I got up early the next morning to go to Perrone to look for Sebastian. I needed the employment card he'd given me.When I got to the bathroom, Salma was vomiting. I held her hair, trying to help.As soon as she got it all out, I asked:- You're going to the doctor today, aren't you?- Yes... I said yes. – Confirmed.- I'm worried about you.- It's all right... Just a virus. - She went back to the room.I took a quick shower and grabbed a bag, just out of habit, because I didn't have anything to put in it. It had been stolen by an idiot my friends had hired.I opened the door to Salma's room and said:- If you need anything, don't call me. I'm without a cell phone and I don't even know how much I'll have one again. Let Ben know.- OK. - She went back to sleep.I closed the door and when I arrived in the living room, Ben was sitting on the couch, tidy.- Where you go? I asked.- With you.- Ben... You don't have to go with me.- Yes, I do. You don't have a cell phone and you don't have

I took the Bon Jovi concert ticket out of the envelope and screamed desperately. They both hugged me tightly and I couldn't resist tears.- You are the best friends anyone can have in life. And now I know that God took my mother away, but left angels in her place.- Ah, Babi, I have nothing of an angel. – Salma let go of us.- I'm a little angel... Beautiful and wonderful. Ben blinked his eyes repeatedly.- Guys... I'm going to the Bon Jovi concert. I screamed and jumped until I got tired, with the two of them looking at me like I wasn't a normal person.Ben's phone rang and I stood there, kissing the ticket over and over again.- If you drool over the paper, you won't go to the show. - Salma sat on the couch.- Next, friends: the Síndico asked to stop the screaming, or we will get a fine. – Ben said as he hung up the phone.- And I'm going to fine the landlord for not making the fucking elevator work. - I spoke. “I can't remember the last time I was so happy in my life. - I looked at

I stood there, not knowing what to say or do, as the secretary closed the door behind me. I looked back, terrified of being there alone with him.But there was me and Heitor Casanova again, face to face.- Please sit. - He curved his mouth in a half smile, in a mocking way, like every time I met him.It took me a while to do what he asked. I noticed that he was looking at my resume intently on the computer, not saying anything, making me even more nervous.Heitor Casanova did not please me at all as a person and at the same time I knew I was out of the job. But I couldn't deny how handsome and attractive he was. I could smell expensive perfume from where I was.He wore a suit and tie and his hair was neatly styled. He exuded masculinity through his pores. And my heart started to beat faster. I feared him and didn't even know why. The legs, I didn't even feel them anymore. They looked like jelly they were so soft. And if that wasn't enough, my foot started tapping the floor nervously,

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

- 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