My Dear Mr. Nice novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37 : Open the door, I'm at your door.

Micaela threw down her phone violently.

"Am I in love?"

...

Thinking about what Alba said, Micaela sat up violently.

"Yes! I just have to call and ask, there are so many things I want to ask him!"

Micaela found Carlos' number and dialed ....

Her heart raced, but the call went unanswered, there was no sound on the line!

"Well, I'm not ready yet either, never mind, never mind..."

Micaela felt a little disappointed and relieved. She put the phone down and hid under the covers.

-Beep... beep...

Suddenly, the sound of the phone being answered was heard....

Micaela got out of bed as if she had been electrocuted and looked at the phone in disbelief. The phone had been answered!

"I just hung up the phone, but it's not working because Ivanna hit it? What can I do, what can I do..."

Micaela holds the phone with a look of anxiety and confusion....

"If I hang up the phone right now, it seems weird to me."

Micaela was frantic as if she was holding a fire instead of a phone.

...

On the other side of the ocean, it was daylight this time.

A meeting was being held on the top floor of the MZ Building with all the branch general managers.

The large conference room was lavishly decorated, with a large oval table in the center and two rows of CEOs sitting at attention.

In the most prominent position was Carlos, who sat with one hand on his chin and a cold stare, listening intently to the meeting report in English.

The entire plush conference room was shrouded in an atmosphere of seriousness.

The blond man speaking was so nervous that his legs were shaking.

The chairman didn't need to get angry, he just had to look at him with those cold eyes and he would shiver!

"I'm unlucky today, the project is 0, 05 percentage points below the expected profitability..."

Blondie thought he was going to die a horrible death today....

Carlos' phone was on the clean meeting table.

His phone was on silent mode and the screen lit up when a call came in.

Carlos casually glanced at the number on it and immediately sat up.

He picked up the phone with one hand and made a silent gesture with the other.

The blond immediately fell silent at the sight of it, and the room went so quiet.

Carlos picked up the phone and answered it.

There was silence on the other end of the line as well, and then a woman's timid voice reached his ear.

-Carlos?

Carlos' heart suddenly sank, and a smile appeared on his face.

-What?

The CEOs gasped, as if they had seen a UFO.

"Our serious president is smiling? What's going on?"

That "how" was the softest sound they had heard from Carlos in all the years they had worked under him!

Carlos completely ignored the commotion in the room.

He could picture Micaela's sheepish face in his mind.

-Has, have you eaten yet? -With that, Micaela bit her lip even harder.

"What nonsense am I asking!"

-I've eaten, and you've come home? -Carlos' voice was low and elegant as a cello.

Micaela's heart, beating wildly, slowly calmed down and her hands gently tugged at the blankets.

-Yes, what are you doing? It's so quiet," Micaela asked, but then wondered, "Am I out of line asking this?"

Carlos stood up, ignoring the shocked faces in the room, and motioned to adjourn the meeting. He glanced at Diego, then picked up his phone and left the room.

The blond speaker was instantly and immensely grateful that the president had taken the call.