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me with law, he should be a model. - It is not? I always say this to Bento. And if he wasn't my cousin, I would take it. Delicious, isn't it? There was no denying it, because it was truly deli

. Oliver... - Yummy!, I concluded in thought. - What did you say, Dona Cecília? -His voice scared me again when I heard his question. Damn it! I couldn't believe I had said it out loud... Again! - Er... Nothing, Dr. Oliver - I hurried to reply. - I meant to say that you are brave - I continued, thinking of the first word I remembered with the adjective that best fits it: - I just read your article in today's newspaper, you really have to be very brave to do what you do. did to get here - I quickly added, and it wasn't a lie at all. In fact, it was true. Even before he was thirty, Oliver Prado Albuquerque e Guimarães, commonly known as my boss and love of my life - the last part he obviously didn't know - was a very successful construction businessman, who had achieved success and his first billion before even after turning twenty-five. While I, with my twenty-seven, didn't even have a hundred reais in my bank account, and I would still have to survive on those measly cents for another twenty days, until the end of the month, when I would have my salary paid. - Hm... I know. - His voice didn't sound very convinced when he spoke again, but he just added: - Just come to my office, as I asked you. "I'm coming, sir," I said, standing up immediately. Ufa! That was close! I had to learn to control not only my thoughts, but also my tongue, because one day or another, I would certainly get into trouble. I very much doubted that my boss would want an employee working with him who, besides being crazy and clumsy, she was still in love with him. The man certainly wanted to see himself away from this problem called "I". As I headed towards my dear and beloved boss's office, I smoothed out my pencil skirt, straightened the long-sleeved white button-down blouse that was part of my uniform, wanting to make sure they were intact and clean. Not with the skirt tucked into my panties, as had happened once, when I got up from the table at an informal lunch with the company's investors and I felt so hot when all eyes focused on me. I even twerked a little, in what I thought was a provocative way, as I continued walking, unaware that I actually had my ass completely exposed. Or with the transparent blouse and bra showing, as it had been the time I showered myse