It was spray-painted on the facade of the building “CLASSIFIED CRAZY”. And of course that was his work: Heitor Casanova.- Look what this bastard did! – I was pissed off, stunned, without thinking straight.- I don't think it was exactly him. Surely paid someone to do it. Ben turned his head to the side, following the writing.- The good part is... No one knows it's for you. - Salma said, narrowing her eyes, thoughtful.- If I saw him right now, I'd give him so much... Until I couldn't bear the tiredness in my hands anymore. “I imagined the scene in my head.- You'd have to get on a stool, cherry. – Ben spoke seriously.- Ben, you disqualified idiot.- If I were you, I wouldn't use that word anymore. It's getting dangerous, Babi. – He reacted.I took out my cell phone and took a picture of the facade with the writing.- What are you going to do with it? – Salma asked.- Take it to the Delegate and show what Heitor Casanova did. I'm going to demand that he pay me for the moral damages
- Hey.- Hey. – She told me, without looking at my face, continuing what she was doing.- What do I do if I found something in the elevator?- If it's not money, take it to the lost and found section on the second floor. – She followed the computer, showing no interest in what I was saying.- What if it's money? I asked out of curiosity.She looked at me then, with a face of few friends:- Then leave it to me.I wrinkled my forehead. How brazen! Sure, if it was money, I'd get it for her.- Did you find something? – she asked, now interested.- Yes... - I took a coin that was worth almost nothing and handed it to her.She took the coin, looked at it, rolled it over her hand and said:- You can keep it. - He smiled mockingly.It's not a coin, you idiot. I found a wallet from Mr. Allan C. But you can't be trusted. I will return it myself, one way or another. He was such a kind gentleman. He was certainly worried, after all, all his cards were there. Who wouldn't? Especially with so many.
- Do you know her? – the woman looked at Anon 1.He nodded.- Mr. Casanova sent the girl in. – said Anon 2.She got out of my way, begrudgingly. I gave a wry smile and couldn't help but snipe:- I'm close to Anon's . – I blinked.I entered, accompanied by the two gigantic security guards, one on either side, making me feel even shorter than I already was. I didn't even reach for their shoulders.- Okay, Anon 1 takes care of the son Casanova.- Anon 2 of the parent Casanova. Am I right? He smiled, bringing up the subject.- No... My name is not Anon. - Said Anon 2. - I'm Otávio.- I'm sorry, Octavio. Mr. Casanova's security, that?He nodded, looking unfriendly.- I recognized you. Well, I found Mr. Allan Casanova's wallet in the elevator and came to deliver it to him personally. You know how it is...- Follow me, miss? – Anon 2 didn't remember my name.- Bongiove. – Anon 1 answered for me.What was the point of even saying that my last name was Novaes? The man swore I was Bongiove... A
- I'm sorry... If I hurt your arm. - He released me. - It was not my intention.- I'm sorry I almost got you in trouble with your girlfriend.He looked at me and for a moment I wasn't sure exactly how to act. Because I didn't want to apologize. But the way he apologized was so different from how he always treated me that it took me by surprise.- Come on, Barbara. – Allan said, already distant from me.- I'll see what your father wants... And I promise to leave him alone. - Smile.I turned and followed Allan. I really didn't want any more trouble with Hector and anyone else in his family. I should have listened to Ben and not walked over there to hand over my wallet.As I walked behind Allan, I asked:- Can I take your chair?- Take my wheelchair? - he laughed. - I'm fine, thank you.- Now that I realized that she walks alone. I didn't even know that existed. Neither...I stopped talking when I realized there was an elevator inside the Casanova house. He opened the door and I walked i
I took the bottle from him.- Now try again, with both hands. You can. He's a man... Must have strength at least. It's the bare minimum...- I'm not a man used to pushing, Miss Novaes. At least not to open elevators. He looked at me sarcastically.- And how are you going to open the elevator door, if you're not going to use your strength? Do you think he will obey your beautiful fingers? – I mocked.He looked at his fingers and then at me:- I am impressed with the way you observe me and know everything about me, “Bárbara”.- Miss Novaes, please. - I asked. – No intimacies.- B-á-rbara . He spelled it out slowly, to annoy me.- Well, “Heitor”, get out of there and I'll open this crap.I put the bottle on the floor and tried to open the door, using all my strength. But he couldn't even get his fingers into the crack, it was so small.- Use your fucking cell. I told him.- It's not with me. He leaned against the glass wall, crossing his arms.I opened my bag and took out my cell phone,
It was all very fast and when I noticed the door opened.There was no one there, but the music could be heard. We were in the sort of room I had climbed with Allan through earlier.The bright light was a touch of reality. I got out of the elevator, my body shuddering and trying to find the right words before I left.- Finally. I smiled, not looking him in the eye. - I need to go.- You can't go out with the dress like that... Your whole body shows.I stopped, not knowing what to do. He took off his coat and placed it over my shoulders:- I think that sorts it out a bit. But I can get a dress from Milena if you want.- No... No need. Thanks for the coat... I... Send it back. – I went out.He went after me, taking my arm. When he pulled me, I was forced to face him.- Barbara... I...The door opened and Celine, who I now knew was not his real mother, appeared. Her eyes went directly to his hand on my arm and she didn't hide her dissatisfaction:- Still here, Miss Novaes? I thought you l
Salma arched her brow, looking at him:- You... You're not one of the male dancers, are you?- No... I'm just the bartender. - He smiled.She sat on the couch, legs up, making room for us:- Sorry for a three seater sofa only ... But there are three of us here. He smiled, explaining himself.He sat down and I pulled out one of the armchairs, because I thought it was strange to talk to him and Salma when the three of us were next to each other, having to look around. I think I sometimes had OCDs too, like Mr. Allan.- You working together and don't know each other? How crazy!- Well, she doesn't know me. I know her. He frowned, looking at her.- Of course... Who would forget the beautiful redhead in the glass box? - I noticed his gaze at her, of admiration.Okay, I can be a cupid. And I would do two perfect things: get my best friend a nice man and make him give up on me at the same time. After all, I didn't want to make him suffer, as Daniel was a nice man.- But tell me... What is it
On Tuesday, Salma arrived home with the envelope late in the afternoon. We already knew that there was the result of the sex of the baby.We all sat around the table, looking at each other anxiously.- And you went to the doctor? I asked.- Yes... My belly starts to grow a little. And soon I'll have to get away from Babylon.- And... How will it be? I asked curiously.- I will attest and continue receiving. Besides... I have some money saved up. And... Money won't be my problem anymore after the baby is born.- Babi... Is the father rich? That? – Ben asked.She nodded as she opened the envelope:- But it was independent production. Although... The act was performed. - He said, making us even more confused.Was it possible to produce an independent sexual act? It would be my next Google search.Salma and I have always been best friends since we were little. Our dream of living together came about under Jardel's protest. And even though she hated him, she accepted him into our house. I