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disapproving face that I couldn't understand. - Sorry, Mrs. Martina – Nicole said immediately, getting up from the armchair she was sitting in and placing Eloá on her feet on the foor. - You know I don't allow you to put my daughter on your lap! She is no longer a baby and should not be treated as such – she complained almost

shouting – Shouldn't you be doing some activity right now? – She crossed her arms in front of her chest.

looking quite upset. - I was just going over some things with Charlotte and I was going to let her give dinner.

to Eloá – Nicole explained. - Well, you can leave now – she said, pointing to the door. – I'll talk to the girl myself. Nicole nodded, lowering her head and leaving the room, without even saying goodbye to us. - Are you the girl recommended by the nuns? – she addressed me now, making a disgusted face. - Yes ma'am. - The

list with all the schedules is pasted on the board and I want you to follow everything exactly. No doing things.

off the cuff because you "think" it's the right thing to do – Martina spoke quite rudely, rolling her eyes in annoyance. - Okay. - No "Okay" with me, girl – she scolded me. – You just respond with "yes, ma'am". "Yes.

ma'am," I said nervously. There was no way I could lose that job and I listened carefully as she spoke to me, explaining what was on that schedule once again and reinforcing everything I had already heard from the housekeeper and the other nanny. Martina seemed to be a very strict and strict woman, even though she

didn't even look thirty years old, and I felt pressured by the way she spoke and her demands. While she spoke.

to me, little Eloá remained standing, silently waiting for her mother to fnish her explanations and when she did, she looked at her daughter and without even a kiss or any show of affection, she left the room. I sighed with relief and saw that Eloá did the same thing, which brought a smile to my lips, but I didn't comment. That work was very important and I would try to do everything as the owner of the house wanted it to be. I looked.

at the small watch on my wrist, a birthday present from the nuns, and realized it was Eloá's dinner time. I quickly took her to the kitchen, where she ate her meals, and I supervised her while she ate her meal in silence. We went back to her room and I changed her clothes for pajamas, put her on the bed and was about

to pick up one of the books that were on a shelf in the room, when she interrupted my gesture. - My mother.

doesn't want them to read to me. - Does she come read you a story before you go to sleep? "No," she said. – She says I should sleep alone, as she doesn't often have time to read to me. -But I can read it to you. – I got

ready. - My mother doesn't want you to read to me – she repeated, lying on her bed, looking quite sad. I also felt sad to see how such a small child, just six years old, seemed so resigned to that, remembering myself in

the orphanage, where it was not possible for us to always have someone to give us special attention, when there were so many children together. . But I couldn't understand how a child who was an only child was treated that way. I said nothing, however, after all, I shouldn't get upset with my boss in any way. I sat in the

armchair watching Eloá and thinking about it until Abigail, the housekeeper, appeared at the bedroom door.

her face serious, calling me to follow her. - Is everything okay with the child? - She asked. - Yes. - You can sleep, but you need to pay attention to the girl – she advised. – Tomorrow Nicole arrives at nine and you can

rest in her room. I did as she instructed and was already lying on a bed that was in a small room attached to Eloá's, more similar to a closet than anything else, when I heard movement and suddenly got up to check what

that could be. I got a huge shock when I saw a very handsome man in a suit, sitting in the armchair next to Eloá's bed and stroking her hair lovingly. - Good evening, sir – I said uncertainly, but I couldn't stay there

without knowing who it was. It was my role. -Oh! Hello – he said, seeming to be a very friendly person – You seem scared – he commented, as I was probably wide-eyed, so surprised to fnd someone treating me with

courtesy in that house. - I was scared by your presence, sir – I ended up confessing. - I apologize, then. He stroked Eloá's hair once again and stood up, approaching me. - Let me introduce myself – He extended his

hand, offering it in greeting – I'm Oliver Mackenzie, Eloá's father. I was even more surprised by the total difference in behavior that existed between Eloá's parents, but I just held his hand, accepting the greeting. -

And you must be Charlotte – he half stated, half asked, through my silence. - Sorry, Mr Mackenzie. I'm Charlotte, Eloá's new nanny. - It's a pleasure to meet you, Charlotte. It was highly recommended by nun

Catarina – He let go of my hand and returned to her place in the armchair. – How is Eloá today? - Calm down.

sir. - I would like you to tell me a little more than that - Despite it being a veiled order, he spoke delicately. –

Tell me a little more about how my daughter's day was. I was in meetings all day and couldn't pay attention to my little one. I complied with her request, but explained that I had only been with Eloá for a short time and wouldn't have much to say then. - And Nicole? Have you met her? – Although I found the way he asked about

Nicole a little strange, I couldn't explain exactly why. - She left as soon as Mrs. Martina arrived – she just said.

that. He looked at me analytically but said nothing. - I will stay with my daughter for a while, but you can feel free if she wants to retire. I understood that he would like to be alone with his daughter and I excused myself,

walking to the small room attached, but I was only able to fall asleep after I realized that Mr. Oliver had left.

Eloá's room. My frst night in a different place, after fourteen years living in the orphanage, was very strangeand I almost couldn't sleep, waking up several times and taking a long time to fall asleep, but that was my new.

life and it was much better than the previous one. uncertainty of the streets, I thought to feel better. 2. The

Reality Charlotte Eloá was a very calm child and it was not difcult to take care of her. While I lived at the orphanage, I used to help the nuns with the care of the younger

like was how Martina treated her own daughter, even seeming to feel contempt for the child, since she rarely spoke to Eloá and when she did it was with little concern or irritation. I ended up identifying a lot with the little.

girl, as I also grew up without a mother's love. But Eloá had her father, who was always very affectionate with her and Nicole herself loved that girl as if she were her own mother, something that was understandable, as

she had already been taking care of her for almost two years, and the girl also ended up directing everything.

your love for the nanny. I was very shy and the environment I was working in was as oppressive as the place I grew up in, making me feel like little had changed in my life and I continued to just live a modest existence.

without any great friendships or events. - Do you like staying here in this house all the time, without going anywhere? Nicole's curiosity was normal, because since I arrived at the Mackenzies' house to work, I hadn't

gone anywhere yet. Even when there were trips that Mr. Mackenzie took with his daughter, Nicole was always.

the one who accompanied him, as she had more experience with the girl and knew how to behave in places.

since I didn't have the habit of going out during the time I spent. I lived in the orphanage. We were now by the pool, watching as Eloá took her swimming lesson with the instructor who came to her house three times a week, when Nicole asked the question. In addition to swimming, the little girl also took ballet, piano and

French classes. - I don't have much of a choice, Nicole - I said, shrugging. I really liked Nicole, she was very friendly and always treated me well. In fact, she and Mr. Mackenzie were the only ones who treated me cordially in that house, as both Mrs. Martina and the other employees were distant, if not rude. I just tried to remain as invisible as possible and I realized that was exactly what my boss expected of me, as she didn't.

seem to like it when she was bothered, much less when she felt pressured to pay attention to her own daughter. This usually happened when Mr. Mackenzie was at home, as I had already noticed that she pretended to be a completely different person in front of her husband and, to please him, she made some exceptions, approaching Eloá and treating her with affection. which she didn't seem to feel. Unlike her husband, who tried to spend all his free time with Eloá, even going out for a walk with the little girl. Of course.

he also took the nanny with him, but he did almost everything for the girl, as Nicole had already told me, only requesting her help when absolutely necessary. - You could spend your day off with my family. - I don't know

your family, Nicole – it was the same answer I gave the other times she had made the offer. – How can I just.

come over to your house and spend the weekend? - I already told you everything about my sister Emily and my two nephews. I've also told her everything about you. - Still, I can't - I refused once again. - Emily wants

to meet you! – she said excitedly. – She herself asks me to insist that you go to our house. You will like it a lot.

I'm sure. When I was off, Nicole was working and vice versa. So, it wasn't possible for the two of us to be able to do something together, and she tried, at all costs, to bring me closer to her family, since I didn't have

anyone. It was not possible to continue the subject, as Mr Mackenzie arrived on the terrace. - Good

afternoon, ladies - he greeted us. He approached where we were, but he looked directly at Nicole, as he always did and even I, who had no experience in relationships between men and women, had noticed that they

always looked at each other in a way that could not be considered appropriate. . - Good afternoon, Mr.

Mackenzie - we both replied simultaneously. - Look, daddy! I'm swimming! – Eloá shouted from where she was, drawing our attention to herself. - She's very beautiful, daddy's little one! He responded to the little girl's joy, displaying an infectious smile. When Eloá returned to paying attention to his teacher's instructions, he

turned towards us again. - Is everything okay with you? He was always concerned about knowing what happened in his absence and it didn't seem to be just out of politeness that he also always asked about how Nicole and I were doing. - We're fne, aren't we, Charlotte? – Nicole replied, smiling and looking at me, waiting.

for confrmation of her words. - Everything is fine here, Mr Mackenzie – I just confrmed. - And Eloá?

Anything I need to know? - She never gives work – Nicole said what I thought. – He is always an obedient.

and calm child. My two nephews are much more difcult than Eloá. - And how is everyone? Your sister and

your nephews? - he asked, quite interested. - We are all excited, as my brother-in-law is returning from his trip next week. - He's been traveling for a long time, hasn't he, Nicole? – Mr. Mackenzie seemed to know a lot

about Nicole's family. The truth is that they always talked a lot, and whenever it was necessary to go out with Eloá, the one chosen to accompany father and daughter, it was Nicole. 3. Uncertainties Charlotte We were all

looking at the movements of the child, who was being guided by the swimming teacher in the indoor pool that was on the upper terrace of the residence. - He's been in Italy for six months now - Nicole confrmed. - See.

I'm swimming! – Eloá caught our attention again, happy to be swimming from one side to the other of the huge pool. - You don't say "I'm swimming", Eloá! – Martina scolded her, appearing by surprise and I believe

that even Mr. Mackenzie was scared by her unexpected arrival. – You need to say: "I'm swimming!" - Sorry.

Martina. – Eloá asked, leaning on the edge of the pool and I thought there were tears in her eyes, but as she was all wet, I couldn't be sure. Martina did not accept her daughter calling her mother and Eloá always had to call her by her name. - I hope you pay more attention next time – she said to her daughter, and turning

towards her husband, she continued: -What are you doing next to the employees? - I can't understand what's happening, Martina – He pretended not to understand, as the question had been very clear. – That's not the

way to treat Eloá. - Why are you side by side with your daughter's nannies? Were you by any chance chatting.

with the servants? She didn't bother to answer her husband's question, just focusing on the fact that he was talking to Nicole and me, something extremely normal, given that we are his daughter's nannies. But not for

his wife, it seemed. One thing he didn't know, and I had already noticed some time ago, was that Martina was quite arrogant and that in addition to not showing any affection for her own daughter and not accepting that

the nannies did so, she always pretended in the presence of her husband. . The fact that she now acted like that was something out of the ordinary - she was just following our daughter's swimming lesson, Martina -

he justifed it and her tone was appeasing. Eloá's father was always a thoughtful and kind person to everyone and his wife would be no different. - It is not necessary. She has two nannies to do this service. - Can we talk

at home? - You can go ahead – She gestured towards the door that led to the stairs that led to the lower.

foor. - I'll wait for you in our room. The way she spoke was very calm, but she could tell that he was quite

not talk to that person. But I also couldn't lose that job, when I had only been working for such a short time and I still hadn't managed to save enough money to support myself. - Don't be like that, Charlotte – Nicole.

said, touching my arm delicately. – Mr. Mackenzie would never let Ms. Martina fre us. - How can you be so sure? – I asked unsure. Even though Nicole has worked for the family for much longer than I have, she didn't

seem to realize that Mr. Oliver was totally infuenced by everything his wife said and if she really wanted to.

she could have made him fre us himself. . - I just feel that way – Nicole seemed so confdent when she said

that, that I almost believed I was making a mistake. But I was afraid that she was wrong, because now that I left the orphanage, I couldn't go back and since I had no one else but myself in this world, how could I live.

without a home, without a job and alone? I felt a chill of horror when I imagined myself living on the street.

because even government assistance was not granted so quickly and was not enough for me to be able to support myself in an expensive city like New York. I was saving all the money from the salary I received at the Mackenzie family's house, but even so, I was sure that it wouldn't be enough to keep me paying for rent, food

and so many other things that I would have to pay for when living alone. I would need to fnd another jobquickly. 4. An Heir Brian I signed the last sheet of the stack of documents that my secretary had placed on my desk over an hour ago and breathed a sigh of relief. I was tired. It had been a busy week, both in the ofce and

outside of it, and I didn't have time for much other than working. But this was something I was already used.

to, after all I was the CEO of a multimillion-dollar technology company, the largest company in the sector in

the country and that entailed a lot of responsibilities. I built my empire with a lot of effort and work never.

scared me, but I had to admit that I was more tired recently. The time had come to delegate some more of my duties and look into the possibility of taking a real vacation. Not just a few days of distraction. - Can you call

Carter and Mackenzie in my ofce, Margareth? - I asked my secretary, a lady in her ffties, very efcient and who had never left anything to be desired in her work. - Have you signed all the documents, Mr. Taylor? - she

asked, taking advantage of the opportunity, since I had refused her previous calls because I didn't want to be disturbed. I confrmed that she could come and collect the documents, as they were ready to attach the paperwork from our last signed contract and ended the call. - Some problem? – Douglas was quick to ask

when he entered my ofce a few minutes later. - Politeness dictates knocking before entering – I grumbled.

just to be the annoying person everyone accused me of being. Douglas Carter was at the forefront of the technology sector and I considered him the best in the feld, after me, of course. However, I had a multimillion-

dollar company to run and left that sector in his charge, and since then, there has never been any reason for me to doubt his competence. The fact that he was one of my best friends was just a detail. - You called me

here, man - He wasn't bothered at all by my complaint. – I don't know how you can stand yourself, Brian.

You're the most annoying guy I've ever had the displeasure of meeting. - I make your words mine - Oliver said. Oliver had also just walked in without knocking frst and managed to hear Douglas' last words, picking.

up the hook to piss me off. Oliver Mackenzie was my lawyer, both regarding the company and personal matters. He was multifunctional, I used to joke, but he had a whole team to provide the necessary support for

his work, as well as great prestige for representing such an important company as Reloading Inc. The fact.

that they were my best friends didn't interfere with my judgment under any circumstances and I was very satisfed with the work they performed in my company. The two sat on the chairs in front of my presidential.

table and seemed very comfortable, their posture relaxed, seeming to have no worries in life, just waiting for what I had to tell them. - I really admire the respect with which you treat me – I said ironically. – I believe you

want to work for another company. Am I right? I rested my elbow on the table and rested my chin in my hand.

- I don't give a damn about this job here at Reloading – Douglas said and was being completely sincere. –

Did you call us here just to show us your sympathy or is there something more? Douglas was the heir to one

of the largest fortunes in the country and money was not among his concerns. Despite this, he liked to work.

and combined with the fact that he didn't get along with his own parents, I meant that he had been in my company since he had graduated from Computer Engineering college, instead of being in the automotive.

company. that belonged to his family. - I called you here to communicate a decision I made – I said, causing.

both of them to immediately stand up straight in their seats, abandoning their relaxed posture from before. I

believe my tone was an indication of the seriousness of the matter. - Something related to the company? –

Oliver was the frst to speak. - About my personal life – I clarifed. - You don't have a personal life, Brian –

Douglas pointed out very pointedly. – Except if you're referring to Aunt Melanie. Melanie was my aunt, my late

father's sister, but my best friends always treated her as if she were their real aunt, and not just an affectionate form of address. My aunt also took them in and treated them as if they were her real nephews,

just like me. - I'm going to have a child – I went straight to the point. - I didn't even know you were dating and now you're getting married? – Oliver questioned, frowning, in his always serious posture. - I'm not dating

anyone, much less do I have any intention of getting married - I said vehemently, because that was the truth. I

had already gotten involved, many years ago, with a woman who showed me that this story of true love is just illusory and that people are always driven by fnancial issues. Even those who did not have resources ended.

up getting stuck in relationships that did not satisfy them just to have someone to share the expenses with, as everything became even more difcult when one had to bear all the costs that life demanded alone. I considered myself an intelligent person who didn't need to go