus. Why was it possible to be so sexy, so hot, so desirable, he was this kind of man to whom you want to say « take me a present ». I wonder if I'm still that kind of woman. I envy her beauty and her charm, my God I have to stop.

This is William my man and this Wesley is married and he doesn't even interest me NA!!! End of the discussion between my heart my demonic spirit and my angelic spirit. I am in charge after all. So!!! Everybody keep their mouths shut, that's how I got to sleep.

Monday came too quickly and I realized that morning that I had been waiting for this day all weekend. The day before I had gone to bed at 9 p.m. just so that the next day would come quickly. Is it the nianga in front of the mirror you want to see? Is it the Yasmine lipstick you want to see? What about American eyebrow tracing? Ha the guy there was going to see that he was not the only one to be sexy.

However, I made it a point of honor to be sober in clothing by wearing black tuxedo pants and a dark green long-sleeved shirt and my pair of green heels as well. My make-up was simple but impeccable, with Emmy as my best friend, I had all the panoply and all the skills necessary to do my own make-up.

I drive towards the neighborhood where Wesley's business is located, my heart aches a little in my chest. I definitely hate this kind of situation or I manage to lose my means like that.

It was then that I made my decision. I'm not going to accept Wesley's proposal in any case my uncle has already found me a job anyway. I refuse this complication. My future is already mapped out.

I'm going to marry William and become Mrs. Ashley, I'm going to find a job, I'll have two wonderful children, a girl first and then a boy. It is out of the question that I start fantasizing about a 28-year-old kid who was lucky in life and who was married on top of that.

So I arrive in the famous building, I give myself a countenance and I arrive in the hall. I get announced like last time and climb the stairs trying to silence the voices in my head.

I arrive in the 2nd hall and the young lady in the hall greets me with a broad smile. I hadn't paid attention to her the last time. She is young and very pretty, she has an impeccably even complexion and beautiful white teeth. She seems very nice to me, I smile back as she picks up her phone to let me know, hangs up and tells me I can come in.

I push open the office door a little nervously and my heart starts pounding before I even see Wesley whose chair is empty. Before I turn my head...

— Hello Ashley.

The voice comes from behind, I turn around and see him sitting on a large sofa behind me, coffee in hand. My heart is racing again.

Me: Hello Wesley.

He gets up and walks towards me, straight towards me, I panic. I feel like I hear my blood running through my veins and he hears it too. He comes up to me and leans towards me, my eyes widen, I'm paralyzed.

What do I do? What do I say? What is happening? What does he want to do?

Wesley gets up and walks towards me, straight towards me, I panic. He comes up to me and leans towards me, my eyes widen, I'm paralyzed. What do I do? What do I say? What is happening? What does he want to do?

I feel really stupid all of a sudden. But damn he just gave me two very sober and normal kisses on the cheeks. What is happening to me? I wonder if he noticed my embarrassment. I look him in the eye and realize he's smiling at me. But why this smile?

Did he notice my embarrassment? Did that amuse him? Did my clumsiness make him laugh today like his made me laugh 12 years ago? No I wouldn't allow that. This idea is enough to bring me back to my composure. I looked super serious and walked away from him.

Wesley: Did you have a good weekend?

Me: Yes I had a great weekend and I'm here as planned we had an appointment.

Wesley: Come sit down please.

Heading to his office, coffee in hand, I settled in, trying to stay neutral. He handed me a 2-sheet document while talking.

Wesley: I wrote this contract for you, I suggest you work on a 3-month trial, then if there is mutual agreement, we'll see what happens. Here the job is essentially to negotiate and buy advertising space for our clients, it depends on our contracts with the clients. I'm not going to quote you everything, I think you pretty much know what a marketing and communication agency does. Kendall will give you the details and introduce you to the team members later. Read this contract if you decide to sign, the job starts in 6 days or next week.

He stopped for a minute, it looked like he was looking for what he could add, I had the impression that he was trying to convince me to come and work for him. But why? I had no professional experience.

I wonder if he still has a thing for me. This idea made me shiver, I was intrigued. I knew I was playing with fire and I had never been a big fan of fire. It was on, he wanted me to work there.

I read the contract and all I see is $150 thousand per month plus various bonuses, in particular for the contracts brought in, for the members of the team whose advertising campaign proposals are accepted. For me the salary was more than satisfactory for a trial contract and more. I had zero professional experience, it was incredible for me to have that at my first job.

Wesley watched me read the contract, even without looking up at him, I was troubled by his gaze on me. No, I couldn't agree to work with a married man in front of whom, Ashley, I was losing my means.

Wesley: Think carefully. This job is very demanding, we rarely have our weekend. Sometimes the client wants to launch his advertising campaign on a specific date and our deadlines are short to achieve all that so we sometimes work on Sunday, and sometimes sleep here.

WHAT!!!??? That it's always the job of what? Sorry I'm not here. "Let him go without jinxing you" boasted my angel, while my demon accused me: "if staying at work late and working hard is too much for you, it's because you're lazy and without ambition, then go back and stay housewife without disturbing anyone".

He realized that his last revelation had confused me a bit.

Wesley: I think you'll like it very much here.

He gets up and walks over to me, holding out his hand. I held out my hand as I stood up. When my fingers touched his, I nearly pulled my hand away at first because it felt like the current had hit me. My heart started beating again, my breathing quickened.

Wesley: Come and let me still introduce you to my team, it will allow you to see in what atmosphere you will work if you ever sign.

Me: Couldn't you wait for me to think about this contract first? As you know, I more or less committed myself elsewhere so it is not obvious for me to sign it. Is it so important to you that I work here?

Wesley: It's so important to me that you work here because I don't need someone who thinks they know everything because they have 5 or 10 years of work experience. I need a fresh, young, creative mind, someone who can help me come up with new concepts. I don't know if you understand.

Wow it looks like he really liked his job and I thought Emmy was right that the guy over there still pissed me off. The idea that he still had a crush on me quickly left me. I came back down to earth because his answer was satisfactory. I took a deep breath.

Me: I'll give you my answer tomorrow, I also need to discuss it with my fiancé.

I dropped it like a bomb, and I watched his reaction.

Wesley: Sure, that's the least we can do.

In the most natural tone, he had answered like that. So he wasn't jealous? I no longer understood anything. But who did he think he was?

We left the office, the girl at the reception (Kendall her name was) greeted us with a smile. Wesley pushed a door in front of her, the cleanliness of the place was impeccable, there were several offices separated by bosses

Everyone was in contact with everyone else, but the offices were spacious enough to have some semblance of privacy and the cubicles helped with hiding in case of an emergency. I counted seven men and four women, all of whom looked up as we entered.

Wesley: Everyone, I would like to introduce Ashley to you, our new collaborator. Ashley I let them introduce themselves.

« Hello Ashley, I'm Marcel, I'm Francis, Maggie, Nelson, Jean, Kendall, Armel, Céline, Marie... »

They all greeted me, I forgot the barely pronounced first names. They seemed very nice, all of them except one of the girls: Maggie. A very beautiful, very fair girl, her face attached, very haughty. She greeted me with such an indifferent expression. Tchrrrr do I eat at her place?

I talked a bit with the others who were frankly very welcoming and I took my leave. I left the room and walked over to Wesley's office to say goodbye to him too. I knock on the door before entering.

He was sitting on his desk, he gestured to me that he was on the phone, telling me to sit down. He was talking to his wife visibly, given the repeated smiles. Jealousy wanted to make me lose weight, I tossed and turned in my chair. Finally he hung up the phone.

Wesley: So they showed him around?

Me: no, I need to think about all this.

Wesley: Alright Think it over and know that I would really like to work with you.

He got up to come to me again there with his kisses. Before he arrived, I got up and held out my hand and hugged him before turning on my heels. Pffff!!! Finally alone. The contract in hand, I headed to my car thinking about what I was going to decide.

My uncle's office had offered me $100 thousand which I had already found good too but there! Wesley offers me more and I wonder what it would be like to work for him, with him.

Seeing him pass by every day, talking to him every day, I could no longer drive from my mind the evidence that I liked. Everything he did excited me, I desired it in spite of myself. Lord how am I going to do? I am a married woman (soon) and so is he.

Do I have to get into this and risk finding myself in a stormy and complicated situation? Do I have to say no to him to preserve the balance of my life? Is signing this contract committing myself to a land that leads to perdition?

« Ashley, sign that damn contract you only live once » My demon was telling me.

« I'm sorry Ashley, go work with your uncle, you leave behind the problems » My angel argued.

To be continued......