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I looked at her, confused. "Who?" "Kelly. Monique's daughter from HR. She's four years old. She's super
both Diana and I would be taking a vacation. As incredible as it might seem, she wasn't very excited about it. But in my absence, there was no reason for her to stay at the company. "Apparently y
ounds of makeup on her face, and she was naturally beautiful. "Are you calling me a gossip, sir?" There was something very sensual in the way she said that word, even though she had
didn't like to exercise my compassion for them or I would end up forgiving their mistakes and failing to fire them when necessary. I was Iron Man, after all. Wasn't I? If she thought I was going to ask her any questions about the chil
how her that I knew how to give compliments, but I preferred to keep quiet. Luckily for me, we were interrupted by the very little girl we were talking about, because, running and looking back, with no sense of direction, she ran straight into my legs and could have falle
lost, watching the two of them, noticing that the little girl was gradually calming down in Diana's arms, until she started to laugh, throwing her head back. My secretary had a way with children, and she seemed to love them. It was mesmerizing and it made my hear
tle girl who wasn't even hers. With a playful wink at me, she carried the little girl away, in her arms, probably to return her to her father. I followed Diana with my eyes, watching her every step. When I looked at F
hen he made some mistake on the video game I had bought with great effort last Christmas. JoĆ£o Pedro was a good boy, and I didn't have much to complain about. We got along well, with all the excep
at a great company, and I could even try to advance there, with a bit of luck, since I didn't have a college degree. No matter how much everyone criticized my boss, the powerful Nicolas Sodemberg, calling him a tyrant, an executioner and a thousand other things, I ha
couldn't help but smile thinking about the way he treated the little girl, despite the fact that he was clearly clumsy with children. Such an attitude s
his eyes, something very heavy, that would make me want to unravel him. He was mysterious, beyond everything else, and that intrigued me. Throughout the time we worked t
would be a Saturday, and I could sleep in a little later, if JoĆ£o would allow it. Ten-year-old boys could be very noisy when
was a big boy and could take care of himself, I didn't want to let him off the hook. "KƔtia?" I
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