She's My New Boss

Chapter 1. — Once upon a time there was a bar... |Today | I will never put another drop of alcohol in my mouth for the rest of my existence on earth! This was the first thought that occurred to me when I woke up the next morning after a night of drinking with a complete stranger. In fact, it only took two glasses of vodka and three martinis to get me drunk. A grunt of pain escaped my parched lips, while my head throbbed in an irritating way. Without much choice and feeling an irresistible urge to pee in the first bathroom that came into my field of vision, I sat down on the bed in one sudden movement, causing a strong nausea to hit me like a runaway truck. Why did I make up a drink? Still in the cloud of having just woken up minutes before, I realized that the mattress, on which I was still sitting with my head throbbing and my eyes closed, was strangely too soft for an architect, practically newly graduated and hired by a big construction company like me, to boast as a luxury i

Chapter 3. — Once upon a time it was a parade of confusions. I had definitely thrown a rock with the cheapest gum on the cross. No, actually, I had danced a forbidden funk at the table of the Holy Supper in another incarnation to be so unlucky in this one. Ok, it is not that I was good at dancing to this carioca rhythm, even though I was born and grew up, until the age of ten, in Teresópolis, in the mountainous region of Rio de Janeiro. To be honest, I could already see myself descending through the pole dance straight to hell and feeling the not-so-pleasant heat of the not-airy environment. Holy shit, Carina Maria! How unlucky I am! How the hell did I manage to get a nice pair of horns on Lorenzo with just the woman who appeared out of nowhere in the dining room? Meanwhile, back to the current events in the dining room of my future former in-laws. — Veronica? — exclaimed Mrs. Eva, quite emotional and perplexed, getting up from her chair as well, while her eyes watered. — My daugh

Chapter 5. — Once upon a Monday morning... I was absurdly passionate about the profession I chose to venture into in college and practice when I had my degree in hand in my adult life. It was a very difficult five years in which I found myself almost kicking the can down the road and returning with my tail between my legs to Philadelphia, that is, to my parents' home. My God! It would be much easier to study business administration in my old city than to go to a prestigious private university in Miami, where I got a full scholarship. On the other hand, my ambitions and longing for new horizons, new challenges, were always greater than seeing myself stuck in the state of Pennsylvania, taking a course I never liked and, in the future, managing my parents' pet shop. No, I could never devalue or belittle their dream, for this would be an unfair and hypocritical act on my part. Besides, it was from that small building that the countless financial aids to support myself in Miami came, un

Chapter 7. — Once upon a time, the new CEO of Vacchiano Construction For Veronica Vacchiano. | Currently | This day was getting better and better. — What the fuck are you doing here? — my dear little brother's girlfriend asked again, with extreme disbelief in her voice. — Where is Mr. Vacchiano? — She entered the old office of that miserable old man, her brown eyes wide and anxious. My smile widened as I saw how agitated she was in my presence. She didn't even look like the same wild and fiery woman who had driven me crazy the nights before, when our paths had crossed in that bar. It would be fascinating to work with Miss Fernandes, should she accept my proposal. — Unfortunately, not under seven feet of earth. — I answered her, sincerely, shrugging my shoulders. I got up from my comfortable chair and walked to the left side of the office, where there was a small bar. — So you must be at home or between the legs of some other woman. — I took a glass and two ice cubes, then poure

Chapter 9.— once upon a time, a dubious proposal...It was not yet noon on a Monday. However, the week had already started with big and unexpected surprises for me.Have I mentioned that I hate Mondays?When the elevator doors opened, and I entered the elegant penthouse floor of one of Miami's most luxurious buildings, I had only one conviction, both in my mind and in my heart, since I had woken up hours before: I would be fired for an unjust cause and also for saying no to a spoiled and arrogant man over thirty years old. With every step I took towards the room where the CEO of the construction company was, I felt that I would have a terrible anxiety attack once again, at the same time as the tears wanted to run freely down my face.It hurt my soul to see that the years of hard work, much study, extreme dedication, and a host of difficulties would be thrown away because I denied a marriage proposal from a guy I never loved. Because of the guilt and selfishness of that idiot! However