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ver been an absent father in my life, even though his professional life is very busy. His only flaw is this: he always expects too much from me, he expects me to always be pe

hich resulted in the poor quality of their work and their respective dismissals. Honestly, I urgently need to have a serious talk with this bastard. Unlike him, I keep my professional and personal lives separate, and for this to work I have made it my mission to never sleep with the women in the company. Even if I'm in need, I know that this will never happen. I admit that I'm a bit conceited, but I know that I can have

my reverie when I hear someone knocking on the door and I let them in. "Sir, here are the resumes of the selected candidates." Helena says and places the three dark folders on the table. "Okay; Please tell Hunter to come to my office in three hours. I want to have another talk with him. - Yes, sir, and if you'll allow me, I've already warned him about

- I murmur. - If I may say so, she's unbearable. I don't know how you stayed married to her for eleven years! - Even today, after five years of divorce, I still wonder about that. - But deep down I know why I still put up with her. She's my sentence. - Well, I'm going. Don't forget that the candidates will be arriving soon. - I nod in agreement and she quickly leaves. Receiving news that Agnes will be here on Thursday makes me even more pissed off. I'm going to have to hold myself back from want

k about Elisabeth Bertolazzo, poor things. - Miss Bertolazzo, here's your bag. - Sean, my driver, murmurs as he hands it to me. He's about my father's age, tall, with slightly gray hair and has been married to Edna for fifteen years. - Thank you, Sean, and please call me Elisa. - He gives me an awkward smile. - Sorry, force of habit. - Okay. - What time should I come pick you up? - You don't have to. - But how can you... - I'll ta

he asks politely. - Well, I came for a job interview, I'm one of the three selected. - She looks away and starts to use the computer. - Okay, your name? - Elisabeth Bertolazzo. - She looks at me with a raised eyebrow. - What did you say? - Elisabeth Bertolazzo. - The receptionist gives a brief laugh. - Okay girl, get out of here. - I look at her in surpr