PGE Internacional was recognized as the leading company in the city of Cenepa, with a presence in multiple sectors: from restaurant chains and construction industries to the dynamic world of entertainment. Its influence was such that everyone in Cenepa and its surroundings knew the charismatic CEO, Alfonso Brescia.

Brescia stood out not only for his business success and fortune, but also for his imposing attractiveness and brilliant intelligence, qualities that made him an unrivaled man in business.

In the social and media sphere, he was known as "the playboy of the show business," as he was rarely seen without the company of a model or artist. However, rumors indicated that among all his conquests there was a favorite: Paula Navarro, a rising model who seemed to have earned a special place in the life of the powerful businessman.

A taxi stopped in front of an imposing building in the heart of the city. Abril Arias, from the window, contemplated the majestic facade. At the top stood the name "PGE Internacional," whose golden marble letters gleamed under the sunlight.

With moist eyes, she sighed before getting out of the vehicle. She paid the fare, adjusted her glasses, and walked towards the reception. Her mere presence immediately attracted attention: she wore designer clothes that revealed her high social status; her shapely figure and delicate, almost porcelain face made her impossible to ignore.

The employees began to murmur. Some suggested that she could be the new conquest of the CEO, Alfonso Brescia, although they were very wrong. In reality, Abril was serving a punishment imposed by her father, also a powerful businessman in the city.

"I am Alfonso Brescia's new secretary. Can you tell me where I should go?" she asked in an arrogant tone. Since childhood, she had been accustomed to giving orders and having everyone submit to her whims. However, her father had decided to give a drastic turn to her "Barbie" life.

The receptionist, surprised both by the way the young woman spoke and by the familiarity with which she referred to the CEO—whom everyone called "President Brescia"—could not believe what she was hearing. To top it off, she was not aware that her boss had hired a new secretary.

"Excuse me, Miss," she replied with a diplomatic smile while typing. "I was not informed of your arrival. Would you be so kind as to give me your name or show me your employee ID?"

Abril frowned. Impatience boiled in her blood.

"I don't know what ID you're talking about. I'm Abril Arias, and if you could hurry up, I would appreciate it. You must be more efficient; I'm not here to waste time."

The receptionist exchanged nervous glances with her colleagues, who, accustomed to dealing with arrogant people, watched her with sympathy and resignation. She, embarrassed, simply continued typing, although there was no trace of "Abril Arias" in the database.

"I'm sorry, Miss," she said cautiously, "but I can't find your name registered. If you want to see the CEO, you must request an appointment. You are not allowed to enter."

Abril's eyes flashed with anger.

"Miss, how dare you! I am not of your same class, nor do I need appointments to see anyone. If I want to see the president of the country, I do, and in an instant, he is sitting next to me. I am not here by choice, but to fulfill an absurd punishment. You better tell me where I should go, or you will regret this insolence for the rest of your life!"

The receptionist's face paled. She had never faced someone so haughty. Holding back tears, she picked up the phone and murmured:

"One moment, I'm going to make a call."

She dialed the CEO's assistant's number.

"Mr. Davila, excuse the interruption. There is a young lady here who claims to be Mr. Brescia's new secretary. Her name is Abril Arias... Should I let her in?"

Boris Davila, busy putting out a media scandal that linked his boss to another woman, raised an eyebrow incredulously.

"New secretary?" he repeated, trying to remember if something had escaped him. "The previous one resigned, yes, but... when was another one hired?"

Annoyed, he hung up and went immediately to the CEO's office. After knocking on the door and getting permission to enter, he reported:

"Boss, there's a young lady at reception who says she's your new secretary. Her name is Abril Arias. I had no knowledge of her hiring."

Alfonso looked up from the computer, frowning.

"Secretary? Aren't you supposed to take care of that? The previous one was incompetent. I hope you have chosen a better one."

Boris suppressed a malicious laugh. New secretary or new lover? he thought. With sarcasm, he replied:

"If you knew how to control yourself in the face of good hips and improved your character, it would be easier to find someone competent."

The CEO glared at him, ready to reprimand him. However, he remembered what his grandmother had told him over the weekend: that a young woman named Abril Arias would arrive to fill the position of secretary and learn about administration from him. She also warned him that he could not fire her without her authorization.

Alfonso sighed and, changing his tone, ordered:

"Let her come up. I almost forgot... it's Grandma's recommendation. We'll see what this woman wants."

Curiosity took hold of him. His grandmother did not trust just anyone, and that was enough to pique his interest.

For a young woman who had always been received with every attention at her father's company, waiting on her feet in the reception of another company was the worst of humiliations.

Abril Ganoza Arias, accustomed to having doors opened for her and being greeted with servile smiles, now felt the weight of indifference.

Until a few days ago, she was the pampered girl of the powerful Ganoza family: she lived shopping from store to store, between endless parties and drunken nights with friends who swore to be inseparable. However, when she lost the support of her last name and her fortune, those same friends disappeared, closing doors on her and treating her like just another stranger.

In the past, with the support of her millionaire parents, Abril had become the center of attention for everyone. Her supposed friends treated her like a celebrity, even going to the extreme of humiliating those with less economic power just to make her laugh.

That cruel spectacle was almost a ritual in her honor.

Now, in the uncomfortable silence of the reception, the arrogant heiress remembered the moment when her world collapsed.

It was that weekend, when she staggered into her house at dawn, with the hangover still throbbing in her temples. She was trying to get to her room without being seen, but as soon as she touched the lock, her father's thundering voice cut through the air:

"¡¡¡Abril Ganoza Arias, to the office!!!"

"The firm tone of Arturo Ganoza froze her blood. He had never called her that way before. With a sinking heart, she followed him to the office. There, her mother and brother were waiting for her, sitting in silence. Arturo remained standing, his gaze stern, his hands buried in his pockets."

"What a disappointment, Abril"he said with a voice full of pain". I am ashamed to see you like this. We gave you everything you could wish for so that you could take advantage of the opportunities and be someone in life, and all you have done is waste it."

"Abril lowered her head, unable to look him in the eye."

"I'm tired of your attitude. From this moment on, your cards are blocked. If you want to maintain your privileges, you will have to work. As a last act of compassion, I got a job for you: from Monday you will work at the Brescia's company."He paused, observing every gesture of his daughter". I don't know in what position exactly, but it's the last thing I'll do for you."

She wanted to reply, but her father interrupted her harshly:

"Tomorrow you will move to the apartment that belonged to your mother. If you ever want to come back, you will have to prove that you have changed. Learn that life is not easy, that nothing is given away."

"Dereck, her brother, wanted to protest, but Arturo glared at him."

"Don't get involved in this. Someday you will thank me, daughter… although I fear that by then it will be too late, that you will find me dead of so much anger."

"With that said, he turned around and left, slamming the door."

"Abril burst into tears. Her mother, with tears in her eyes, got up to hug her and caress her face."

"It's for your own good, darling. Never doubt it. I love you, and I will always be here for you."

"Then she went after her husband, because she knew him well: he suffered more than he showed."

"Abril was left with Dereck, her brother and accomplice for life. He hugged her tightly."

"Don't worry, little sister. I'll help you, you won't lack anything."

But she, between sobs, wiped away her tears with a determination she had never had:

"No, Dereck. Don't do anything to anger him. Everyone thinks I'm a airhead, but I'll show them I'm not. I will succeed and make them feel proud. This is my challenge… and I accept it."

"Her brother smiled sadly, but also with hope."

"Then I will be by your side until the end. You will never be alone."

At the reception, the receptionist had to gently touch Abril's arm to bring her out of her memories.

"Miss, are you okay?"

"Huh? Sorry… what did you say?" "she replied disoriented."

"President Brescia is waiting for you on the thirtieth floor."

Abril nodded and headed to the CEO's exclusive elevator, unaware of the mistake.

Alfonso Brescia's office was a temple of luxury and power. The window showed a majestic view of the city. Sitting behind a mahogany desk, with his chin resting on one hand and playing with a collector's pen in the other, Alfonso waited.

His blue eyes, cold and calculating, were fixed on the door. Abril Arias, he repeated silently. The name had been on his mind since he heard it from his assistant.

The elevator opened and a dazzling figure appeared. Boris, with a half smile, led her to the office and whispered to her before letting her pass:

"Good luck, miss."

Abril ignored the warning and entered as if she were walking on a runway. Alfonso looked up and was surprised: that woman was a perfect mix of sweetness and sensuality, with a halo of mystery in her black eyes and chestnut hair that framed a doll-like face.

The CEO analyzed her in seconds: she looked more like his sister's model than a secretary. He suspected that his grandmother was manipulating him to meet that woman.

The silence between them became almost uncomfortable. Alfonso broke it with an ironic tone:

"If you're done admiring me, take a seat. I'll tell you your functions"Alfonso said when he saw Abril's fixed gaze on him.

Abril pouted.

"Look, I don't. I like them my age. You're too old for my taste. And with how bitter you are, you must already have wrinkles. Do you want me to recommend a good cream?"

Alfonso froze. No one, absolutely no one, had ever spoken to him like that.

"Insolent brat…"he squeezed the pen with rage". Here you are nothing more than an employee. If you want to keep your job, you will learn to respect and obey. And remember: what you see or hear in this company must not leave here. If you fail me, you will regret it for the rest of your life. Are we clear?"

Abril clenched her fists and glared at him.

"I don't care what you think of me. I'm not here because I want to be, and if you want to fire me, you'd be doing me a favor. I'm not one of your walking dolls."

She stood up with elegance, adjusted her bag and added with irony:

"Without further ado, Mr. Bitter, I prefer the handsome guy outside to explain my functions. From now on I will be deaf and mute."

She stuck her tongue out at him and left with a slam, leaving behind the most powerful CEO in the country, with the vein on his forehead throbbing and the remains of a broken pen in his hand.

No one, ever, had called him old and ugly. All the women venerated him, sought him out, idolized him… but that brat had defied him, and he would not forgive that affront.

Boris had been listening to everything from behind the door. At first, he thought Abril was just another one of his boss's conquests, disguised with the title of "secretary." But what he heard left him speechless.

"This is wonderful!!" he shouted inside. Finally, someone had arrived who was capable of standing up to that arrogant man whom everyone feared.

He didn't know whether to laugh incredulously or celebrate. The truth is that this young woman had faced him without hesitation, had yelled at him like no one dared.

Abril had become, unintentionally, his winning horse in this clash of egos. Finally, Alfonso Brescia would receive a little of his own medicine: cold words, arrogance, insolence, the same that he handed out to everyone without mercy.

Secretly, Boris moved away from the door and waited. When Abril came out, their eyes met and, for a moment, they shared an accomplice smile.

Afterwards, he accompanied her to human resources to sign the contract and showed her some areas of the company, explaining her new functions.

Abril started her first day with a defiant smile. If the CEO thought she was going to let herself be trampled, he was very wrong. She was not like those people who bowed their heads before the powerful. She was Abril Ganoza Arias, heiress of the second most influential family in the city and the country.

She would only have to endure a few months of "extreme training." She would take it as a life challenge, then she would return to her princess life and, most importantly, she would prove to her father that she was not the airhead that everyone thought she was.

After signing, Boris trained her in her duties: answering calls, scheduling appointments, bringing coffee with all the boss's eccentricities, and fulfilling an endless list of tasks.

Afterwards, he left to take care of matters that only he could solve.

Meanwhile, Alfonso remained in his office, frustrated. He could not accept that a simple girl had insulted him and raised her voice.

"Abril Arias…" he muttered her name, as if savoring it with rage.

He shook his head and called his assistant:

"I want all the information on that woman. Now."

He didn't even let Boris respond with an "okay," he cut the call immediately.

The morning passed between clashes. Alfonso tried to get Abril to treat him with the servile obedience of all his employees, who lowered their gaze and trembled at his mere presence. But she did things her way. Her goal was clear: to get him to fire her.

Later, after complaining about the "most disgusting coffee he had ever tasted in his life," Alfonso ordered her to order lunch from his favorite restaurant, as he would be eating with his friend Carlo.

"And why don't you just fire her?" Carlo asked, incredulous, as he uncorked his whiskey.

Alfonso sighed and replied:

"Because it's a favor I'm doing for my grandmother. I don't know what the hell that spoiled brat did to get her to ask me to give her a job."

At that moment, Abril burst into the office without knocking.

"Haven't you been taught to knock before entering?!" Alfonso shouted, red with fury.

She jumped, showing fear for a second, but immediately changed to annoyance.

"Don't yell at me again. People understand by talking. We are in modern times, not in the Stone Age. Here is your food," she said, leaving the bags on top of the important papers, without caring if she ruined them, and slammed the door as she left.

Carlo burst out laughing.

"Friend, your karma has a first and last name: Abril Arias!"

"Alfonso Brescia's karma has not yet been born," his friend replied, clenching his teeth. "Stop talking nonsense. Let's have lunch."

As evening fell, Abril packed her things with annoyance. Her feet hurt from the trips to the cafeteria and the rounds distributing documents. For someone with secretarial experience it was normal, but for her it was an ordeal. And on top of that with the worst boss in the world, she thought.

She went up to the CEO's exclusive elevator without caring about the murmurs. Since she was little she had lived surrounded by luxuries and servitude, and now that apartment—nice for anyone—seemed like a prison to her.

Without credit cards, without expensive restaurants, with a pantry full of food that she didn't know how to prepare. It was hell.

At the exit, she bumped into a stunning blonde.

"Starving!" the woman shouted. "Watch where you're going! If you ruin what I'm wearing, you couldn't pay for it in your whole miserable life."

It was Paula, a rising model who thought she was queen of the world for being the CEO's "woman."

Abril tried to ignore her and go on her way, but Paula grabbed her wrist tightly, burying her nails in her skin.

"Apologize if you don't want your life to be hell."

The employees who were leaving at that hour began to surround them, whispering.

Abril, with narrowed eyes, remembered the words of her father, the contempt of her boss and the accumulated rage. With contained fury, she raised her hand and slapped Paula with such force that she made her let go.

"Don't ever touch me again in your life, old airhead. And no, I wouldn't pay for those horrible rags, not because I can't, but because I have better taste. Your clothes are cheap replicas and your body is pure plastic." Having said this, she pushed the curious onlookers and made her way out, leaving with her head held high.

Paula was speechless, with her mouth open and her eyes wide. Everyone respected her as "the future Mrs. Brescia," but now she had been humiliated in front of dozens of witnesses.

That night, Abril arrived devastated at her apartment. She opened the door and was greeted by the aroma of freshly made food. When she saw her brother coming down the stairs, she ran to hug him.

"Dereck!"

"My little light, my little angel," he wrapped his strong arms around her. "How was your day?"

She burst into tears. Dereck kissed her head tenderly.

"Okay, don't cry. I bought you your favorite pizza."

They spent the night together, eating and watching a movie. Dereck suffered in silence when he saw his sister's pain, but he was determined to support her.

Meanwhile, Alfonso was dealing with Paula, who was exaggerating the story of the incident.