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CEO of Rio de Janeiro

CEO of Rio de Janeiro

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Isabela came about when I was finishing A Delegada, an intense and highly successful book in my career. Everything was going well, the writing was flowing, then grandma left this world, and that affected me. What I knew about the forest, about farms, had to do with it. It was on his farm that I learned to ride a horse, became familiar with the land, woke up early to milk the cows, collected chicken eggs in the late afternoon, and ate fruit from the tree. I tried, but the story didn't come anymore, talking about Eduardo Guerra's stud farm, it takes me to the small farm in the village of Paraíso, where I spent all my childhood holidays, and that hurt. Then came the good news, my son Miguel passed the entrance exam for medicine in another city, two hundred and ten kilometers away from home. I needed to give him all the initial support, after all, everything was new for him, as he was born, raised and lived in the same city, however he soon adapted and I was able to focus on myself again. Several people told me to quit and write another book, but I didn't want to, I didn't want to leave the characters unfinished, I was afraid I'd never write them again, I forced it, I forced myself, and they finally came. I hope you have fun and good reading, everyone. Chapter 1 Isabela I left the law office located on Avenida Rio Branco, a commercial center in the city of Rio de Janeiro, desperate, still not believing what I had just heard inside. Roberto Prado, my father's friend and lawyer, made it very clear that the only thing that I, Isabela Sales de Castro e Mello, had of my own was a piece of land that I inherited from my godfather, four years ago, in the outback of the state of Minas Gerais, in a small town that didn't even exist on the map, and in thirty days I would have to vacate the penthouse where I lived, in Ipanema, in the upscale area of ​​the city. At the time, I paid little attention to that legacy. I would have sold that farm, but my father thought it would be better to leave the leased land to the other heir and when I finished college, I would decide what to do. It was always Dad who resolved everything, I only signed a power of attorney giving him powers to act on my behalf and apparently Mr. Carlos Afonso did the right thing in convincing me, because now that was all I had left. I left the building, still dazed, and walked quickly to the parking lot. It was just after eleven o'clock in the morning, but the temperature was already scorching and the thermometer on the corner read 35 degrees. Sweat was running down the back of my neck, confirming what I had heard earlier on the radio, that January would be very hot in the city. I got into my car, beautiful and comfortable, all in beige leather, with an integrated sound system, sunroof, automatic transmission, and I thanked God that it was in my name or, certainly, I would have lost it too. I turned the air conditioning on full blast and rested my head on the backrest, trying to relax. - Holy shit! - I let out a painful scream, punching the steering wheel and struggling.

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playboy, with a life full of luxuries and ostentation, fond of sophisticated cuisine, expensive wines and trips abroad, but I never imagined that I would be able to spend everything that Grandpa left. Two months ago I had lost him to complications from diabetes, his health had been failing for some time, as a result of poor diet and a bohemian lifestyle, but he didn't listen to anyone and continued living as if he didn't have the disease. Unfortunately, I could do little for him. As his only daughter and heir, I didn't worry about inheritance, I just tried to survive his loss.

I thought my financial life was secure, at least until today. My ancestors, the Castro and Mello, were famous among Rio's elite, lived in large mansions and attended monarchy parties during the times of the empire. They owned sugar factories and a large patrimony. I knew that a large part of our assets had been lost due to unsuccessful businesses, still under my grandfather's management, but it was still a lot of money and Dad inherited farms, properties and land. How could it all have ended like this? When asking the lawyer these questions, his response was that Dad always spent more than he earned and when he saw that his assets were decreasing day after day, he decided to sell what was left and invest in an investment fund. Roberto said he had warned him that this type of business was safe as long as it was managed by serious and registered companies, with up-to-date accountability, and supervised by the CVM, the institution that regulates the investment market. Dad reassured him by saying he knew what he was doing and that the company belonged to an old friend. Unfortunately, that wasn't what happened, the economic crisis that affected our country in the last decade was not favorable for some companies, including the one in which Dad invested, and to get more money, he took out loans and gave our apartment as collateral. All of that was confusing and complicated, full of financial terms and I didn't understand anything about economics, but what I understood and it was very clear, was that I was broke and my bank account was almost empty. After my hysterical attack in the car, which did nothing, I started the engine and headed home. I entered the three hundred square meter penthouse where I lived, disoriented, in one of the most expensive neighborhoods in the country. I went to the bar and took a shot of tequila, the liquid went in burning and tearing, but I took another shot, wanting to anesthetize myself and escape the reality that was plaguing my life. When Dad died, I knew I had to file the inventory and all the legal procedures, but still shaken, I put it off and left it for later, without imagining what awaited me. That there was nothing left to inherit. What would it be like from then on? Good thing I had Diego, my fiancé. He would know what to do, he was the one who had been helping me with everything after Dad's death, we had practically lived together since then. We loved each other. Diego would take care of me. I took off my shoes and left them there, walked barefoot to my suite, ripping off my clothes along the way. I needed a shower. I turned on the whirlpool and threw my favorite bath foam into the water, that would definitely calm me down. I sat in the bathtub and let the delicious water embrace my body, the strong jets massage my muscles and the pleasant aroma soothe my distress. I closed my eyes and thought about my life. I always had everything I wanted, I studied at the best schools, traveled to different countries, spent, enjoyed, lived, like any upper class girl. Money had never been a problem for me and that would all be resolved, certainly. At twenty-two years old I had never worked in my life, I had recently graduated in journalism from PUC, Pontifical Catholic University of Rio de Janeiro, and I was playing at being a Digital Influencer. My social networks had more than fifty thousand followers, I liked doing that, sharing my daily life with the world, but I didn't make money from it, I just did it for pleasure. Surely, there was a way out of all the confusion my life had become, I just needed to find out what it was. An hour later, I got out of the bathtub and put on fresh clothes. I returned to the room, feeling calmer and more relaxed. I looked around at all the luxury of the place, the balcony facing the sea, the swimming pool, the sophisticated and comfortable furniture, the decorative objects and paintings signed by renowned artists, and I asked how someone who lived involved in so much refinement could be bankrupt. . It was all so crazy and surreal. Unbelievable. I sat on the couch and waited. A comforting relief washed over me as I heard the front door open and saw my fiancé's handsome face. Diego smiled slowly, showing the dimples in his cheek, and I admired him affectionately. He was a handsome man, with dark, wavy, full hair, brown eyes and a toned body, the result of the hours he spent exercising. Graduated in physical education, Diego made his body his calling card. I got up and went towards him, kissing his mouth desperately, caressing his broad torso and large biceps, needing to feel protected. - Hi to you too, kitten - he said as he separated our lips. "I missed you," I murmured needily. - I understand, my dear. - He smiled mischievously, grabbing my ass. I looked deep into his eyes and asked uneasily: - I need to talk about something serious with you, Diego. - After I take a shower, Isabela, that work is killing me. - He walked away and left his backpack on the floor, sitting on the sofa and taking off his sneakers. Diego had received a gym from his father, but the place was still under construction. - How are things at the academy? I asked. - The a

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