ath had killed me a little too. She was the woman I loved most, who I had sworn before God that I would love for eternity. And of course I still felt great pain over her loss, and I didn't like t

to give the slightest importance to any of these facts. She was practically ignoring my presence at that moment. - Do you want to know the place? I pointed to the door. She nodded and I gave her way to the front. - I've heard a lot about you these days. - Serious? Have you been researching me? - I gave a sideways smile again. - Let's just say I was forced to listen to some things. - I hope they're good. - You would be proud, certainly. She told me that she had gone to HR, where they sent her straight up, so I showed her the pantry, where the bathrooms were and the table at which she would work. It was the top floor, where only my office and my father's were located, each at one end with the meeting room in the middle. We stopped in front of the table where Giovanna would be working. - And this is where you belong. I hope you enjoyed the place, and if you have any questions, feel free to ask me. I'm going to see if my father's secretary can come here and help you, give you some things. - I appreciate it. I stood there looking at her, while adjusting my glasses with one finger. Without really knowing what I was doing, I bit my lower lip, which apparently sent the wrong message to her, and she looked at me with an ugly face. - I think I better start my work. She got behind the desk, turning on the computer, no longer caring about my presence. I just mumbled something and left her, going to my room and closing myself there. I couldn't be more wrong about the woman who started working with me. She had completely changed, from the little girl I had known, to the beautiful woman who was working for me. Minus the answering part. I took a deep breath and shook my head, as if to shake those thoughts away. I couldn't have anything with Giovanna, I had agreed with my father. And she didn't seem to want me, so everything was going well. CHAPTER FIVE Life was full of surprises, everyone knew that. And mine was no different. Working with Eduardo Tavares was not in my life plan. This was another one of the surprises I had. Was this a good thing? Probably not. I started receiving a sermon from my father on