LOGINTobias Bernstorff
Just by decorating the space, I can already perceive a small influence of my mother here. I think exaggeration is a feature of my whole family. The place looks wonderful, with bright lights decorating the pilasters and square boxes displaying the jewels.
High tables with small pots of begonias are distributed throughout the room. There are people from various areas of the city and the country, and had no idea that the exhibition would be so great. I thought it was an event organized by the university for a select group, but I clearly see my mother’s influence here.“Bernstorf family, welcome” a tall man, wearing a black suit with sparkles, welcomes us.
“Thank you, dear. How is everything here?” asks my Mrs. Bernstorff.
Astrid walks around the place, looking at the exposed jewels with sparkling eyes. I’m very proud of her, it’s been a long time sinc
“No, no, let me go please, don’t do this…” “Alright, alright, you’re safe. It was just a nightmare.” He pulls me tightly into his arms; I feel him stroking my hair, trying to calm me. A solitary tear falls from my face and wets his bare shoulder. “Where am I?” He looks at me, his eyes filled with anger. He slowly lifts his hands and places them on each side of my face. “I would give anything for that not to have happened. I…” he lowers his head, his shoulders trembling, and I hear him sniffle. Is he hurting for me? I sigh and lift his face; his eyes are a dark shade of green. I hug him-an embrace that comforts. Warm. Protective. The warmth of his body soothes me, gives me a sense of safety and belonging. I open my eyes with a start, remembering my promise. I pull away reluctantly; I wanted to sleep in his strong arms, but I can’t. Likewise, I shouldn’t.“What time is it? I need to go before your mother sniffs me out here.” “Don’t worry, my mother is far away, we’re in my apartm
NIHARA KUDIMONA“Mr. Harrison, what are you doing here?” I ask as soon as I open the door. He’s holding a tray of food in his hands and a bottle of white wine.“I came to welcome you,” he raises the tray in front of me.I furrow my brow.“Welcome me? What do you mean? Don’t tell me you…”“Exactly, I live right back here,” he slightly turns his head toward the apartment across from mine.“You’re joking, right?”“No, why would I? Is it really that bad to be my neighbor?” he pretends to be offended.“No, that’s not it. I was just surprised,” I say in a distrustful tone.In the end, I let him in.We eat ravioli while we talk about trivial matters. When we finish, I thank him for the lunch — I hadn’t eaten anything in a long time.I go to the kitchen and begin to make a quick dessert.Passion fruit mousse with chocolate chips; minutes later, we sit again, savoring the sweet treat.Time flies, and when I realize, it’s already close to the event time.I get up in a hurry, catching Harrison’s
Nihara VittiLast night was humiliating for me, even though I gave that journalist a good answer. I do not like to know that my efforts and work have been called into question, I would never accept such an exchange of favors. I’ll have to talk to Amber again, this time I won’t be so nice.My sister wouldn’t listen to me, she knows I’m not much for explaining my decisions, so she should consider it and listen to me. But it’s okay, when she wants to talk, I’ll be here to explain myself. I sit in front of the computer still in my room and answer some work messages, some are from custom requests and other congratulations and partnership invitation. My gaze fixed on the e-mail that I could not read because Tobias had entered my room as if he were the owner. Smiling. I click on the e-mail and read: December 21, 14:15 DE: niltorres@gmail.com TO: niharavitti16@gmail.com SUBJECT: Please forgive me Hi, Nihara, how are you?I swear it wasn’t planned. Months after his t
Tobias BernstorffJust by decorating the space, I can already perceive a small influence of my mother here. I think exaggeration is a feature of my whole family. The place looks wonderful, with bright lights decorating the pilasters and square boxes displaying the jewels.High tables with small pots of begonias are distributed throughout the room. There are people from various areas of the city and the country, and had no idea that the exhibition would be so great. I thought it was an event organized by the university for a select group, but I clearly see my mother’s influence here. “Bernstorf family, welcome” a tall man, wearing a black suit with sparkles, welcomes us. “Thank you, dear. How is everything here?” asks my Mrs. Bernstorff.Astrid walks around the place, looking at the exposed jewels with sparkling eyes. I’m very proud of her, it’s been a long time sinc
Tobias Bernstorff “Is my son all right?” asks my father, entering my office. I straighten up in the chair and sigh. “How could I be so wrong with her, Father, as I could not see the kind of woman I had on my side?” I complain, melancholy, to see him sit before me. “You know, son, I think in a way you knew who the woman who shared her life with you was. But sometimes we prefer to ignore the facts in front of us to maintain the harmony of the relationship.” He speaks with an expression, of disappointment, as if he was going through something similar. But how He and my mother are fine. Or did that go unnoticed? “Is everything okay between you?” I ask, widening my eyes. “You and mom, is something happening that we do not know?” “Don’t worry, son, it’s okay. So, have you talked to your sister?” “Yeah, we talked. She said something like, I’m only talking to you because Nihara insisted a lot. It’s amazing how in such a short time she became so important to me and As
Nihara VittiI enter the room and meet all the members of the council already occupying their seats, discussing the last weeks of successful work. The looks on me make me a little uncomfortable, but Tobias’s, who seems to keep his eyes on me, warms me up. Other women are also present, some smiling and watching me with pride. Bernstorff stands before the giant screen, presenting graphs that show amazing numbers of subscribers and partnerships won in recent weeks. "Here are a few campaigns with which we have signed partnerships" he says, drawing Harry’s attention, who seems distant, looking at some papers ahead of him. "Harry?" "Yes?!" he responds, as he jumps up, making the CEO frown and the others look at him strangely. He stares at it for a few seconds and then proceeds. Tobias makes a brief presentation of the gentlemen present and their goals for various campaigns. And then I he







