تسجيل الدخولI showed up at the company at eight in the morning. I was very well received by Mrs. Mariana, who introduced me to everyone and everyone was kind. The boss wasn't there, he was traveling and would be back at the end of the week. The office was beautiful, very modern, all decorated in white, stainless steel and green details, very professional and welcoming at the same time. It was elegant and I liked it a lot. I was particularly happy that I had chosen to wear a black suit, with a dark green satin blouse underneath and black heels. I should be elegant every day now, after all, I was going to work directly with the president of the company.
In the middle of the morning I received a message from Mel saying that she had managed to make an appointment with the director of the daycare center near our apartment for lunchtime. I explained the situation to Mrs. Mariana and asked if it would be possible to let me go at that time, but that I would be back in time.
- So you have a son. How old is he? - she asked me with a smile.
- He's two years old. He's a very smart little boy. It wasn't planned, but it's the reason for my life!
- What's his name?
- Pedro.
- Pedro. A strong name. You're not married, I know that, but what about your son's father? Are you still together? - My heart sank, how do I explain to her that I don't know who the father is? But I don't lie, so let's face the truth. I told her that Pedro's father was a man I met at a party and never saw again. She looked at me seriously, there was no judgment in her eyes. Then she said:
- You have my respect, Catarina. It's not easy being a single mother, and it's very difficult to tell truths like this that you know will arouse the judgment of others. Thank you for your trust and honesty. Go and sort out the daycare for your son. We'll continue in the afternoon, no need to rush.
I thanked her and said goodbye, going to meet Mel and Pedro. My admiration and respect for Mrs. Mariana only grew. She is a woman of about fifty-five, with very light blonde hair and almost transparent blue eyes. She is a beautiful and elegant woman, but above all she is very welcoming. We got along very well. During the rest of the morning she filled me with information about the job and I wrote everything down. At lunchtime I left the building and Mel was already waiting for me at the door with Pedro. I got in the car and we went to have lunch before going to the daycare. Mel and I loved the daycare and Pedro was already fitting in, running around with his new friends. He is a very outgoing boy. That made me very happy! My son was happy! We gave up looking at other daycares, because this one was great and was very close to home, three blocks away. We signed up and sorted out all the details. The director suggested that we leave Pedro until the end of the day, since he was having fun and would start to adapt. Mel was supposed to pick him up at the end of the day. Mel dropped me off at the office again and told me she was going home to prepare for the job interview that would be in the middle of the afternoon. I went back to my office and arrived before Mrs. Mariana. I sat at the table and went over everything she had already told me. The phone on the table rang and I didn't know what to do, but that would be my desk, so I answered it in the most professional voice possible:
- Mellendez Group, CEO, good afternoon, how can I help you?
I heard a deathly silence on the other end followed by a long sigh. Someone shouted on the other end, somewhat impatiently and in a strong, hoarse voice:
- Put Mariana through.
I was startled, but I controlled myself and answered:
- Excuse me, sir, but Mrs. Mariana hasn't returned from lunch yet. Can I help you or would you like to leave a message?
- Who is this? - said the other end even more impatiently. - My name is Catarina, I'm Mr. Mellendez's new assistant.
- But I don't know you. – It seemed like he was getting more impatient every time he spoke.
- It's just that today is my first day, sir. Would you like to leave a message?
- Tell Mariana to call me as soon as she sets foot in the office.
- Perfectly, sir. And what's your name?
- It seems I'm your boss! – he said harshly and hung up the phone.
Wow, what a stressed man! That wasn't in the job description. My throat immediately tightened, my boss and I had already made a bad impression? I was in deep trouble! I started to think I wouldn't last in this job. A little while later, Mrs. Mariana arrived and I gave her the message with a worried look on my face. She looked at me with a smile, as if she understood my fear, and asked:
- Was he calm?
I looked at her and couldn't help myself:
- He was about to have a nervous breakdown. His jugular was definitely jumping out of his neck.
She burst out laughing and then said:
- You two are going to get along great! You're going to tame the beast, I'm sure.
I wasn't so sure. Maybe I shouldn't even unpack my bags, this man would swallow me alive!
“Manuela”The rest of the week passed in a blur. I was worried about what my brother had to tell me. He would arrive today and explain everything, but I had already decided what to do, and my brother would have to accept it. When my father's number flashed on my cell phone screen, I couldn't help but smile.- Dad... – I answered happily.- Daughter! Darling, your brother told me you're worried. – At the moment, it was my father who seemed worried.- You guys are changing things there, and I was caught off guard.- Don't worry, darling, trust Camilo. He will always take care of you and protect you. – I knew that. Camilo would put himself in front of a train for me.- I trust him. Are you coming today too?- No, Camilo is going to spend a few days there, and I have to stay at the company. Manu, be careful; Rita is totally out of control.- I'm afraid of my mother, Dad.- I know, daughter, but I put a trusted person to watch over her, so we'll know if she leaves town. Just be careful, I
“Manuela”Between Flávio's father's visit on Saturday and Sunday lunch at Alessandro and Catarina's house, I ended up not calling my brother, but I wanted to know from Camilo what was going on. I took advantage of my lunch break to do so.- Hi, Manuzinha! How are you, my sister? – Camilo answered me with the same affectionate tone as always. No matter what he was doing, or what his mood was, he always answered me like that.- I'm fine. And my favorite brother, how is he? – He laughed, since childhood I said he was my favorite brother and he said he loved that. But he really was my favorite.- I'm fine. I miss you so much that I'm going to visit you at the end of the week. Can I stay at your house? – I found it strange, because I spent a year in this city and he couldn't come to see me, now, a few days after visiting me he would already be visiting again.- You and Olivia can always stay at my house. I'm happy you came to see me, but is there a special reason? – We've always been frank
“Manuela”I spent the day brooding over everything Flávio said his father had discovered about my family's company. I never knew anything because I never wanted to know. Many times my brother wanted to explain and give me what he said was mine, but that didn't interest me. The only thing I ever wanted in life, besides studying and being independent, was for my mother to love me and treat me well.- What's going on in that pretty little head of yours? I can hear the gears turning in there. – Flávio hugged me from behind. I was standing on the balcony of the room looking at the stars in the sky as if they held the answer.- Just thinking about this inheritance my grandfather left. – I said.- Do you want to talk? – Flávio turned me around and looked into my eyes.- I keep wondering if my mother's only interest in me is for this money. – I sighed and Flávio picked me up, going to sit with me in the armchair in the room. - Why do you say that?- Because she won't leave me alone, but she d
“Flávio”I picked up my cell phone and called my brother, but I wasn't expecting what Raul told me. I hung up and saw three pairs of eyes looking at me anxiously from the living room sofa.- What did he say, little brother? – Lisa immediately wanted to know.- Manu, do you have any idea how big your family's business is? – I asked, looking at Manu who seemed to have no idea what I was talking about.- It's a dairy specializing in goat milk products. It was started by my grandfather, and I know the business grew with my father and my brother. But it's a small, family business. – Manu explained. – But I already told you that, Flávio.- Manu, have you talked to your brother about this? – I insisted.- No! My grandfather left my brother Camilo in charge of managing the inheritance he left me; when he died I was a minor. As soon as I turned eighteen, my brother wanted to give me everything, but I didn't even want to know what it was. Before my mother had time to do anything, I signed a pow
“Manuela”I looked at Flávio's father over the cup I had in my mouth. I lowered the cup and faced him."Mr. Moreno, I left home to come to college. As I told you last time, my father always supported me. But my mother, as well as your wife, would have preferred that I had stayed home and gotten married, which wasn't in my plans." I replied with a smile and politely; he was treating me well, there was no reason for me not to be polite."Ah, yes. You came with a purpose. And you also work with Alessandro Mellendez, as far as I know you're his secretary. Did you get the job through Flávio?" The way he asked made it sound like I had taken advantage of Flávio."No, sir." I met Flávio at Alessandro's wedding. I'm friends with him and his wife, and I was a bridesmaid at the wedding. Flávio was my date. I worked for Heitor Martinez. – I didn't let it faze me; it was just a trick question.Martinez is famous for his conquests. Were you one of them? – That was clearly a provocation. Flávio made
“Flávio”I looked at the woman lying next to me, sleeping so serenely. Manu was lying on her stomach, her hands under the pillow, the thin sheet covering her only from the waist down, leaving her bare back exposed. Her hair spread out like rays of sunlight. It was impossible to resist the urge to touch her. I ran my finger along the length of her spine and placed several kisses on her back until she woke up, her sleepy eyes glancing at me sideways and a lazy smile unfolding on her lips.- Are you awake? – I teased.- No, I'm dreaming. – She smiled.- Dreaming about what? – I continued lightly running my nose along her skin and leaving a kiss here and there.- It's not what, it's who. – She corrected me, making a mischievous face.- And who is this beautiful girl dreaming about?- With a hot Greek god. – I smiled at the way she talked about me.- And what's he doing in your dream?- He's tempting me, he's kissing my body. I'm seriously thinking about going to bed with him.- Look how n







