Semua Bab Resisting You: Bab 31 - Bab 38

Nihara VittiThe company boils with the resounding results of the two campaigns launched. The perfume developed for the pre-adolescent and adolescent public is already among the best-selling products, and this with only two weeks in the market.A celebration party is being organized for later, and the office is full of energy today. From my room, I can observe the constant flow of people, some in meetings, others performing their usual tasks. Meanwhile, I am immersed in the thorough analysis and review of documents of the promotional campaign that will be presented to the CEO soon. The colorful charts and detailed reports are scattered around my desk as I study them carefully. My assistant, just entered, and brings with her a transparent bowl containing grapes, she approaches and leaves it facing me looking beggar. "Thank you for your kind attention." "Nihara, we have received many proposals for partnerships. In addition, the brewery Storne approved the logo, awaitin

Tobias Bernstorff “Is my son all right?” asks my father, entering my office. I straighten up in the chair and sigh. “How could I be so wrong with her, Father, as I could not see the kind of woman I had on my side?” I complain, melancholy, to see him sit before me. “You know, son, I think in a way you knew who the woman who shared her life with you was. But sometimes we prefer to ignore the facts in front of us to maintain the harmony of the relationship.” He speaks with an expression, of disappointment, as if he was going through something similar. But how He and my mother are fine. Or did that go unnoticed? “Is everything okay between you?” I ask, widening my eyes. “You and mom, is something happening that we do not know?” “Don’t worry, son, it’s okay. So, have you talked to your sister?” “Yeah, we talked. She said something like, I’m only talking to you because Nihara insisted a lot. It’s amazing how in such a short time she became so important to me and As

Nihara VittiLast night was humiliating for me, even though I gave that journalist a good answer. I do not like to know that my efforts and work have been called into question, I would never accept such an exchange of favors. I’ll have to talk to Amber again, this time I won’t be so nice.My sister wouldn’t listen to me, she knows I’m not much for explaining my decisions, so she should consider it and listen to me. But it’s okay, when she wants to talk, I’ll be here to explain myself. I sit in front of the computer still in my room and answer some work messages, some are from custom requests and other congratulations and partnership invitation. My gaze fixed on the e-mail that I could not read because Tobias had entered my room as if he were the owner. Smiling. I click on the e-mail and read: December 21, 14:15 DE: niltorres@gmail.com TO: niharavitti16@gmail.com SUBJECT: Please forgive me Hi, Nihara, how are you?I swear it wasn’t planned. Months after his t

“No, no, let me go please, don’t do this…” “Alright, alright, you’re safe. It was just a nightmare.” He pulls me tightly into his arms; I feel him stroking my hair, trying to calm me. A solitary tear falls from my face and wets his bare shoulder. “Where am I?” He looks at me, his eyes filled with anger. He slowly lifts his hands and places them on each side of my face. “I would give anything for that not to have happened. I…” he lowers his head, his shoulders trembling, and I hear him sniffle. Is he hurting for me? I sigh and lift his face; his eyes are a dark shade of green. I hug him-an embrace that comforts. Warm. Protective. The warmth of his body soothes me, gives me a sense of safety and belonging. I open my eyes with a start, remembering my promise. I pull away reluctantly; I wanted to sleep in his strong arms, but I can’t. Likewise, I shouldn’t.“What time is it? I need to go before your mother sniffs me out here.” “Don’t worry, my mother is far away, we’re in my apartm