The Grant Holder 3

-Did Don Pablo call for me?- Ismael asks, visibly worried.

Many things have gone through his mind since he arrived. Maybe Don Pablo didn't take well what happened on Friday night, these rich people can be capricious and strange at times.

Will he fire him? Will he warn him about something?

"Come in, Ismael, good morning," Pablo responds. Ismael enters and closes the door behind him. He remains standing in front of Pablo, who pretends to review something important on his Excel spreadsheet and transcribes some numbers that are of no importance, just for the pleasure of seeing him standing in front of him in a laboral submissive attitude.

Ismael is wearing work clothes, a t-shirt, industrial pants, boots, and a hard hat that he holds in his hand as a sign of respect.

"Sit down, I'll attend to you now," Pablo says with a tone of indifference. Ismael becomes even more nervous, sits down with his long and large legs wide open in the chair. In his crotch, the bulge of his thick penis and his two testicles are noticeable, which Pablo has already memorized. Ismael looks at Pablo and then diverts his gaze around the office, moving his leg nervously.

Pablo closes the laptop he was pretending to work on and folds it slightly to put his arms on the desk - "you're overqualified to be in the warehouse" - Ismael's blood freezes, he's going to fire him, and he fears it's because of that "scene" at his house, he shouldn't have gone so far.

"I've already spoken with the personnel department," Pablo says, Ismael holds back the urge to beg him to let him finish - "we're going to transfer you to the management team, you're going to be my assistant."

Ismael tries to understand what Pablo just told him... not only is he not going to fire him, but he's going to promote him.

"I don't quite understand what that means, Mr. Pablo," Ismael says, surprised and eager to hear it again to confirm.

"It means you're going to work directly with me, assisting me in management. I think that as an administration student, at your age, you need to have a complete vision of how a company is run," Pablo says, standing up and extending his hand.

Ismael stands up and responds with a strong handshake, which Pablo expects - "what's next then?" Ismael asks.

"What's next is that you're going to go sign some papers at the personnel department, and I'll expect you in the parking lot, we're going to buy you a suit," Pablo says, walking towards the door.

"A suit?" Ismael asks.

"Actually, we'll need to get you two suits, you're going to ruin one quickly," Pablo responds.

"But I don't have money for even one," Ismael says.

"Don't worry, consider it part of your benefits, I couldn't have you as my assistant dressed like that," Pablo replies.

The suit purchase is both exciting and fun, Pablo enjoys behaving like an older brother and taking his "little Is...