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world with investigative reporting, and my cousin's mother, Abigail, who is always around us helping with my sister. In fact, Aunt Abigail raised me, Madson, and Robert together. Unfortunately, my mother passed away when my sister was born, and she is the one who takes care of us all, helping my father, who became very reclusive after losing his wife. My relationship with my cousin has always been very good, but after I had to move away from the USA and spent the season in Brazil, it seems that our relationship became strained. At all times I have to be my cousin's boss, not his friend or relative. I always knew it was wasteful, but it seems that if I hadn't taken over the company, perhaps we wouldn't have any more legacy to look after. The bills were crazy and I've spent the last three years trying to balance things, and we're only now really getting into a good place financially. Suddenly, I am pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of applause. I get up, open the door and see that the sound is coming from the entrance to the main auditorium. I see an awning in front in blue and white. I approach to read and find the following message: “Meeting of those selected for the 'Sócios pelo Mundo' project, from the Miller institute” Miller? Is it from my godfather Arnon Miller's institute? I know I shouldn't, but I open the door gently, just to satisfy my curiosity. I observe the people around and realize that the meeting is his, yes. I miss talking to him. I hadn't seen him for a while, but now is not the time, as I have... — It wasn't planned, but there is someone I would like to introduce to you. — I close my eyes, knowing it's me he's talking about. — He's a big CEO in New York, heir to the Hamilton family name and also my godson, who I haven't seen in a long time. Come up here, Brian. Why the fuck did I open that door? I want to run away and pretend that he confused me, but those responsible for organizing his meeting bring me inside. Crap! Now you can't run away. “I just go there and wish these people good luck and go back to my room”, I think. So I force myself to take quick strides and climb onto the blue-carpeted stage. — Hello, godfather — I greet him and he covers me with a longing hug. — Good to see you, my godson. Please say a few words to them. They are all tourism professionals who will be my partners in new agencies. They will b