Chapter 3

• She was very distressed because she didn't know if he would cover the expenses of that hospital. In addition, she remembered what her friend wrote to her about her mother. Just at that moment, a nurse arrived, who would take her in a wheelchair for some tests and exams.
• Donald didn't allow the nurse to take her, but offered himself to do it. Once they took the X-rays, they went out to wait for the results. When they called her to hand them over, that was when Donald discovered her name: Yves Johnson.
• According to the information she provided, she was 20 years old, her address was unknown. Once the doctor reviewed the results, he discharged her, as she only had bruises and contusions. Donald paid for the medical treatment and would take her home.
• "Alright, Yves, let's go to take you!" Donald ordered, opening the door of his Ferrari for her to get in and then he got in himself, joining the normal traffic at that time.
• "Do you accept an invitation for lunch?" he asked.
• "I am extremely grateful to you for everything you have done, but my mom urgently needs this medication because the pain is very strong," she assured him, with much sadness.
• "Please, forgive me! But you need to understand, she should have been injected hours ago," she said, showing him the package she was holding in her hands, with a pleading look.
• "No problem, I understand perfectly," for him, this was new, it was the first time a woman rejected his invitation.
• He glanced as she squeezed her hands, showing strong distress. Suddenly, she let the tears flow again, feeling a strong pressure, like a bad premonition. He turned to her and said:
• "Please, Yves, calm down. When things happen, it's for a reason. Do you believe in God?" he asked, with a comforting look.
• "Totally," she responded. "If it weren't for Him, my mother would have died a long time ago. Everything is thanks to His infinite mercy."
• "Then believe in Him, whatever happens, no matter what, it's for your own good and your mother's," Donald assured her.
• "Thank you," she responded, wiping her tears with the back of her hands. He handed her his handkerchief for her to clean herself.
• "My name is Donald Evans, I am at your service for whatever you need. Look for me at my office tomorrow morning at nine o'clock," he said, extending his business card to her.
• Yves, taking the card, thanked him again. Then, she got out of the vehicle and ran towards the entrance of the house where she lived. As she ran, she thought about the appropriate clothes for that interview with him, so she would ask her friend for help.
• Seeing her friends crying on the doorstep of her room, she ran and threw herself onto her mother, who was still breathing but with great difficulty. She immediately injected her, but called one of her neighbors to take her to the hospital.
• The next day, her friend arrived early at the hospital so that she could attend the interview. In addition, she brought suitable clothes for this appointment. In this way, Yves left an hour early to arrive on time, so that ten minutes before nine, she was standing in front of the entrance of the Evans & Company Tower. She entered, identified herself to the receptionist, who looked at her from head to toe in astonishment, as she did not seem like the type of woman the new CEO liked.
• Yves was wearing tight jeans, a loose blouse with a white top underneath, and low sandals of the same color. After a few brief minutes, Donald's assistant informed the receptionist to let her in immediately.
• The young woman handed Yves a pass, accompanied her to the elevator, and instructed her to walk down the left side of the hallway when she reached the twelfth floor, looking for the CEO's office.
• She located the office, entered, and was attended to by a young woman who looked like a magazine model. In addition to being very friendly, she smiled at her and ushered her into the CEO's office, where he was waiting for her.
• Donald, upon seeing her, examined her as he had done the previous day, noticing that she looked better. Although there were certain dark circles on his face.
• "Hello, beautiful, how are you?" he asked with a wide and friendly smile that reached his eyes.
• "With a little bit of sleepiness, but here I am," she replied.
• "And why are you sleepy?" he asked, smiling with her, as he spoke without filter.
• When he smiled, Yves felt something moving inside her, at the level of her abdomen, believing it was butterflies fluttering inside her.
• "I spent the rest of the day yesterday and the whole night at the hospital with my mom," she replied, looking directly into his eyes.
• He approached her, took her hand, and led her to a table set with a delicious breakfast for two. He asked her, "And what happened with your mom? You could have called me."
• "You did so much for me yesterday, it was impossible to bother you again," she affirmed, very grateful.
• He helped her sit down, then he sat down himself, taking the napkin, unfolding it, and placing it on his lap. Observing his movements, she imitated him exactly, to avoid making a mistake, as she had never eaten in a restaurant in her life, let alone a private formal meal for two.
• While he served her, she narrated everything she experienced with her mom, from the moment he left her in the room where she resides, to how she had spent the night. He was concerned about the situation she and her mother were living through, so he asked her, "Is that medical diagnosis reliable?"
• "Absolutely. I have never had, nor will I ever have, money that can be taken away from me to give me an incorrect diagnosis. Besides, all of Dr. Miller's patients consider him to be an authority and just as good as his father."
• "The oncologist? If it's him, it's true, both the father and the son are very good," he confirmed. She nodded her head in agreement.
• Donald, feeling something special for Yves, especially an immense desire to protect her and help her, as he had done with so many people on his travels, wished her a good appetite and that she would enjoy the food, so that they could later discuss the matter for which he had brought her here...