CEO In Love With His Secretary

👩‍💼'' Hello friends, I'm going to tell you my little story. My name is Fidèle Noah, yes it's ugly I know. I don't understand why my parents gave me this name, it's so old-fashioned and not really suitable for a girl like me. I'm the eldest in my family, I'm 30 years old, and yes, I'm already a big girl, still single and childless. You'll understand why I don't have children, it's voluntary. I come from a modest family, formerly rich but now poor because I'm practically the only one who brings food into the house.

I live with my little sister Lydie, who is still at school, and my father François Noah, who struggles to help me with the household chores. It's not always easy because he's sick all the time, he's diabetic and hypertensive, so he's often off work. I don't know what we'd have done if we'd been renting, given the high cost of living in the economic capital, which isn't easy. My mother pffff I don't like talking about her, she gets on my nerves. I often listen to people talking highly of their mothers, saying that they're their god and all that, it makes me sad. I would so much have liked my mother to be like other people's mothers, but too bad, she preferred herself to us. A few years ago my father lost his job, a job that kept us out of trouble, and I still remember those days well. We were so happy, an almost perfect family, my father took good care of us and his wife, and we lacked nothing. One evening, my father came home from work all downcast and looking desperate. The worst had happened, he'd lost his job due to a serious problem his company was experiencing, they'd had to lay off some employees and him at the same time. The world collapsed before our eyes, my father didn't have a plan B, nothing at all, and my mother, a housewife, was also counting on him. The family's lifestyle began to decline little by little until he could find another job. It seemed as if bad luck was on his side, because he couldn't find anything to do despite his skills, not even a sub-trade. That year was the hardest, my mother couldn't stand the extreme hardship we were in, and one morning we woke up to find she'd deserted us without a trace or a word. I was 22, I could already look after my family like a woman. So I took over, wiped away my father's tears and took care of him like a baby. He'd lost his self-confidence, lost the love of his life and thought he'd lost our respect at the same time. But it wasn't to be. My little sister and I gave him all the love children could give their dad. Little by little, he picked himself up and took on a series of odd jobs, thanks to which I was able to get my bachelor's degree and stop going to school. It was time for me to assume my responsibilities as an older sister. I started to look for work, I did any kind of job as long as it brought me something, with what I earned and what my father brought in we could manage and continue to pay for Lydie's studies. Until the day my father fell, it was a second shock for us, he had stopped working and I was the only one bringing in money. Not to mention his medication, medical care and visits. With all this, we could no longer manage the rent, so we accepted his older brother's offer to live with him.

Here we are to this day. You can understand that after everything I've been through so far, I haven't been able to think about having a child, not even by accident. I've always taken precautions, for me my family comes first and despite what we're going through I wouldn't want to, it would be irresponsible for me to bring home another burden and even my little sister I tell her this all the time. She's a beautiful, intelligent 20-year-old who's just started university and is studying finance. Our mother's departure affected her a lot, she cried sometimes about her absence and I couldn't do anything, I didn't know where she was until the day her sister, my aunt, told us she was living with a white man, a white man of all things. My mother is a bad woman, I hate her, you'll think I'm harsh, too bad, it's just how I feel, I don't want to see her today or tomorrow... I'll never stop her from seeing her mother, but I'll never let her cross her path. I'll never be like her, I'll never abandon my children because I've seen a white man with more money, a child that woman Stuippp. I hope she's happy wherever she is.

Now let's get into my little life, as you go along you'll find out more about me. I'm 1m70 for 60 kilo, yes I'm a model, or it's starvation or it's really my weight ohh I don't know mdr. But I like it, I feel good in my skin. I'm not ashamed of it as some people are who go and spoil their skin because they want to shine and then they become ugly. I don't have any girlfriends, unless you call friends and acquaintances girlfriends. I don't like to bother with people who don't add anything to my life, I hate wasting my time with hypocritical self-interested girlfriends and all, my sister and father are enough if I want to confide in them I just talk to them. Some people say that I'm insolent, impulsive and I've got a big mouth, hahahaha I can still accept that I've got a big mouth, I don't like being stepped on, I've got a strong character and I'm always on the defensive, maybe it's a flaw, I don't know. I'm always tense because of the situation we live in at home, my father's illness which worries me because of that I can be really annoying but that doesn't make me a bad person, those who know me well know that I'm very loyal with a big heart. Apart from that, I have a boyfriend called Moussa, he's a Muslim, we've been together for over a year. To tell you the truth, it's not a relationship I take to heart, I'm not in love, he's just there to show me a good time, you know, because in the sack he's too wedded I'm always satisfied. As for him, I don't think he thinks much of me, he's already cheated on me several times but I don't care, it's his problem, I don't have the time to manage his libido. Besides, he's probably got a woman waiting for him in the village, so why should I get attached to him?