Mysterious CEO

to lose my first offender. ─ You're being an idiot, Henry. Larissa has always been an excellent secretary, I bet it's not just you who must be feeling frustrated, she has to worry about her job and

o wake up at five in the morning every day. I force myself to get out of bed, go into the bathroom and take a cold shower, perfect for waking me up completely. I opt for a knee-length dress and throw a jacket in my bag, you never know when the weather might get cold. I prepare Carina's backpack, putting in some extra clothes, since my ex is going to spend the weekend with her. I have custody of our daughter, but he stays with her on the weekends. Even though he was a terrible boyfriend, I can't say the same about his father figure, at least for that he was good. I drink a good cup of coffee, I don't have time to get sick. With the clock showing six in the morning and with a heavy heart, I walk to my little one's room. ─ It's time to wake up, darling. ─ I leave kisses all over her face. ─ Come on, daughter, you don’t want to be late to see Aunt Débora, do you? He mumbles something incomprehensible, turning to the other side. This girl doesn't deny that she is my daughter, if she could, she would spend the whole day sleeping, because she is only five years old. ─ Come on, daughter, mommy can’t be late for work. Before we moved, I had a steady job, but I thought it would be better to look for new opportunities and that included a new job. After almost a month working as an executive secretary, I will finally meet the all-powerful Henry Bueno, one of the biggest hotel entrepreneurs in the city. We haven't met yet, all stages of the selection process were carried out by the company's HR. The man is always traveling on business and we only spoke via email and phone. It was actually good, with a man as handsome as him, the risk of not being able to concentrate on my duties would be enormous, especially because I'm not blind and I know how to appreciate what is beautiful. ─ Mom, I want to stay at home. ─ Place a pillow over your face. ─ Daughter, you know that if it were another day I would even let you, but I have to work, little one. ─ I mess up your blonde hair like mine. ─ I'm sleepy ─ he mumbles again, refusing to get up. ─ I am too, but that