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close to me. Her hand stopped on my chest and I used mine to remove the hair that stuck to her face due to the sweat from dancing. I stealthily brought my hand to the back of her head, never taking my eyes off her mouth and I got closer and closer. When she didn't back down or contradict me, I took the liberty and went in for a kiss, which was quickly returned. The woman opened her mouth to me, receiving my tongue in her mouth, mixing her taste with the beer she had drunk.

Before I could even finish the act, I was pulled from behind abruptly, and as I wasn't expecting it, this made me move away from the girl who had her tongue in my mouth. Yes, I still didn't know what her name was. But I made a mental note to ask as soon as I got rid of whoever was bothering me in a sacred moment like this. But as soon as I turned around, the woman I had kissed earlier in the evening was standing with her arms crossed in front of her and staring at me with an angry face, as if I owed her a satisfaction. - Hi... - I practically shouted to be heard over the loud music. And yes, I didn't remember her name either. I put my hand on my head, scratching my hair and smiling in an attempt to win her over. - Is the water you said you were going to drink and kept me waiting all these hours in that mouth? Women with possession syndrome. You kiss once and she thinks you're already together. That was the guy in front of me. I could have sworn she was stamping her foot on the ground, just like those mothers ready to give the biggest scolding, she was so angry. - So, I didn't find you later, the hour passed, and I ended up bumping into my friend... - I pulled the woman by the waist, bringing her to my side and encouraging her to say her name. - Renata, nice to meet you. - She extended her hand to the other, who finally uncrossed her arms and accepted the greeting. - Fernanda. The pleasure is mine. Great, now I knew their names. With an even bigger smile, I also pulled Fernanda by the waist, bringing her close to me, and starting to rock them both to the sound of the music. - Well, girls, I can pay attention to both of you, if you don't mind. Have you thought about the possibility? One of my biggest dreams, for sure, is having the opportunity to pay attention to two beautiful women like those at once. And of course I wouldn't fail the mission. I was good at what I did. I saw the two of them look at each other and shrug, probably imagining the situation too. So I gave them a kiss on each cheek and we danced again. I could say it was kind of heaven to be in my shoes at that moment. My mouth felt swollen from kissing, with each song, I danced in front of one, while the other was behind me, dancing too, and whenever one was kissed, the other wanted it too. I was having fun, that was undeniable. But whenever we're in a good moment, someone comes along to get in the way, and this time it was Beto who nudged me, getting closer to speak in my ear. - What are you doing, Edu? - I'm having fun. - I raised my arms high, signaling to emphasize that this was fun. And a little alcohol too, I couldn't deny it, but I wouldn't say that. - With two women at once, cousin? What are you thinking? - At the time? Which one am I going to kiss now? - I let a laugh escape my throat. - Edu, do you want to go home? I can take you. Now? I was just starting my night. Nothing from home. I shook my head, moving to a rhythm, or rather, to no rhythm, since I couldn't understand the music that was playing, I just swayed to say that I was dancing. - I don't want to leave, I'm right here. - You're not like that. What is happening? - Just following the advice given to me: enjoying my life, because it is short. I turned my back to Beto and pulled the two women by the shoulders. I really wasn't like that, I wouldn't recognize myself. But was that what people wanted to see from me? So that would be what they would have. And the argument I would use would be this: I was enjoying life, since it was too short to spend suffering. CHAPTER TWO Things in my house have never been easy. I knew that. We never led a good life, with perks or perks, as my grandfather would say. But at the same time, I couldn't complain, because we had what we needed to survive, and we were never in need. My father always provided for the household, as he was designed to be, again, as my grandfather always said. I quickly passed by my favorite section at the market, the sweets section, so as not to be tempted, as the money I had was counted and I went to the meat area. I checked the list I was carrying and ordered a kilo of ground beef. As soon as I spent the entire purchase at the register, I received my change, checking it and couldn't resist noticing that there was enough left for a small chocolate bar. Don't judge me, everyone has their own addiction, and mine was this. I walked through the parking lot, under a cloudy sky on a Friday afternoon, towards Brasilia – yes, yellow –, which had been in my family for around forty years. I didn't complain about that car, despite having heard a lot of jokes about it, but it was the only one I had, and it took me wherever I wanted. I put the purchase in the trunk and got in, trying to tune the radio. As soon as I could hear some country music, I opened my chocolate bar and enjoyed it calmly, closing my eyes and absorbing every nuance of its flavor. As I chewed the last bit, I started the car and started driving to my house. It wasn't very far away, so it didn't take me long to stop at the garage. It was a house where I lived with my father and mother. It had also been in the family for as long as I could remember, as my father had grown up there, and after my grandparents passed away we moved there. It was simple, one floor, two bedrooms, living room, kitchen and a bathroom, but what I loved about it was the backyard, which I remembered running through while playing with my grandfather, listening to my grandmother fight with him, saying he was too old for run around with a child. I got out of the car with a smile on my face when I had this memory. Even though I was very young when they left, I still missed them a lot. Because I was involved with such pleasant memories, I didn't notice the car parked near the gate. And it would be very difficult not to notice one of those, big and probably very expensive in a neighborhood like the one I lived in. I went in carrying the grocery bags and closed the door behind me with my foot. - Dad, I'm here - I announced while taking off my dirty shoes at the entrance. I went towards the kitchen, placing all the bags on the sink. - Dad, do you want me to start preparing dinner? I washed my hands right there in the kitchen and started unpacking I

that man in a long time. I remembered the rare times I had seen him in his big mansion in an upscale neighborhood of the city, with his big, fancy car. He was my father's former boss, for whom he always worked as a driver, a very powerful CEO. I always heard stories about when my father worked for him and had to stop to take care of my mother who had been in an accident. I knew that the two still spoke from time to time, but I didn't know that they saw each other much less regularly or that they were such good friends that a powerful CEO would come visit us on a weekday.

I reached out my hand awkwardly to him. - Good afternoon, how are you? - I played nice. - Giovanna, Elder Tavares, I don't know if you remember, but I worked for him for a while. - Yes, of course, I remember. - I gave her a smile, which she returned. It wasn't that I saw him very often, it was when my mother came with me to my father's work, or he took me because he didn't have anyone to leave me with. I even got to meet his son, who I hated at the time. - He wants to talk to you. In particular. My father was a tall, serious man who could scare anyone who saw him for the first time, but anyone who really knew him knew that behind that angry frown, there was one of the biggest smiles I've ever seen. But at the moment he was not very satisfied with the situation. I looked away at the man waiting for me at the door, still without saying a single word. He was a little shorter than my father, of average height, but his elegant appearance gave him a superior air, even within our house. I left the kitchen, leaving my father behind and was accompanied by the man to the living room, where he sat on one of the sofas and I on the other, with a coffee table in front of us. - You've grown a lot since the last time I saw you. - He finally spoke, as soon as we settled down. - It's been a long time... - I've been in contact with your father all these years, and he always spoke very highly of you. How studious and dedicated she is. - Thanks. - I just said thank you. That was true, as I had been working hard to complete tourism college and was really dedicated to everything I did. - I have a problem in my company, I need a trustworthy person. As I have known your father for a long time, I know what an honest person he is and how he raised his daughter, I thought of you. - I? - I frowned, looking at him. - Yes, because in addition to being trustworthy, I need a more focused person, someone who is competent in their work, but who also has a slightly more professional attitude than the people who are currently in the position. That was making me a little curious about that position. - And why do you think I would be the right person for this? - Like I said, I've known your father for a long time, he's a friend to me, and I know you need a job, and I need someone. He was the first person I thought of. - I understand... - Really a job now would suit me like a glove, it was something I was looking for not long ago, but for a girl with no experience, it was a little more complicated. - And what would the position be? The man in front of me cleared his throat, straightened his posture once, twice. He didn't seem very comfortable answering me. - Look, you would work with my son. And he needs a centered person, who is really focused on work. I took a deep breath, remembering the kid I had known as a child, who just wanted to play fight and bully other kids. But people change, don't they? And even more so when you are rich. He probably received a much more privileged education and improved with adulthood. - And what position would I occupy? I asked again. - You would be my son's secretary. It was directly with the child demon I had met. I looked at the Elder, and he had such hopeful eyes, as if I could be the only person to help him at that moment. But it was totally the opposite, since he was the one offering me a job at a time like that. I adjusted my glasses again while taking a deep breath. It was an opportunity I couldn't throw away. - Alright, when can I start? As soon as he heard my answer, the man released the breath he had apparently been holding and gave me a huge smile. It was as if I was doing him a favor, a help. I just hoped I wouldn't regret my choice. CHAPTER THREE Last night had yielded a lot. And I said that based on the naked woman sleeping next to me. Not that my weekends were ever productive, like, for example, a week ago, I had the chance to go out with two at once. But I liked to brag every now and then. I was still in a numb state when my apartment doorbell rang. To have the ticket released directly, there was the possibility of two people. I turned sideways, putting an arm around the woman's waist, who didn't even move. If it was Beto at the door, he would certainly leave, as he knew I was never available on a Saturday morning. But the doorbell kept insisting. I got up with a huff, putting on pants and a sweatshirt that were thrown in a corner of the room, I ran my hands over my face, brushing my hair back and went downstairs. I walked slowly to the door, which continued to hum an insistent noise from every corner of my apartment. I grabbed the handle, ready to open the door, but before that I took a deep breath, already imagining who the second person could be after Beto. As soon as I opened the door, a man in a suit – as always – passed me, entering without my permission. - Good morning to you too, father - I used irony to greet him. He stopped a little further ahead, turned towards me and looked me up and down. - Good afternoon, Eduardo. - I looked at the watch on my wrist, realizing that it was already past noon. Well, since I hadn't had lunch yet, it was a good day on my part. - Busy night last night? He went further into the room, while I followed him. - Like always. I opened my mouth, yawning, and ran my hands over my face again, in a failed attempt to keep myself a little more dispersed. - You're enjoying life very well, aren't you? As he spoke, he pulled some clothes that were on the sofa to the side. I had someone who worked with me during the week, and she managed to keep the house very well organized, but judging by the type of clothes my father was holding, I thought they were left there last night, and by the woman who slept on the bed. my bed. - It was the advice I heard most in recent years, I decided to follow it. My father threw his clothes aside, settling down with impeccable posture and looking me up and down again. - I would like to speak to you dressed decently. - You come to my house on a Saturday morning and want to demand what clothes I'm wearing? I'm sorry, but you're going

yesterday when I returned to the company, I discovered that another secretary of yours had left. He let out a deep breath when he spoke the last sentence. As if that was my fault...

My father was the CEO of one of the largest construction companies in the country. And I was his co-director, as well as an engineer. He had inherited his father's company, and transformed it into the empire it was today, and that made him very proud. At least that's what he always told me. - It's not my fault if they get attached to me, and can't get over it. - She's the fifth secretary in five months, Eduardo. Can't you hold yourself back for a month? It wasn't my fault, if they couldn't resist my charm, and when they gave in, they thought we would spend the rest of our lives together. And I have never deceived any woman with proposals of eternal love. Not to mention that they were all very beautiful and attractive, but they were not good at their services. I always found a flaw, or more than one. - I still haven't found a decent one to work with me. And so... Before I could complete my sentence, we were interrupted by a sly voice calling me from the top of the stairs. - Edu... We looked up, finding the woman who was in my bed minutes ago wrapped in a sheet. From where she was, she hadn't found me yet, so she went downstairs holding the piece of clothing, looking for me. - I'm here, darling. She walked towards us, seeming startled to see that we were no longer alone. - Hello... - a little awkwardly, but still not showing shame, she greeted my father. And then he looked to the side, seeing his clothes and reached out to pick them up. - I'm going to go up and get dressed, I'll be back in a bit. I just nodded, and she went up the stairs again, heading to the bedroom. - If you keep looking for people in the wrong places to work with you, you'll never find a decent one. Her sentence could have a double meaning, but I decided not to question it. My father knew very well that I wasn't looking for someone to take a place in my life. After my wife's death, I suffered a lot, and I decided that no one would ever take her place. It was impossible to find someone as important to me as she was. And I was determined to do so. - Maybe I just have to look harder to find it. I winked at him, trying to lighten the mood, or in fact, just confront him. But his reaction was just an eye roll. - You won't have to bother anymore. - Like this? - I frowned, looking at him. - Well, I gave myself the right to look for a secretary for you. - You couldn't do that... - Anyone want coffee? - I was interrupted again when the woman came back down the stairs – this time dressed. I looked at my father, who nodded at the girl, as if to say "really? Do you see what I'm saying?" - So, honey, I'm here having a serious talk with my father. - I got up and walked towards her. - And I need to be alone with him. It was a really good night, I loved meeting you. I walked her to the door, and she said goodbye, giving me a quick kiss and asking me to call her. As soon as I returned to the room, I stood in front of my father. - You can't go around hiring people to work with me - I emphasized the last word. - As much as I can, I did. And you will have to accept my recommendation, Eduardo. - What if I don't accept? I'm the heir to the company, I have the right to choose who works with me or not - I said in a slightly louder tone. - In that case, since I'm still in charge of everything, I could fire you - he kept his voice calm, measured, as if he had rehearsed this conversation before. - You would not do that. As I said, I am the heir of everything. His only son. Or else, I would have a very good CV to look for a job where I would be very well accepted. - And do you think you would have such free choices in another company? You look like a child, Eduardo. This whole show because your father hired someone? Damn it. He was right. I was being childish for not wanting my father to interfere in my professional decisions. And I didn't even have a secretary, what would be the harm in hiring one for me? The worst that could happen would be for him to hire a fifty-year-old lady who wore glasses and wasn't attractive at all. But also, what harm would that be? - That's right, dad. I'm feeling a little childish. - Despite everything, I knew how to admit some things, and my father gave me complete freedom within the company. And because of that I was without a fifth secretary in a very short period of time. - Could I at least know if I know him? I threw myself back on the couch, more relaxed and waiting for his answer. - I don't know if you'll remember her, she's César's daughter, who was my driver for many years. I vaguely remembered a Caesar, who had a brat of a daughter who I saw from time to time... but that was a long time ago. - I have a vague memory of a girl, the daughter of a driver. But I don't think it's her. She was a short child, who wore bottle-bottom glasses, very ridiculous, in fact. - I laughed, remembering the child who always had a notebook under his arm, and wasn't pretty at all. - It's probably her. Giovanna, the name. Of course, that was the name. But I remembered constantly fighting with that girl. At least the few times I saw her. Maybe she was even worse than the old lady with glasses. CHAPTER FOUR People could say whatever they wanted about me, except that I was relaxed about my work. I was dedicated, careful and very good at what I did, modesty aside. Even because I would be the heir to that company. But I hadn't stopped thinking about the girl I had known as a child working with me. - Eduardo, can you hear me? I blinked a few times, until I diverted my attention to my father, who was calling me. We were in the meeting room, where he had given me some works to visit, along with some reports, and it was still eight in the morning. But we had already finished the professional matter, so I gathered the papers that were on the tables. - Yes, I am, you can talk. - As I said, today Giovanna is going to start working with you, and I really hope that you treat her well, and don't get along with the girl. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. But he wasn't wrong in giving me that advice. Of the five women who served as my secretary, only two of them didn't have to do much to fall into my bed. But if Giovanna followed the same pattern as when I met her, the nerdy, talkative and ugly girl, my father could be carefree about it. - Don't worry, Mr. Elder, I'll behave, I promise. Because that girl is not my type. I heard a chuckle escape the back of his throat, but I didn't mention anything. - I expect good behavior from you. I'm a friend of her father's, and he wasn't very happy with her proposal to come and work with you, as he already knew about her fame.