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me, the president didn't like the comment either and pretended not to hear it, continuing the conversation as if Miguel hadn't even opened his mouth. I admit that I felt victorious when I saw him being ignored, but I soon felt bad, because even though Miguel was rude to me, he had his reasons. I wanted to explain myself to him, mainly because I couldn't miss this opportunity, but also because I didn't want anyone thinking I was a crazy pervert. But the meeting prevented me from having a moment alone with him. I presented my work as planned, despite having lost some of my shine. Miguel didn't make any more comments with ulterior motives, and he seemed quite professional as he asked me questions along with the rest. I also had my time getting to know them, especially the team of architects who were already full of crazy and some impossible ideas for cooking. I was a little nervous about having people who didn't understand anything about my area making meaningless guesses, but I didn't show it. I was used to that feeling, as I was constantly judged by customers, that everything they knew came from their own tastes. I understood them, and even enjoyed some opinions, when I felt at ease again. And that was good. The president spoke openly, as if he were in a circle of friends. Maybe he really was, and I was just the guest, but I restrained myself from getting too emotional. This had to work. At the opening party, many other chefs would be invited, as well as important families. It was my time to gather more contacts and attract more eyes to my restaurant. I wanted to show my brother that he didn't need to worry about me like he used to, and that was the best way I found. At the end of the meeting, I saw an opportunity to at least speak separately with Miguel. I approached him after we got out of the elevator and the rest continued walking, distracted by a conversation that I wasn't paying attention to. For me, there was only Miguel, who looked at me with fear when I called him. - We can talk? - I asked while he rehearsed the right words to explain it to me. I even thought about apologizing, ignoring my pride that wanted to punch me in the face just for havin