MarianaI had just approached the secretary's desk of the biggest idiot I had ever met in my life, who also goes by the name Ethan Constantino when suddenly I saw a door swing open, and a man emerged from it looking quite upset.Besides the way he had just stormed out of the room, which I deduced belonged to Ethan, something else caught my attention about that man, and I stared at him intently, both at his words and his appearance.I had a distinct feeling that I knew him from somewhere..."I'm going to sell this dirty story to all the newspapers. Everyone will know that Ethan Constantino is nothing but a cheating scoundrel!" The man shouted at the top of his lungs, pointing his finger in the direction of the person behind a large mahogany desk.Even from a distance, I could clearly see that the man sitting in an imposing manner in the presidential chair was Ethan, but there was no surprise there.What made me stare at Ethan with a lot of anger, I mean a lot of anger, was the fact tha
EthanWhen Mariana took off her glasses and her eyes became visible to me, I felt a strong pain hit my chest, and the guilt for what happened last night came back in full force. I wasn't at all happy with how our disagreement ended up causing an accident, even if it wasn't serious. Just the fact that Mariana had her face like that made me feel really bad. And it became clear to me that I don't want to be a negative presence in her life."Murilo is just reaping what he sowed," I say, which should already be quite obvious to her. "You don't see it because he's your friend."Mariana smiles, and her laughter is filled with irony and, I would say, exhaustion. But I was also tired of so many injustices. Someone needs to take control."Have you ever stopped to think that things might not be as you believe?" Mariana says, and her finger now touches my chest several times as she speaks right in my face. "Have you ever thought that maybe... just maybe... Beatriz wasn't the person you idealized
MarianaI left Ethan's office fuming, as Aunt Celina would say, but that's exactly how I felt at that moment—truly boiling with anger, bubbling even. Despite my terribly swollen face, I had left my house to personally go to Ethan's company, after searching for the correct address on Google, with the sole intention of telling him face-to-face what I thought about him sending an unwanted gift to my house without my consent.Recalling the moment when they arrived at my house with a bed to deliver, on Ethan Constantino's orders, reignites all my fury. The audacity of that wretched cretin to try to control even the bed I sleep on in my own room. The room is mine, the house is mine, and he has no right to meddle in matters that have nothing to do with him. I would never accept someone who interfered in my life in that way, without any prior conversation, without any dialogue, just doing whatever they want, however, they please.But as if Ethan's actions weren't enough to completely drive me
MuriloThat was a quite busy day at the office, and I spent the whole morning in meetings with the legal team and the Marketing department, trying to find ways to minimize the damage caused by unfounded and defamatory statements from a dishonest former employee to FERZ's reputation.After reaching some consensus on the strategies to tackle this situation, it was time for me to meet with some investors from the western region of the country, and that took up my entire lunch hour.But as soon as our meeting was over, the first thing I did was notify Arlete to cancel other appointments on my schedule for the day because I wouldn't be working anymore. I intended to meet Virgínia at the mall, something I had wanted to do for hours but was only now possible.Virgínia had left me quite upset that morning when I called to check on how she was feeling, and my fiancée said she was at the store instead of resting as I had requested before leaving the apartment to go to the company early today.I
ArthurWhen the manager of my nightclub entered my office on the second floor to inform me that someone was insisting on speaking with me, she didn't need to tell me who it was. I could already perfectly imagine who it was.After asking Lucy to let this person in without even asking who it was, the woman I saw walking through the door of my office was exactly who I had imagined, confirming that my assumption was correct.Even though I anticipated the inconvenient visitor, I had to take a deep breath and summon all the patience within me to not shout at her for doing exactly what I asked her not to do: follow me. What's worse, she came to my workplace uninvited and definitely unwelcome."What are you doing here, Bruna?" I asked rudely and without a preamble. "I made it abundantly
MarianaAfter we told Joshua about the story involving Murilo and Ethan, he seemed genuinely shocked. According to what he told us, he could never have imagined that his friend would find a scapegoat and pursue that person to the point of becoming someone unscrupulous and vengeful."We left the country after what happened to my sister," Joshua recounted. "My parents were always completely focused on work and felt guilty for not having enough time for their children, catering to all our desires. And as you can imagine, that's completely wrong.""But you don't seem to have been affected by it much," Virgínia pointed out assertively.I also agreed with my friend, as the more we talked to him, the more he showed himself to be someone with many qualities, and the biggest one s
EthanIt's been a few days since I had any news from Mariana, and it was eating away at me. I miss her, and even miss sleeping on the small and narrow mattress that was too cramped for the both of us.Recognizing this made me reflect on the irony of the situation because I was now lying in my big and comfortable bed, extremely spacious, surrounded by luxury and all the things money can buy, but I wasn't... happy.I could claim that since I lost Beatriz, I could never be happy again, but I would be lying in a shameful way. I loved Beatriz, and when she was with me, I felt fulfilled and happy, but as soon as she distanced herself, I questioned why I accepted all her flaws and tantrums.The truth is, her loss seems to have blinded me, making me only remember the good times and how happy I felt when we were together.But the big problem is that we spent very little time together because we were always in crisis, with Beatriz complaining about me working too much, not having enough time fo
MarianaEven though I felt well enough to work, I still spent a few days at home, resting. I didn't want any of my clients to see me with my face like that, and I certainly didn't want to have to explain to everyone why I had that bruise around my eye.Even worse, I didn't want anyone to assume it was due to violence and without knowing the truth, spread lies about it. Only when the bruise had completely disappeared from my face, did I return to work, where I was already missing a lot. And when I found Virginia much earlier than we used to do our shift change, because I couldn't stand being cooped up at home anymore, thinking nonsense.But the first thing my friend asked was something completely different from what I expected. "I thought you'd ask if I was better," I protested, annoyed. "And you're asking me about that jerk?"Virginia doesn't care at all that I'm irritated and even laughs at my angry face. "Calm down, friend," she asks, smiling. "I'm just curious if Ethan looked for y