Narrated byJULIET

"Ufffff."

I sigh as I stand in the elevator, leaning against the glass wall staring at nothing, praying that God will hear my thoughts and give Kerem and his company another chance. He doesn't deserve anything that has happened. I have thrown away my last attempt by managing to leave a message for Mr. Massera through the contact of one of his assistants that Elijah has given me, but I don't even know if he will give it to him, or if we will continue in Silicon Valley for when that happens.

One floor above the elevator stops before taking me to my room. I thought I would spend two weeks in this place. In the end it became only four days since tomorrow we are leaving, everything being ruined by my sole responsibility. It was announced, whether I like it or not, since from the first minute we did not correspond properly for a working relationship with my boss.

On the first floor, the doors open and someone enters. He is a man with a perfume that, if he had the power to melt people in his path, he would do so without a doubt. Tall, manly, mature, maybe seven or eight years older than Kerem, he has a thick beard with an overwhelming presence, he knows himself to be handsome, and he has a look that could melt the Arctic.

"Good evening" he says to me as he passes by, but after marking the floor he's going to, he looks at me again "Hey, hello, how are you?"

His greeting is brief, but indicates that he knows me.

It's confusing me? I feel trapped, I don't want to make him believe that I am a person who is on the same level as him.

"U-uh, hello! I'm well and you?"

The words run over in my mouth when I speak to him, feeling that very strong manly aroma impacting me fully.

Holy Virgin of Handsome, Wealthy, Powerful and Mature Men, have mercy on me and give me coherence in these situations of temptation that do not collaborate with my common sense. Thank you very much!

"Fine, thanks," he answers with his hoarse voice and looks back to the front when he notices that he has intimidated me. Surely he likes women with a stronger character and presence, something that with me in these conditions he will hardly achieve.

"Excuse me... do I know you?"

This time he looks at me again.

"I think so. Aren't you Kerem's son's nanny?"

Flicker.

And I remember.

Thinking back to the day he was talking to my boss and then he left me to go talk to this man. Of course I know who he is, but what I never could have imagined is that he would remember me.

"Isac?" I ask, reviewing when Kerem greeted him.

"Ian," he corrects me. "You must be Judith."

Yes, it is clear that he remembers me because my boss must have called me that. He calls me anyway, except by my name.

"Actually, my name is Juliet and I'm not little Ali's babysitter, I'm the person in charge of teaching him Turkish."

"Oh, wow. That's wonderful, language teacher?"

"Yep."

He stretches out his hand and greets me, looking into my eyes. S-should I...make...physical contact with him? Coordinate, Juliet, make those neurons of yours work and react. I also extend my hand and shake it.

My crotch is shivering as I do it, I think something in me is getting wet and I'll start dripping at any second.

"My name is Ian, a pleasure. I am in charge of energy capital investment and it will be a pleasure to work with you one day in language translation if you ever want to expand."

I blink, terrified.

Is he serious? Is he offering me a job? Sure, he says when I get the chance because now I'm supposed to be working for Kerem, but it won't always be like that because from tomorrow I'll be a woman rated by a web platform again.

"Thank you," I say, and I notice something else as our hands finally part before I completely melt. "I suspect that you are not an American."

"Oh yeah?"

"The accent."

He nods.

"You're good," he declares.

"Canadian?"

"Correct."

Bingo. I think I have added a point in my favor.

Too soon the elevator doors stop at my floor and it's time for me to go down to my room.

He hands me his unlocked cell phone and with one hand locks the elevator doors.

"Here. Look for yourself."

I give him the link to my LinkedIn page so that he knows about my professional profile before my personal profile (I don't have much uploaded on my private networks, in fact those don't interest me at all, I should check what I have uploaded there) and then I say goodbye and go down.

Upon entering my room, I shiver all over trying to enter. It doesn't have to be true, what just happened?

Did I find a job or did I try to be seduced? Maybe both.

Once I enter the room where I have to start packing my suitcase, I discover that I have a request from Mr. Ian. When I see his LinkedIn name, I track him down on instagram later and start going through his old posts.

Realizing something else.

There are comments from Zara. I recognize her immediately from her profile picture. I feel a sudden chill since she is still there, in her networks, as if she were still alive, as if nothing had changed.

With some famous people, Instagram gives them a kind of legend, but with Zara they didn't, she has a private account and I would like to send her a request to review her stuff, but I don't.

Ian, on the other hand, does not have a private account.

Just a few hearts and supportive comments from Zara. He and Kerem were obviously good friends.

I discover something else. Ian and Zara shared a network of jobs in the same investment chain, although she was dedicated to a different field, according to what I see.

That woman, so beautiful, with such vitality, with projects, with a family in its early days, with a wonderful profession, a perfect life, a handsome and powerful husband, as well as a beautiful son who is pure light.

Sigh.

I think I understand Kerem.

I understand why he would continue to honor her memory. She was a perfect woman, not at all feasible to surpass, too high a bar.

Boom boom boom.

My heart leaps into my throat when I hear a pounding on the door. Sounds like someone angry.

Once I recover from the jump I just made at hearing the noises, I take everything out of my phone as if I've been caught doing something bad and stand up to go to the door.

"Who is it?" I ask from my side.

They pound the door again.

I think they are going to throw it away at any moment and I already know who it can be. I have no other viable alternative.

Opening the door, I find Kerem's enraged eyes on me. So handsome, so beautiful, but so stupid and irritable.

"Juliet Mindy, what the hell did you do?"

Oh oh. Now what? At least my full name is known!