PENÉLOPE
I had told my lawyer that I wanted to go to trial.
I didn't want to give Ulises a single chance to be at peace. I was resentful, perhaps, I don't know, but it was definitely something I wanted to resolve legally, even if it endangered my company. Seeing his anguished face would be priceless.
I was working sitting on the balcony of my suite, reviewing some office tasks on my laptop that Camille had sent me when my phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Tell me you're still using Fendi and Victoria's Secret as underwear," I heard Camille's voice on the other end of the phone.
"Of course I am." I had a collection of lingerie and kept up with their latest models, as sometimes those kinds of sensual garments helped me design some jewelry that could represent sensuality and elegance at
