Fitting in

Rory’s POV

The three days that Rory had to be alone in the house with Marcos Salazar Senior, were like a medieval torture. No matter what she did Rory would always bump into him. He would grunt and Rory would apologize a hundred times until the Spaniard was out of sight. It wasn’t until the second night that Rory managed some work.

“Sr. Salazar,” said Rory walking into the living room overseeing the city, “Iré a hacerme algo de comer, ¿gusta?”

Mr. Salazar lowered the newspaper he had been reading to eye the girl, “No gracias,” he said and resumed his activity. Aurora nodded and spun in her heel and headed for the kitchen.