"It's because everyone has this illusion that my brother kept me protected for years," I explained, holding my beer bottle. I needed a cold contact, because my body was warming up for the shame of admitting all that. "He did absolutely nothing to protect me. What he did was put people around me to tell what was happening in my life, and only if something very terrible was happening, he would send others to solve the problem. I've never even seen my brother act as the founder of this Brotherhood. I've never witnessed anything that people report having suffered. What I suffer is something present. It's mine now.”"I must confess that I have already considered killing you," Dante said, looking away to the back of the bar. He observed the fight of two men, and made an expression of anger when he realized that a table had broken when one of the strongmen fell on the spot. Of course, he was identified their faces to collect the damage later. So he watched me again. "Not today. I knew who yo

"I thank you for being such a good psychologist, Dante. You should be the profession "I spoke in a cordial tone. Dante cursed a bad word and laughed. "I'm serious... People are losing patience to talk to me and you acted so naturally that it seems like you were paid to do this.”"And I'm going to be," he said firmly. “Please pay ten percent more of your bill for the damage your grumblings have caused to my ears, please.”"Oh, spare me," I said, laughing. “But, really, thank you. You saved me from a chaotic night when I would either stop at the bed of one of these smelly and rude customers, or I would cry until dawn. And neither of the two things would leave me in a good mood to deal with real life. Thank you, Dante.”"Don't thank, bourgeois," he said, but stretched out his arm to rest his calloused hand on top of mine. It was not a sensual touch, although I must admit that with so much drink in my head and after venting about all my worst sentimental issues, I would have very well sat

It didn't take long for another sneezing crisis to start. But I wouldn't leave there until I was sure that the next meeting would have already ended. Suzane already knew of all my placements for the project "I would demand a lot of money and labor, we would need hiring urgently, both for the company and for the other factories that it extended throughout the country", and I did not need to be there to relocate everything on the agenda. The people who followed the first meeting could do that for me. I didn't want to think about work that day. And if it was my choice, I wouldn't even have left home to attend.Probably, if Suzane hadn't insisted so much for me to attend her, I wouldn't even have remembered any meeting. And I would certainly have ignored that blessed letter she stuck in my door in the five days off I took. I was missing more than working. At some very distant time "basically in my first years of work" I would have worried about losing my position on the board, and I would

My friends could be anything but un stylish. Hunter had his hair fastened by an elastic band, with the brown and silky locks well combed. He wore a smocking and a black dress shirt. And as much as the color was from his shoulders to his feet by the glossy shoes, he exuded an incredible kind of shine of his own. Suzane wore a dress also black, but black was definitely his color. The heavy and long hair was drooping in thick curls by the short and around the arms. And she looked like a queen without a crown. My friend didn't wear strong makeup, but not even the brown lipstick could erase all her grandeur and power. Together, Suzane and Hunter were heartbreakers, and I loved them deeply."You look beautiful, Suzy," I spoke in a malicious tone. Hunter snorted with a laugh. He kept saying that he should pay good dollars for Suzy and I to catch each other. (Of course he just joked; I would never have any kind of attraction to my best friend. I knew too many of Suzane's defects for that). An

"Where did I overestimate myself? "Questioned Colton."I don't know, maybe the moment you thought I might be jealous of you," I went in a whispered voice. Colton giggled low, and didn't answer. He just raised the cup against his mouth, demonstrating an arrogance and arrogance that I doubted were natural reactions of his face. "And don't keep giving those stupid little smiles. You know very well that nothing could ever happen between us.”"So, if you like Mikaela, why let her marry me? "He replied, arching an eyebrow. "Why don't you just go to her and tell her to stop all this? Why do you try to make me feel bad about the way you two connect? Why do you think I'm going to feel bad, to start the conversation?”"I never knew if you would be affected or not so "I spoke in an innocent tone, Colton rolled his eyes. "I'm serious, Colton. As far as I knew, you were fake boyfriends. It's not my fault if they decided that from one moment to the next they would become more than friends.”"You kn