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ou're not going out with her, are you? I'm not going out with Cris. She's married and has two children, but I can't say I've stopped dating other secretari

ere you saying, Cris?" "The print media sector wants to know when the contract with the new printing company is signed. They're worried because... Maybe it won't be signed, I think, but I don't have the courage to say. Not yet. I need the board to decide, and even though I took over as CEO of that media conglomerate five years ago, I never wanted to be one of those responsible for deciding whether to shut down an entire industry. It wouldn't be a decision made overnight. Last year, we stopped printing we

rt stories to my classmates. I started with the horror stories, until one of them asked if I couldn't spice up the relationship between the young virgin and the bloodthirsty vampire. So I did, and s

bad that the boy soiled his pants. And, of course, he ended up reporting me. I vehemently denied it, but the teacher insisted on sending a message to my mother

lic university. With my high school diploma in hand, I temporarily put my studies aside and went looking for work. My first job was as a motorcycle courier for a bank in the city center. I needed to earn more than my salary all

up and down the city for almost a year when the man, instead of checking every page before dismissing me, stared at me from top to bottom. I stared back, curious. A tall, broad man, with a belly hanging out of the belt of his well-cut dress pants, which made it clear how much he l

hing had happened. "If you did, would you study?" "Yes." "What?" "Something to do with words." "And why?" "Because I like to write." Something in my decisive tone made Mr. Omar look at me more closely. Suddenly, he took a noteboo

. Inside one of the cars was a man crying. The question rang in my mind like a siren: why was he crying? I made up an answer and quickly wrote it down in my notebook. Two simple, squished paragraphs about a young, passionate husband who, while following

paper to grow, move to Avenida Faria Lima and become a conglomerate comprising radio, television and, more recently, digital media. I grew up with the media networks, my heart always overflowing with gratitude for that man. In addition to teaching me everyth

journalist needed that, but I accepted, both for the opportunity to improve myself and for fear of displeasing him. Every now and then, I dared to make some suggestions, and seve