Cross your fingers for me

- And the other one wasn't? he asked, ironically. - Sit down. – he said seriously.

Okay, it wasn't a life-and-death affair where I needed to quit and run, although yes, I was in a bit of a hurry. I still needed to go back that day to the city where I lived most of my life.

I looked at Sebastian. We had known each other for a short time, but we had a certain connection from the first moment we saw each other. There, facing him, I even remembered when I was in that same chair, asking for a job, two months ago. His interested look and request for sincerity during the interview.

I still wasn't sure if I was really in Perrone for my intellectual capacity or to serve as revenge against Heitor Casanova. I was also trying to understand why Sebastian was trying to keep me there at all costs, even though I had asked for an advance on the second day of work, being involved, or rather, “being” involved with the man he hated, having meddled in life. his personal and still giving him a slap, follow