THE BRUTE CEO

is is mother Joana’s house? She shouldn't have lied about being a boy, she considered in agony. How many other trials would I go through because of this lie? F

hmm?, she thought, pulling her hood back, revealing her short brown hair. The other narrowed his eyes, seeming taken aback by her appearance, and she felt her insides churn. — Do you happen to think you're in a hotel? She sighed in relief that the question had nothing to do with her appearance, although she didn't understand the reason for the pointless questioning. - Sorry did not understand. — So I'm going to be very clear — He crossed his arms over his big belly and spread his legs in a position as if he was going to give a speech next — You will take care of your things after work, and that includes making your clothes, the bed, taking a shower and any other personal task, understand? We have schedules to keep, and one of them is breakfast. So, if you still want to eat before starting work, follow me to the cafeteria. And it is now. Wasting no time, Mariana grabbed her cap, placed it on her head and ran to catch up with the foreman, who was already leaving the accommodation. Chapter 7 Upon entering the cafeteria, she made an effort to maintain a posture closer to that of a man, walking with firm and confident steps, taking care not to sway her hips too much or straighten her spine in such a way as to show the protrusion of her small breasts against her loose t-shirt. and long. She noticed immediately that most of the people in the cafeteria were men. There were only two women, one of them was the cook, and the other young woman looked to be the same age as Mariana. The older woman gave her a gentle smile while the young woman looked at her curiously. For a second or two, she felt a little uncomfortable among the pedestrians. But as she was crazy with hunger, she didn't pay much attention to the discomfort. Her stomach growled, protesting for food, anything, she was even capable of stealing the horses' pasture. She went to the counter, picked up a plate and cutlery and headed to the buffet line. There were sliced ​​breads and homemade bread with margarine, scrambled eggs, aluminum teapots with coffee and another with milk, as well as three pl