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directors of the Santini Family Tomato Sauces. He's in marketing, she's in finance. I was given the positi

would honor the family name. Having been in charge for three years, I believe I am doing well, but Monalisa never seems to be happy with the direction I am taking the company and meddles in areas beyond her competence. Like she will do now. "We need to increase profits," she begins. "The competition is gaining ground. If we are not careful, we will lose a large share of the market and...

, placing the empty plate on the edge of the sink and crossing my arms. Monalisa takes a deep breath and I already suspect which part of our business the consultant would interfere with: the cultivation method and the costs of employees. Grandpa Francesco had only two goals when he left Italy with his pockets full of tomato seeds and came to Brazil in the 1950s: to get married and to become a farmer. He spent a short time in São Paulo, where he met Grandma Antonella, a young daughter of immigr

omatoes. Our partner producers handle the plantation in the same way, generating higher costs, but also ensuring the unique flavor of our sauces. He always said that the main recipe was care, and I can only agree. The recipe and the promise of family reunion are what make our tomato sauce so

ion, he doesn't either. Monalisa snorts. "You guys have terrible memories... She even spent a few vacations here on the farm, before moving back to São Paulo!" "I remember her!" my mother says. "You two were inseparable!" "And what would a São Paulo native know about tomatoes and farms?" Max sneers. His sister's soft expression c

d on my face. But no one looks at me more seriously than my father. He's not going to give his opinion. As soon as the baton was passed, Claudio Santini

st friend talks about going to meet her boyfriend in Rio de Janeiro. We always take a few minutes to catch up on the weekend gossip, but this time I'm in disbelief. "I can't believe you're going to fall for his lies again," I begin. She rolls her eyes. "He said he needs to talk!" Camila retorts, exasperated, watching me from across the table. "Wouldn't you accept a request like

et, in the first week of the Business Administration course, I realized how different we were. Maybe this difference completes us. I was closed off and introverted, she was all friendly and outgoing. We spent days together, sitting side by side in class until she asked me for help with a explanation about finances. That was enough to make us never separate again. We worked together after we graduated, and whe