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were her things waiting to be packed for the move that I was forced to make. - One more dose, please. - I raised the glass to the waiter, who soon brought me another tequila. I would spend my last few cents getting drunk and drinking quality alcohol. If I was going to be broke, I would be a drunk bankrupt with [1] class. Then I would only have the Corotes left. It had been a shit day, I spent all of it looking for resources to get back on my feet, but the banks were vulture sons of bitches and they really wanted to see me fucked.

They took my last pennies, as did the government, the renter of the apartment I rented near the hospital, that expensive bar and the business world. I even had to sell my house and move closer to where my mother was treated. When I made the wrong negotiations and choices, I didn't even think about what I was deciding, I just followed and always smiled, so that she didn't feel like a nuisance. I sighed looking at the glass and repeated to myself that if necessary I would do it all over again. However, the bill arrived. The day looked grey, the whole week was like that, as if I was also sad and cried over the departure of the most amazing woman I've ever met. As much as it hurt, as if one of my limbs was being ripped off, I couldn't even cry calmly, because I had so much to worry about. The rent was late and at any moment the renter would show up to get me out. He had only given me until my mother's departure due date and after that, he informed me that I would have one month to vacate her apartment. I owed so much that every breath I took, it was as if I heard the sound of a cash register and coins falling. I asked for another dose, but then I shook it off at the guy, because I remembered that I needed to buy something to eat. I opened my wallet and analyzed my two hundred solitary reais. It was what I would have to spend the rest of the month. What was I doing there in that bar? How irresponsible! I closed my wallet feeling like a failure and with a fake smile I faced the charming waiter who approached. I didn't know if it was really beautiful or if it was the alcohol taking effect. - Hard day? - Difficult year. - I smiled and saw little stars in my peripheral vision. - What is your name? "Penelope," I lied. - Like the drawing? - A little more charming. - What a ridiculous answer, mine and his question even more so. - Your? - Leo. - Nice to meet you, Leo. - I raised the empty glass and he laughed, then went to the bottle of tequila and poured me a shot. - That's on the house. - Thanks. One day I'll buy you a drink too. He laughed and his smile was beautiful through his stubble. - Give me your phone number and then we can work it out. - Of course - I replied smiling, but my smile closed. I almost forgot that I no longer had money to buy myself a drink, or even for no-strings-attached sex with a stranger. I wouldn't even have enough for car fuel. - Some problem? - Give me your number and I'll call you. I recently changed mine and I don't remember. He nodded with a smile as if he knew I was lying. He wrote down his number on a napkin and handed it to me. - I am going to wait. - I'll call. - I wasn't going to, but I kept your number in my bag. - Well, now I have to go. - I got up and was going to get my order to pay, but the friendly waiter took it first. - Since next time you will pay. Leave this one up to me. Before I would never admit this, but I really found myself in need. I smiled, awkwardly, and he returned it with a look full of ulterior motives that made me want to give it to him. Again I thought that if it were first of all I would give it. I was a modern woman, full of attitude and free, but at that moment I needed to preserve myself. I took another look at the boy and he had strong arms wrapped around his black shirt, which I thought about licking. I shook my head slightly, to stop thinking what I shouldn't. - All good. Thank you and... See you later, Léo. I nodded and turned to leave, feeling horny and thinking that the alcohol was making me feel that way, but I already had enough problems to deal with and I didn't need one more. It was irresponsible to drive drunk, but it was what I had and I wasn't that drunk. It wasn't long until I got home and I decided that I needed to sort my life out. I tied my hair into a ponytail and started packing things, thinking about places I would take them. I hadn't been able to organize a new home while taking care of my mother and without having anywhere to store her things, it seemed sensible to donate everything. It would be something she would want me to do. I took out a box of memories from under a pile of clothes and when I opened it I sighed when I saw a photo of her, young and smiling in what looked like a rural area. She was beautiful and all I could think was that I would miss that smile. I wiped away the tears that blurred my vision and took a deep breath. In the same box I found other images that showed they had been taken in the same green place. In one of them my mother met the man she once said was my godfather, but I had never seen them so intimately. He was handsome, his hand was resting on her waist and they were both looking at each other. When I turned the photo over, I noticed that they had recorded the year and below a message said: "Whenever you need, look for me. I will always be here for you" I never gave much thought to the idea of ​​having a godfather, because I hadn't even seen the man once, I just knew that he had been a good friend of my mother. I immediately found myself wondering if the couple in the photo were in a relationship. She always said no, that she got married early and only had my father, who died when I was ten. However, when reading some letters that I found among the memories, I suspected that they did indeed have a love affair. After analyzing one by one, I noticed that there were only correspondences from him to her and the tone that the godfather used was that of someone who carried strong feelings, but between the lines. When I read everything, I discovered that my mother hid the truth from me, that in the

surrounded by the various love letters that the godfather sent to my mother and I just wished she was there to tell me that whole story, with a bottle of wine and her exaggerated laugh. How I miss you! Once again my financial problem took over me and the laugh I used to give when remembering the woman who had been the best mother in the world disappeared from my face. I sighed. I looked to the side and again saw the image with the message on the back, I took the photo and thought: What if... I got up and the idea started to get stronger, becoming a plan.

I looked at every detail in the background behind the two and on one wall there was writing, as if it were a company logo, and even though it was erased I could understand it as: Brandão Campos Dourados. I picked up the envelopes in which the letters were sent to my mother and displayed the address of a wheat farm. With a quick search on the internet I found the Brandão family, from the city of Campos Dourados. On an old website, it said that this name was the Baron of Campos Dourados, owner of one of the largest fortunes in the country. In the article I opened there was no photo and with that little information, I imagined that my godfather was really someone very rich and important. I stopped searching so as not to use up my cheap data package, which I had put on my cell phone, and picked up my mother's photo again. What if I went after him? The message behind the photo said that if you needed it, just look for it, then I would look for it. According to the renter, I had just over a month to leave that apartment and nothing left to lose, so I decided that I would go to that godfather with that photo and ask for a loan, or better yet, offer him a partnership. I wanted to reopen my store and start over, I didn't want anything for free and I would return every penny if I lent it, or, if I accepted, the company would double its money. I was good at managing and that's how I grew up, I only gave up everything for my mother. Excited by the possibility of a fresh start, I got up and started walking from one side to the other. It would be my last move and it had to work. Decided. Since the banks didn't want to save me from bankruptcy, I would go after the rich godfather who promised help in the past. I looked up and thought that it was no coincidence that I found that photo and those letters, I received them as a kind of gift from my mother. I sighed. - Thank you, mother, you always take care of me, even from afar. - I wiped away a tear, clinging to that happy belief and felt the hope of a fresh start. Campos Dourados, here I come! Chapter two Ítalo - What the hell, Clarisse! I already said I don't want to be disturbed. - The girl just wants to give you a Father's Day invitation. - I was in my office and Clarisse, my employee of many years, insisted on taking my peace. She was a long-time employee on my father's farm and after his death, I brought her to the city and she has taken care of my daughter since then. She became solely responsible for Luara's education eight years ago, since my wife died, and the woman was like a protective grandmother. Too protective. Unlike all the employees who shied away from me, she didn't lower her head and, even though I didn't admit it, I liked it and her petulance gave me confidence in leaving my daughter in her hands. - Tell him to come in. - If you allow me... - I won't allow it - I interrupted, because I knew she was going to tell me something that I wouldn't like. - Luara needs a little more... affection from a father - he said even though I didn't allow it. - The girl is growing up and she is feeling lonely. - Loneliness is not bad. I'm alone and I didn't die from it. - You can't say she lived either. - I looked at her with my angry look and normally he would push away people who irritated me, but Clarisse didn't move. - Send my daughter in at once and put her to sleep afterwards, it's past time. - There are still eight. - If I say it's past time, then it's past time. The woman swallowed hard and with her reproachful look left my office, returning with Luara holding a card full of glitter and shaped like a tie. - Good night, daddy. - Her sweet voice filled the room and no matter how tough I acted, that little thing had me. I carried my mother's eyes and maybe that was why I couldn't face her often. I felt so guilty... - Good night, daughter. - I looked at my maid, who was placing her hand on the girl's shoulders protectively and remembered to smile at my daughter. I loved her, more than myself, but she also had my pain and... guilt, which kept me away from her. I had lost the woman I loved and married, the memory hurt, it was my fault, I thought everything was fine, but no... - I have an invitation for you. - Luara brought me back to the memories that her look, like her mother's, took me back to. - Come here. I had been trying to get more contact with Luara for a while, I closed myself off in pain and I noticed a barrier between my daughter and me, which I wanted to break down. However, there were years of separation and even though it hurt to have lost so much, it was necessary, because if I was a terrible distant father, if I had let her get closer I would have hurt her more. I was still getting used to the approach. Luara took a step towards me, however, she still stayed away, I wish she had given me a hug, but it was my fault. -What do you have in your hand? - She felt that my deep voice scared her. - Here. - She handed me the card she was trying to hide and even though I had already seen it in her hands when she entered the room, I tried to look surprised. I looked at the decorated paper and the title on the front of it said: Papa Ítalo Even eight years later I was still scared of being called father. I opened the card and read that the party would take place in a few weeks, maybe I was traveling on business, but I thought about not saying that. - It's a nice invitation. - You are going? - Her look showed that she longed for my presence. - Yes. - She opened a smile. - I wouldn't miss it for anything. We were interrupted when my phone rang and I saw it was one of the security guards. I frowned. - Thanks for the invitation. Clarisse, take Luara to sleep. Tomorrow we talk more. - My daughter looked at me sadly and I gave her a smile, which I tried very hard

frowned. - Thanks for the invitation. Clarisse, take Luara to sleep. Tomorrow we talk more. - My daughter looked at me sadly and I gave her a smile, which I tried very hard to do. I didn't used to smile. - I really liked the invitation. - I raised the card and she smiled, turned to walk towards Clarisse and before leaving she waved to me, I waved back and heard the little girl's comment. - Is he happy. - Clarisse gave me a smile as if I had done the right thing. - Hello - I answered the phone and assumed my usual serious posture. - Sir, there is a girl looking for you.

She said that she wants to talk to the Baron and she will only leave here after that. - And what's her name? -Betina. I searched my mind to see if it could be one of the women I had a relationship with in the last few days, but I didn't remember anyone with that name. - Tell them I can't answer. - I hung up. I found myself having no patience for anything. If it was something important she would insist. I got up and went to the sideboard where the bottle of my expensive whiskey was resting, I poured myself a generous amount and took a sip that went down burning. I would alleviate the feeling of defeat that remembering my late wife caused me by drinking quality alcohol. Not that I could complain, my life was good, I had plenty of money and the expensive suit, the house and the luxury car in the garage, delivered that, but I was missing something. So many years alone was starting to affect me. I loosened the tie I had worn a little at the meeting with investors and being CEO of such a large company took up time, even though my position of power was the only thing that really turned me on recently. I had inherited the title of Wheat Baron from my father, it was the city's gold. My grandfather started, and then my father and I inherited, land and land full of wheat plantations, which was what gave its name to the city in which I was the richest man: Campos Dourados. I became the biggest exporter of the grain and it was at this stage that I found myself involved in the process that I didn't notice was killing it... - Let me go! I only leave here after talking to my godfather. - I looked at the gate that was not far from my office window and was able to see the scene. I took a sip of my whiskey and saw a girl moving her arms and gesturing nonstop as she tried to convince my security guards. She didn't look like a beggar, even from afar I could see that her clothes were good and the parked car, she wasn't a model of someone in need either. - I just need a minute. The Baron is my godfather. Godfather? He must be some crazy woman wanting money. I took another sip of my whiskey and continued observing the scene, until her eyes left the security guard in front of her and focused on me, probably the only window at the top of the huge house that was lit caught her attention and she saw me. For a while we just stared at each other and she stopped talking to the men who were blocking her entry, but perhaps noticing that I saw myself about to walk away, she waved her arms in the air, completely desperate. What the hell! What does this woman want? I walked away from the window, lacking the patience to deal with that type of person, and sat at my desk, where some contracts were waiting for me to analyze them. I took a deep breath and picked up the first one, but the loud voices, even from far away, bothered me so much that I closed my eyes and rubbed them angrily. I wouldn't be able to concentrate in that situation. Moved by anger, I walked through the house and headed towards the gate. As I approached I was stared at by my security guards who stood in front of the woman as if she couldn't see what she had inside. - What's going on here? - My trusted men made room and I could see her up close. A very beautiful woman with long hair and a well-shaped face. Her full lips were striking and when we looked at each other, I noticed a desperation in her eyes that made them sad. I adjusted my suit and with a haughty look I waited for her to tell me what she was doing there, but when I saw that she wouldn't, I asked: - Why are you taking my peace away with all that shouting? - My question was not at all friendly and came out more disgusted than I intended. - Goodnight. My name is Betina and I apologize for the way... Well, I need to talk to the Baron. I raised my eyebrows, because she clearly didn't know me and didn't know the Baron was right there in front of her. I held back the laughter. - The Baron? - Yes. - What do you want? - It's private. - She seemed embarrassed, but I didn't feel like relieving her discomfort at all. - I am Baron de Campos Dourados. - I raised my arms convinced. Her eyebrows drew together in disbelief. - You? - What you want? She looked around as if she didn't want to talk there. - We can... - We can't. Say it at once. - I never had much patience and even though that woman was beautiful, I wouldn't take it easy on her because of her beauty. I had already done a lot to go down to listen to her. - Well, I heard that the... Baron... who I thought was different from what I see, is my godfather and I really need help... financial. I smiled scornfully. -Of course you do. This godfather story is often used when they look for my father. She analyzed me, understanding that I had inherited the surname. - And can I talk to him? - If you have the power to revive the dead. Her jaw clenched as if holding back her fury. - I'm sorry for your loss. I... I'm not a scammer, I can prove that he was my godfather, look. - I took another step towards him and saw a photo in which my father was next to a woman I didn't know and on the back of the image, a message with a handwriting that was familiar to me, saying that if I needed it, just look for it. - My father died and with him all the promises he made. I have nothing to do with it. I handed her the image and turned to follow, until I heard her shout: - Wait, I don't want anything for free, I have an offer. I didn't turn around and kept walking, but I looked back again when I heard a noise and she had fallen, perhaps when trying to get past the security guards she lost her balance. I noticed her on the floor with her hair in front of her face. Unshakable, I walked again and left her behind. I wasn't going to deal with promises made by my father years after his death. Chapter three Betina Fucking bad son of a bitch! If my mother had been there, she would have been scolding me for swearing, but