CEO and Money

face, irritated by the retaliation. I knew my slap hadn't caused him much more than a slight sting, but the audacity would be taken into account. "Who do you think you are, bitch? I should teach you

want... think about it and be careful. If you change t

have to do with anything? I'm just the secretary." A mischievous smile appeared on his face. The son of a bitch had once been handsome, but his face was thinner, sunken, with a sparse, patchy beard, and there were two scars that stood out on his forehead, probably from some fight. "A pretty girl like you can get a lot of things from a guy." - He put his hand on my face, intending to touch it, but I turned him around, trying to get away. - Not only with that little face and that little body, but he must have access to some safe, to checks, to information that could be useful. Nothing that blackmail can't do. - I'm not a prostitute or a thief

even feel relieved, if it weren't for the fact that my brother was in the hands of those bandits. I couldn't even try to take into account the detail that João was Leonardo's son, because I couldn't believe that this would be a safety parameter for the boy. When there was money involved, many things could happen. It wasn't

n't for two people who knew me well. The little boy was my main target, because he was about six years old, exactly the age my son would be at that point. The girl was about three years old, and he was very protective of her, as if his mission was to take care of her little sister. A hint of a smile appeared on my face, imagining what it would have been like if the woman I married had been a little different. I wasn't judging Taís. Some women simply weren't born to be mothers, and that was their right. My late wife never thought about having an abortion or abandoning her child; she just didn't want that li

e, taking a sip of the beer that suddenly became more bitter than before. "Of course you do. You still miss him, don't you?" Francisco rolled his eyes. "What do you think, idiot. I know you don't have children, but I can't even imagine what I would do if I lost one of them. Yeah, that's exactly what it was. Before I became a father, I also didn't imagine the amount of love it's possible to feel for someone. After Junior was born, every time I looked at him, my protective instincts would kick in, driving me insane