24 hours

I stood there, not knowing what to say or do, as the secretary closed the door behind me. I looked back, terrified of being there alone with him.

But there was me and Heitor Casanova again, face to face.

- Please sit. - He curved his mouth in a half smile, in a mocking way, like every time I met him.

It took me a while to do what he asked. I noticed that he was looking at my resume intently on the computer, not saying anything, making me even more nervous.

Heitor Casanova did not please me at all as a person and at the same time I knew I was out of the job. But I couldn't deny how handsome and attractive he was. I could smell expensive perfume from where I was.

He wore a suit and tie and his hair was neatly styled. He exuded masculinity through his pores. And my heart started to beat faster. I feared him and didn't even know why. The legs, I didn't even feel them anymore. They looked like jelly they were so soft. And if that wasn't enough, my foot started tapping the floor nervously,