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Did you come?

Without purse, money, cell phone, credit card that I didn't even use and with my dignity and self-esteem on the sole of my foot, I walked for 45 minutes until I got home.I don't even know how I got up the stairs, because I took a step forward and two steps back, trying to throw myself down the step, hoping to die in a fall of less than a meter.I opened the door and fell onto the couch. Salma still looked awful and pale. Ben didn't know what a bad mood, sadness or depression was. His face was always one of joy and even when the worst happened, he laughed at himself and carried on as if nothing had happened. I wish I had an ounce of his self-confidence.They were having breakfast. Salma was still wearing her dressing gown, as if she hadn't spent the night with it.- So how was it? Did he do oral? – Ben asked.- Did you come? - Salma widened her eyes, curious.- Did you need a spoon? - Ben got up.- I came... Maybe five times... I came like I had never come before. - I spoke.- Do you

Why do I love you so much?

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

Mandy Novaes

- It's not a dream... Bon Jovi will play in Noriah North. I started jumping on the couch madly.The two looked at the television.It advertised a Bon Jovi concert in Noriah North that would take place in seven months. It said that people should hurry, as tickets could sell out soon.The two hugged me, pulling me off the couch:- Bon Jovi comes and we don't have a sofa? No way. - Salma complained, while fixing the fabric that was wrinkled.- Ben, give me your number, now.Yes, I memorized the number. I called immediately and asked for prices. I turned it off, disappointed, sitting down on the couch again.- What there was? It was not true? Did we have a vision, all at the same time? Bon Jovi died of old age? - Ben provoked me.- No... It wasn't a collective dream. But anyway, I'm not even going to get excited.- What the fuck happened? – Salma asked.- The ticket in the back, where you can only see it from the big screen, because it will be so far away that even an ant would be bigger,

Salma

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

Mrs. Bongiove

- Yes, it happened. You are drunk!- How do you know? I tried to formulate the sentence correctly.- Go take a cold shower and bed. Tomorrow there's selection at North B.- Like this?- I just found out here in Babylon, by my colleagues. They are hiring for several areas, but the focus is on Marketing, Advertising and this branch. A new drink will debut... And it's not beer. And it's supposed to be a hit in the market.- I'll... Take a shower... And... Watch three bachelors and a baby. This film is our face, Salma.- Go to the bath, Baby. You need to be at North B. tomorrow morning.- OK. Goodnight. I sang Karaoke... And I sing better than Ben.- Holy shit, go to sleep, Babi. Now.- I love you, Salma.- I love you too, you crazy.- What there was? Ben couldn't even open his eyes.- Salma said I have to shower.- Because?Everything turned and I was confused, saying:- Because of the smell of bleach. I think it makes her nauseous.- Will she want to sleep with you when she arrives? He

24 hours

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 hasn’t passed 24 hours yet

I was seated in a chair, watched by a police officer, while the deputy attended to other people who were in front of me. I saw clearly that my “crime” was the lightest there.As I waited in line for the delinquents, I tapped my sneakers insistently on the floor, anxiously, until I saw Ben and Daniel walk in.Ben nearly ran over the policeman and came at me, running. I got up and we hugged.- What happend my love? What they did to you?- Ben, the bastard Casanova accused me unjustly. – I lied.- Of what?- I don't know.- Babi, tell me you didn't mess with the CEO of Babylon, please. Ben looked into my eyes.- He's not just CEO of Babylon. He is the CEO of North B. as well. – Daniel explained.Ben looked at me:- You're just a pebble in his shoe... You know that, don't you?I nodded, scared and realizing what I had done and how much more it could complicate my life, which was already beyond difficult.Before I fully regretted it, the Delegate called my name.I got up and Ben and Daniel

Alan C and the beginning of the 48 hours

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

48 hours

- Hey.- Hey. – She told me, without looking at my face, continuing what she was doing.- What do I do if I found something in the elevator?- If it's not money, take it to the lost and found section on the second floor. – She followed the computer, showing no interest in what I was saying.- What if it's money? I asked out of curiosity.She looked at me then, with a face of few friends:- Then leave it to me.I wrinkled my forehead. How brazen! Sure, if it was money, I'd get it for her.- Did you find something? – she asked, now interested.- Yes... - I took a coin that was worth almost nothing and handed it to her.She took the coin, looked at it, rolled it over her hand and said:- You can keep it. - He smiled mockingly.It's not a coin, you idiot. I found a wallet from Mr. Allan C. But you can't be trusted. I will return it myself, one way or another. He was such a kind gentleman. He was certainly worried, after all, all his cards were there. Who wouldn't? Especially with so many.

The end of the 48 hours

- 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

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