My Dear Mr. Nice

Chapter 64 : Where Is The Right Place To Pick It Up?

Chapter 64 : Where is the right place to pick it up?

Hearing Adriana's unhappy complaint, Ivanna turned her head.

-I, not that I understand..... Forget it, never mind, right now I have to get ready for the show! I want to

be a success.

Adriana looked at Ivanna mischievously.

-You're so stupid! -You're so stupid!

Adriana looked towards the landscape that was moving away, Micaela, I'm not going to let you escape

like this!

...

In the office, Ai cries and apologizes to Natalia. She says she has been cheated on by Alonso, who

also argues unconvincingly, and the two end up arguing to exhaustion. natalia really doesn't want to

see and tells security to throw them both out.

At last quiet was restored on the 8th floor.

The director of department 1 had been fired and now needed a replacement and department 2 was a

man down.....

Natalia patted Kiki on the shoulder, looked back at Micaela and returned to her office on the top floor.

The others also returned to their posts and went off to do their thing.

Kiki stood next to Micaela and looked at her with a smile on her face.

-Micaela, congratulations, you won! Well done.

-And thanks to you too, Kiki! -said Micaela with sincerity.

Ana came closer and said mischievously.

-Micaela, after all the money you've won, you shouldn't have to buy!

-Yes, my pleasure! A delight!

The co-workers were up in arms.

Micaela smiled and nodded her head in agreement.

-Okay, I'll invite everyone over for dinner on Friday night!

The next day there was no work, so no one had to get up early.

-Oh, yes!

Kiki calmed everyone's excitement before everyone calmed down and got back to work.

Micaela sat in her seat when suddenly her phone rang with a text message.

Micaela opened it and it was a message that 100. 000 had arrived.

"Real quick."

It was the first time she had won that much money, so Micaela was very excited and immediately told

Alba about it. NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

But Alba didn't respond.

"At this time of night, Alba should be sleeping."

After moving the phone back and forth, Micaela bit her lip.

"This phone is so ridiculously expensive! I have a feeling I owe Carlos a lot of money. And money to

redecorate the house, which I have to pay up front because I can't get in touch with the owner."

Although she knew Carlos didn't need her to pay, she didn't want to be indebted to him.

There was already a big difference in status between the two of them, and she would feel even worse

and despise herself if she took everything he had for granted.

She wanted to be on the same level as him, or at least not too far away, she wanted to be able to

match him....

Micaela's face flushed, she had just admitted that Carlos was her boyfriend making her a little shy,

good thing Carlos wasn't here, otherwise she really couldn't tell....

Actually, they still haven't made their relationship between them clear!

Micaela has never asked what Carlos is really about either....

Maybe it was a kind of escapism, she didn't want to know how noble his identity really was, as if that

would bring the two of them closer....

Micaela picked up her phone and went to Carlos' Whatsapp account.

His avatar was a black cartoon character on a background and his nickname was very simple, a

special symbol.

The circle of friends was empty, nothing.

Micaela opens the dialog box and writes.

Carlos, thanks for today!

As with Alba, there was no response.

Micaela thought he must be busy too, so she thought no more about it and hung up the phone to

dedicate herself to the task at hand.

It had been a few days since she had taken on another design assignment and was now working on

the computer.

At the end of the day, Alba called, and Micaela spent half an hour on the phone on the balcony, talking

and laughing out loud as Alba described the morning's events.

Not yet finished, her phone suddenly vibrated with a Whatsapp message.

Micaela unconsciously looked in front of her and saw that it was Carlos who had answered!

She hastily hung up the phone and opened the Whatsapp.

-Okay. I'll pick you up in the evening.

Micaela's heart raced and she answered.

-Are you back?

-Yes.

Carlos replied, incredibly briefly, and then sent another.

-Where would be a good place for me to pick you up?

Micaela, though puzzled, replied.

-Where I got off before.

Carlos sent a question mark.

"Forgotten?"

Micaela thought and sent the address of that intersection.

-San Jorge Street," she thought, then wrote, "I get off at five-thirty.

-Well, wait for me.

Micaela stared at the words for a long moment before putting her phone away....

"We haven't spoken for a week..."

It was close to five o'clock when Micaela began to have trouble concentrating on her drawing. She was

a little nervous at the prospect of seeing Carlos soon.

At 5:15 p. m., her phone vibrated.

Micaela looked up and a message from Carlos appeared on the screen.

I'm here.

Micaela's heart skipped a beat and she decided to leave work a few minutes early.

Micaela quickly gathered her things, greeted her colleagues and left the office.

It was a few minutes' walk and Micaela was running to get there. From a distance she saw a black car

parked at the curb.

"Looks like it feels different..."

Micaela didn't think about it and tried to open the back door, but it wouldn't open, and then she noticed

that there was no one in the back seat.

"Is he driving himself today?"

She looked over to the driver's side and saw Carlos gesturing with his chin toward the passenger seat.

Micaela couldn't help but think about it. -Does he want to be alone with me? -The thought made her

face heat up a little.

The thought made the temperature of her face rise a little....

He opened the door and sat down, looking at Carlos who was staring straight ahead....

Micael put on his seatbelt first and that strange sensation intensified....

A long, slender finger immediately pressed the center lock.

Micael watched his movement and looked at Carlos in disbelief, stared seriously for a few seconds,

and suddenly gasped and put his hand to the door:.

-You're not Carlos!

Micaela tried several times, the door wouldn't open! Her heart was beating uncontrollably.

Now she realized what was wrong.

She hadn't even opened the door herself when she got into the car, since she had been in Carlos' car!

Usually either Diego opened the door or Carlos did.

And the fact that this man never looked her in the face!

And this man's sideways face looked exactly like Carlos'!

Micaela was very surprised.

The car had started and was heading in a direction she didn't know about.

-I haven't opened my mouth yet and you recognize that I'm not him?

He and Carlos looked more alike on the side of the face, but few people could tell them apart at a

glance!

Today he had purposely dressed in Carlos' style and had gone to do his hair just like his....

"This woman is special!"