LOGINLORENZO At the end of the interview, I evaluated the profile of the last candidate: a blonde with icy blue eyes that looked more like sharp blades as she stared at me resolutely, and she was the one who caught my attention the most. I walked around her, evaluating her body. Her blonde hair was short, three fingers below her shoulders. She was tall, probably about five foot eight, thin, a serious demeanor for an angelic face, a round, firm ass, and narrow hips. She definitely did not have kids. Well, that is good. Having kids while working in this kind of career was complicated... I stopped in front of her. Her beauty was indeed enchanting, but those stormy eyes said otherwise; the devil hiding in the shadows was lurking, ready to be unleashed. The mocking smile she gave, and her superior look of someone who does not get rattled, was of a natural dominatrix. I grabbed the folder with her data: her health insurance, exams, age, name; in short, everything I needed to know about her
MIRANDA "I cannot believe she hit you!" I said indignantly. I touched the marks of Manuela's five fingers on Fernanda's cheek, immediately pulling my hand away for fear of hurting her. "Why did you not slap the bitch right back? I would break someone's face for less!" exclaimed Andreia. Fernanda sighed and frowned. "Guys, I do not know if you noticed, but I was inside a luxury restaurant. If I made a scene, I would end up arrested!" she muttered, taking off the glasses and handing them to me. "I expect to be rewarded for this!" she demanded. I exchanged looks with Andreia. "Of course, how do you want to be rewarded?" I asked hesitantly. I would not complain if she asked for money; after all, we asked a lot of her just to leave her in the dark. And besides, she was not even pressing for information. She deserved a treat. "Whatever it is you are planning for that cow, do not show any mercy!" Fernanda said, touching her reddened cheek. Andreia gave a devilish smile as she state
MARLON Of all the ways I imagined the topics to be discussed at lunch, it ended up exceeding my expectations. First of all, Emma was not there, which besides being wonderful was worrying because I had no idea what was being plotted at that exact minute. But not letting myself get carried away by worry, the lunch went wonderfully well, the mood was light and irrelevant, and to top it off with a golden key, my father decided to surprise me. I simply could not believe it! But there it was, right in front of me, everything I ever dreamed of and now needed more than anything to put into practice what I planned to get rid of Manuela. But the question that would not be silenced was: Why? I stared at the papers on the table with a knot forming in my throat. I ran my hand over it and tried to clear my thoughts. My father was passing the presidency of Wenecker Enterprise to me. Everything I dreamed of and worked for was about to come true, and all I had to do was sign the transfer papers.
FERNANDA"Wait. WHAT?" Desperate, I looked at Miranda, searching for any trace of amusement, anything that could show they were messing with me. But the seriousness with which they stared at me made it impossible to deny. "Why can't you guys do it? Why does it have to be me?" I asked. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Andreia roll her eyes, but she continued her watch. "Because you are discreet, and she doesn't know you," Andreia said dryly. "I could even go myself to save the saliva of asking you to do it, but there's a chance the detective mentioned my friendship with Miranda." Detective? What kind of shit did you get yourselves into?! I wanted to ask them, but I held back. Would I be able to do what they asked me? No. I don't go unnoticed; I'm too clumsy for that. Not to mention that when I get nervous I have an annoying tic of stuttering. If I get caught, I won't be able to hide what I did and it would all be useless. Because I would definitely get caught. "Look, you do
FERNANDA "... so what do you think? Nanda?" Miranda asked, pulling me from my daydreams. I blinked a few times, returning to reality, and turned my attention to her. That was when I realized the scenery around me. Only then did I startle. Since when did I get in that car? I looked around, astonished. Jesus! The company vanished! I turned to Miranda, ready to ask what the hell happened, where the company was, and how on earth we were in a car heading to who knows where, but I stopped myself. Miranda's eyes were narrowed, and her forehead was wrinkled in concern. "Are you okay?" she asked, taking her hand off the steering wheel and touching my forehead. After checking my temperature, she put her hand back on the wheel. "You are spacing out." Should I lie, or opt for the truth? Depending on the answer, I felt it would cost me a lot, so I chose the one that suited me best. "I am... I just have a lot on my mind." "Hmm..." Her eyes scanned my face for a brief moment; her attent
MIRANDA I read and reread the exam result. Marlon's eyes were glassy, and a goofy, doting father smile was about to break out. Oops; it was already there! How did I know the meaning of the smile? Mr. Ricardo was the answer. He always smiled that way when the subject involved his daughters, and now Marlon had the same smile knowing he would be the father of two boys. Two boys. Despite the idea of being pregnant still being terrifying—not because it haunts me, far from it—what really scares me is the place where the babies intend to come out. I imagine what my vagina will look like afterward, and that is not pleasant at all. I leave the imagination of where they will come out, or thinking about the pain of labor and how much pain I would have to endure. Everything that occupied my thoughts were the two children who were being created by me. Two boys. I looked at my slightly swollen belly. Despite not feeling any discomfort, like morning sickness or fatigue, my body was alr







