CEO of Rio de Janeiro

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

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