tically running. As much as I need a job, I can't believe I heard a request so... so... crazy. This man is crazy. How crazy! CHAPTER 4 I collect the resume of the woman who stormed

just gotten out of my head since you denied my offer? I take a sip of the wine and continue staring at the photo of the woman. I put the glass aside, take out my cell phone and type in the number on my CV, save it in my contacts and without hesitation I send a message. Davi>> Hi, Aline, it's me, Davi Blanc. I know I was a little forward this morning in the interview, but I'd really like to talk to you about the proposal I made. Maybe it was a little hasty, but I would like to explain my intentions better. Can I pay you a dinner or something to talk about? Tighten in sending and I look at the screen. Did I overdo the message? Or in the conversation? Offering a position in exchange for her pretending to be my girlfriend, it wasn't nice, I know. But I desperately need someone and I can't count on any of the women I'm in contact with. The truth is that my friendship cycle is very small, it is practically limited to Eric and Sabrina, however, she is engaged. CHAPTER 5 I clean the house while Theo is sleeping. Yesterday when I arrived from the interview, I just wanted to vent to Márcia, but she couldn't take time off to be with my son. So I swallowed the anger that had built up since that man opened his mouth to talk shit, and I was left to myself. Never in my life would I tell my father what happened in that place. And the height of his madness was the message he sent me at night. I didn't even bother to respond or I could have been sued for libel and slander. Now, while Theo is still sleeping, I finish cleaning the house and making food. My friend came to see me before going to work. She would arrive at any moment. My cell phone notifies me of receiving a message and my heart accelerates in a strange way. I don't remember feeling these sensations in the last three years. Márcia>> I arrived, open the door. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see my friend's name on the screen. I don't know why I thought it was his. CEO of the factory, hell, the person in charge of that place was Mr. Willians. It was his photo that was on the website and in all the interviews and newspapers. I open the door and by the look on my fri