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Your cousin. - What did he do this time? - He wants to cut ties with MAConstrutora. - What? I was outraged by Edgar's decision, he can't make that decision like that. I went to my office thinking about what I had heard from Lorena, it seemed like a lie, but coming from Edgar, I could expect anything. - Excuse me, sir. - What is it now, Lorena? - Your mother sent word that she will be back in three days and wants to meet you at your house. - What did you say? - She said that you have a trip planned and will be out of the country. But, as always, she didn't believe me. - Okay.

Leave it as it is. I prepared myself for the meeting, analyzed the dossier that was on my desk, and when I got up from my chair to go to the meeting room, my grandfather came into my office like a hurricane. - What's this mess, can you explain it to me? - he asked, upset, throwing a tablet on my desk. I looked at the screen, watching the news of the separation of the two companies. - I was also taken by surprise, grandpa. - Lorena looked at me from the door apologizing, I told her to leave and greeted my grandfather. - What happened between you two? - Nothing. But it's no secret that Edgar wants to lead alone and cut all ties with MAConstrutora. - You should be the one sitting in that chair, you should be the one leading that company. - Let's not talk about this again, I don't want to fight with you. - You don't want to fight? I want to fight. Why do you have to be so stubborn? - she grumbled, walking around the room, breathing fire through her nose. - Grandpa, I have a meeting now, can we solve this later? Thank you! - I said, leaving the room with that excuse. - I'm not finished yet, Miguel Armani! - she shouted. Lorena came towards me nervously. - Sir, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold your grandfather. - No one can do this except my grandmother. Is everyone in the room? - Yes, they're waiting for you. - Go into my room and get the file, I forgot it on the table. If I go in, I won't leave anymore. - Yes, sir. - Oh... good luck. I went to the elevator, before it closed, I saw Lorena take a deep breath before entering my room. That was funny. Before entering the meeting room, I heard my cell phone ring, it was Ivy calling me. "I'm about to enter the meeting room, be quick." "Answer yes or no. Private party tonight, can I confirm your name?" "No." "Miguel, I guarantee it will be fun. You need to have some fun." "No. Was that all?" "I'll put your name on the list. I know you'll change your mind." I hung up when she finished speaking, but I couldn't disagree. I really needed a good party to relax. I entered the meeting room and found everyone waiting for me. Lorena came in next and left the dossier on the table. "Good morning, gentlemen. You must have already heard about Edgar's announcement. We no longer have any ties to his company. I was also taken by surprise. It was a decision he made, and I don't care about the reasons for it. I propose we continue with our work and continue making a profit." "I don't think your grandparents will accept it," said Erick, a shareholder in my company. "This is their business alone. It's not like I can force him to do anything." "Let's talk about the bridge construction that hasn't been finished yet. That's a more serious matter. One of us needs to go there in person to find out what happened." - said Haroldo, the grumpiest. - The construction manager said there was an accident with one of them, we don't know exactly what happened, but he's in the hospital. - said William, the director. - If this gets out in the media, we're screwed. - grumbled Haroldo. - We'll pay the expenses, cover up the news and increase security. But most importantly, we need to be strict with everyone, it can't happen again, we're already being talked about and that's not good for the company. - said Erick, he was right, we were the talk of the town. - I'll take care of it personally, take care of the news, we won't be the subject of any more gossip. Now, let's talk about profits, I don't know if you noticed, but now without Edgar's support, we'll certainly lose some investors, we need to focus on that to keep us where no one can take us away. - I said, changing the course of the conversation. After talking about profits and future investors, we created a new marketing project. That's how we ended the meeting. Chapter 2 12:00 To make up for my absence as a father, I went to Ayra's school to pick her up. She was already waiting. When she saw me, she ran with a big smile on her face. "Daddy!" "What did I tell you about running?" I scolded her as I hugged her back. "Don't fight with me." "I'm not fighting, I'm just telling you not to do that. You could get hurt, daughter." "Sorry." "Okay, let's go home." After "sitting her in the car seat," as she likes to say, I picked up her backpack from the doorman and put it in the car. We went home listening to music. Ayra talked about how her day was and how much she played with her friends. It was fun to listen to her. She got excited and said the words halfway through, never making sense. I always tried to understand what she was saying. When I couldn't, I just agreed. "Daddy, I want to go to the park." "Today is not the day." "Please." "Don't be stubborn, okay?" I stopped the car at the traffic light and looked at her, who was pouting cutely and sadly at the same time. "Daughter, what do you think about a nanny?" "No." "Why? She'll give you attention, play with you, and take care of you." "I want daddy." "I know, daughter, but I need to work." "Auntie can play." "Auntie has her own house, she needs to work too." "Are you going to leave me?" I never thought Ayra would think that one day. Hiring a nanny was like leaving a substitute for me to take care of my daughter. Even though she was young, she was very intelligent. I heard the cars honking as I looked at my princess who was sad. I held her hand and smiled confidently. "I'll never leave you. I can't leave a piece of me behind. You're my life." "You're my life." She repeated my words in a cute voice. "I love you!" I started driving again before anyone had a heart attack from honking so much. When we arrived, Ayra ran to her room to take a shower. While I was waiting in the living room, I saw Ivy arriving. "Hey! Why didn't you say you were going to pick her up? I just came back." "Do you think I'm a bad father?" I asked, seeing Ayra's diary full of messages. Ivy took the diary from my hands and sat next to me. "You're not a bad father. You've always done everything you could to make sure she has everything she needs. You try hard and make her happy." "I haven't been able to be as present as I used to be. I haven't read your diary or taught her a single activity. She feels that way too, Ivy." "You're right. You've been absent, but I understand. You've been having hard days at work. She'll understand when she's older." "I give my all and it seems like it's not enough." "You demand a lot from yourself, Miguel.

staying for lunch? - Of course. - Are you sure you're not pregnant? You eat for two. - I'm in a growth spurt. I laughed at his joke. - Do you think you'll grow any more than that at 25? - Hope is like a lit candle. - Then let me blow it out. - I blew in his face. - Clown! Did you read my messages? I sent the party address, all your friends will be there. - You're not going to leave me alone, are you? - No. I've already talked to the girls about staying with Ayra. You just have to pay a bonus. - Without my confirmation? - You always say no and go.

When Ayra came back, we sat down at the table and had lunch, listening to her repeatedly ask to go to the park. We agreed to go on the weekend, even though she didn't like it. I spent the rest of the afternoon with my guests from Barcelona; I was sure we would do business. At night, I went home feeling tired, my peace was a lively five-year-old waiting for me in the living room. Ayra was watching, she didn't see me coming in. I left my briefcase on the floor, took off my shoes, and closed her eyes with my hands. "Can you guess who it is?" "DADDY!" I tickled her belly, making her roll over on the couch. I was surprised by a hug, making me lay my head on her belly. She caressed my face and hair. Her sweet smell brought me peace, meaning, and made me sure I was right in raising my daughter. "How is my diamond?" "I miss you." "Didn't I miss you?" "Play with me, daddy." "Of course. What do you want to play with?" - Paint. - At this time, daughter? - Please. - Okay, let's play with your paints then. We went to the playroom, two canvases were already ready, I pretended she hadn't planned this. It was her favorite game, paints and messes. - What are we going to paint? - I asked, taking off my shirt. - A heart. I was good at drawings, buildings, houses, bridges, constructions... not with hearts or dolls. But for her I would do anything, even a deformed heart. - What do you think of mine? - I asked proudly, because I had tried really hard. She looked at me, putting her hands on her chin, thoughtful, she looked like an adult, I pulled her by the arm and hugged her, enjoying her laughter. - It's ugly, daddy. - How dare you talk about my heart? It's the most beautiful heart. - Mine. - Yours isn't so pretty either. - Yes, it is. - It's missing one little thing. I put yellow paint on what she said was a heart. Ayra still didn't know how to do these things on her own, just scribbles. She painted the heart I drew blue and then it became a war. I heard my cell phone ring, it was Ivy calling me for the third time. "Hi, Ivy." "Auntie! Show my heart to Auntie, daddy," Ayra said, distracting me. "What are you doing? Are you home yet?" "We're making hearts with her paints." "How cute! Send me a picture. Coming back to reality, I called three times. Are you coming to the party?" "I don't know." "Your friends are already here." "I'm going to have dinner with Ayra." "Okay, you can come when you're done." "Why do you insist so much?" "Because I love you. See you later, brother." I hung up. We continued playing until dinner time. We took a bath, had dinner, did some homework, and I put her to bed. "Daddy." "Hi, daughter." - Are you playing with me again? - she said sleepily. - I promise we'll play more often. I stayed by her side, stroking her hair until she fell asleep. When I heard her snoring, yes, my diamond snores. I went to my room and got ready quickly to go to the damn party. Before leaving, I told Ivy that I was leaving. Only then did I see the countless calls from my friends and some videos of them drinking. While my driver drove, since I'm drinking and can't drive, I answered the messages and watched the videos once more, this time noticing the women who were there. When we arrived, my name had already been announced at the building's reception. The apartment was on the top floor of the penthouse. I could already imagine what this party was like. I went up in the elevator and told Ivy that I was already at the door. When the door opened, I heard loud music and the screams of the women dancing. - You're finally here. - Don't invite me to these parties anymore. - You've just arrived and you already think it's bad? Get rid of that ugly face. You'll scare the women. I made a face at her. My friends called me after Ivy, I greeted them and greeted the women who were close to us. When I started drinking, Ivy called me and approached with two friends. - Miguel, this is Giselle and Agatha, they are new in Seattle, girls, this is my brother Miguel. - Nice to meet you. - I greeted them looking at Ivy, who was having fun with this. Romeo brought more drinks, after serving us, he hugged Agatha around the waist and kissed her. - So I'm the last to know that Romeo is dating? - I asked ironically. - I'm not dating yet, let's just say she's difficult. - he said, being pushed by Agatha. - Not at all, your friend is worthless and I'm not looking for a relationship - Agatha asked. - Miguel, you're the most serious of the group, give me a hand. - Romeo looked like a puppy asking for something. - Let's hear your defense. - Agatha said, making everyone look at me, waiting for my answer. - You didn't do it, Romeo. - I grumbled, I wanted to hit him. - Everyone knows you don't want anything serious with anyone, Romeo. Let's drink and dance, Agatha won't fall for your trick. - Ivy said, pushing us to the center of the room, where the girls were. Chapter 3 We got so crazy that we turned the room into a rave, it was amazing how I relaxed in such a short time, and it wasn't just because of the drinks. Even though I was a serious man, I had fun in my own way, I wasn't as crazy as my group, but I knew how to have fun. I went to the balcony to light a cigarette, but I ended up running into Agatha, which made me turn back. - Hey! I don't bite. - But I can bite. She looked at me with doubt and risk in her eyes, we stood there looking at each other and then smiled. - You can stay, I'll leave. - she said. - No, you were there first, I just need a place for it. - I raised the cigarette. - Oh, so that's it? I don't mind, you can smoke." "Are you sure?" "Sure." I joined her and, after lighting the cigarette, we sat looking at the view. "Why are you here?" I asked. "I think I'm drunk, which I shouldn't be, I have an interview at 8:00." "Good luck, you're going to need it." "Thanks." "What were you doing before you came to Seattle?" "Do you really want to talk about it?" "No." We laughed again, she seemed amused, maybe because she was drunk, but at that moment, who wasn't? "What's going on with you and Romeo?" "Nothing serious, thank God, he's not the right person." "He's a jerk, but he's a good friend." I said, watching Romeo kissing Giselle. "He is. When I arrived in Seattle, he was the first person I met, he ran me over, to put it mildly." "It wasn't the welcome you were expecting, was it?" "Not at all. I've known Kalie since we were kids, but we drifted apart when she came to live here. I needed to change my life, especially to get away from some people, so I'm staying here for now. - You

away, I saw Agatha leave, we rejoined the group and started dancing again. Yanca approached me, making me drink from her glass, she made her move and then kissed me, in my head, it was just a party, but Yanca didn't let go of me, and I hated clingy women. I left her in the living room with my glass, I looked for the bathroom until I found it, when I was going to open the door, it was opened by Agatha. We stared at each other without moving a finger, my eyes ran over her body, her dress was white and wet, her hard and perky nipples were exposed in the transparent dress.

Her black skin shone in the light, my body automatically moved and when I took a step forward, she took a step back. I entered the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Agatha pulled me against the cold wall. I pressed my body against hers, bringing my hands to her legs and moving up, feeling her curves to her hips while I stared at her mouth. We heard Ivy knocking on the door. She was talking to herself. Agatha tried to leave, but I stopped her. "You're not leaving here before I taste those lips." I said seriously, touching her lower lip with my thumb. "I thought you were in a relationship with Yanca." "You didn't think when you pulled me into the bathroom. I know you want this too." "What can tell you for sure that I want it?" I squeezed her ass, making it vibrate. Her hand, which was on my shoulder, squeezed me. She bit her lip, looking at my mouth, and let out a sigh. This woman was driving me crazy, and I wanted her right now. I got closer to her mouth, brushing our lips against each other. Her sighs drove me crazy. She could feel how hard I was just from that contact, because my body was pressing hers against the wall. Without waiting any longer, I invaded her mouth with my tongue, starting the kiss. Agatha ran her nails down the back of my neck before tangling her fingers in my hair. It was like a shock to my body. I had kissed many women, each more beautiful than the last, but it was the first time I had gotten excited before kissing a woman. Agatha made me want her just by being near her. She broke the kiss when she ran out of breath. I kissed her neck, going from her ear to her shoulder. When the moment was getting hotter, we heard Kalie, the host of the party, knock on the door. "Miguel, are you there? If so, Ivy is feeling sick. Can you help us?" "Damn it!" I muttered softly, wanting to scream in anger. "Go on, she drank too much." I glared at Agatha angrily. I didn't want to stop, and neither did she. It wasn't her fault, but it was a turn-off. "Miguel." Kalie insisted. I opened the door without answering, and went to the living room accompanied by Kalie. Ivy was crying, lying on the floor, hugging her with a heel. I picked her up and went towards the door. "Let me know when you're here, brother," said Otávio. He opened the door and we said goodbye. I took Ivy to the car. The driver took us home and helped me control my drunk sister. Ivy always cries when she gets drunk, all of this because of an ex she never got over. At home, I took Ivy to her room. She fell asleep when we arrived. I left her in bed, took off her heels, and covered her with a blanket. Before going to my room, I went to Ayra's room and saw her sleeping soundly. Everyone was in bed. I went to my room and after a cold shower, I fell asleep. Chapter 4 At dawn I woke up to the sound of my cell phone's alarm. My head was about to explode, but what made me feel better was knowing that I wasn't the only one. After getting ready, I found Ayra and Ivy at the table having breakfast, while Ayra chattered like a parrot, Ivy held her head and drank black coffee wearing sunglasses. "Good morning!" I said, kissing Ayra and then sitting down. "Good morning, daddy." "Please don't yell," Ivy said. "Have you taken any medicine?" "I didn't take all of them because they didn't let me." "You need to stop drinking like this, haven't you gotten over that guy yet?" "I don't want to talk about it." "You never want to, Ivy, but there comes a time when you have to talk and get him out of your life." "Have you talked to anyone about what happened in your marriage? Don't talk about my problems as if you didn't have your own." "We're talking about you, don't change the subject just to get away." "And why not talk about yourself? Leave me alone, Miguel, not even you got over Úrsula." "Shut up!" "See how good it feels to touch a sore spot?" "Is daddy mad?" - Ayra asked, her eyes brimming with tears. - No, Ayra, I'm not angry. I left the table before I got more stressed out. I went to the company with my blood boiling in my veins. Arguing with Ivy was always a never-ending soap opera. At the company, I found Lorena waiting for me next to the elevator. We went in and she gave me the day's agenda. - You only have one meeting in the afternoon, but it won't be at the company. It will be at your favorite Italian restaurant. - Is the morning free? - No, Miss Ivy asked me to add an interview to the agenda, and after that you can visit the bridge construction site. - Interview? - Yes, the candidate for your daughter's nanny. - I forgot. Has she arrived yet? - No, sir. - When she arrives, send her in. - Yes, sir. I went to my office and reviewed the marketing plan that was on my desk. The shareholders were quick to respond and the marketing was perfect. I sent the approval by email, Lorenza called me to let me know the candidate had arrived, I asked her to come in and I waited. Agatha Parker An interview was scheduled and I only needed one thing: a suitable outfit. The bed was already full of clothes, I didn't know which one I should wear, the nervousness was already taking over my nerves and the hangover was killing me. "Agatha, are you ready?" Kalie shouted from the bedroom door. "Not yet," I replied, opening the door. "Are you still wearing a towel? You'll be late like that." "I know, but I can't decide." "My head is going to explode," she said, throwing herself on top of the clothes on the bed. "No more than mine." "Do you want to borrow an outfit?" "No, I just need something that matches and is serious enough to get me hired." "I'll help you." Kalie looked through my closet, tried to match a few pieces, I put on what she handed me, a gray tailored set, pants and a button-down vest. After I got dressed, I hurried to put on my heels, grabbed my bag and said goodbye to Kalie. "Wish me luck," I shouted, running down the hall. "THE JOB IS YOURS!" I repeated Kalie's words as I drove my red car that my father had given me, a long story, but one that entertained me and brought me back to the past. "Forget the past, Agatha, you're a new woman, with a new life and you don't need them," I said to myself and wiped away a tear that had fallen. When I arrived at the interview location, I entered the parking lot and after