Do I hate a CEO?

I took the bottle from him.

- Now try again, with both hands. You can. He's a man... Must have strength at least. It's the bare minimum...

- I'm not a man used to pushing, Miss Novaes. At least not to open elevators. He looked at me sarcastically.

- And how are you going to open the elevator door, if you're not going to use your strength? Do you think he will obey your beautiful fingers? – I mocked.

He looked at his fingers and then at me:

- I am impressed with the way you observe me and know everything about me, “Bárbara”.

- Miss Novaes, please. - I asked. – No intimacies.

- B-á-rbara . He spelled it out slowly, to annoy me.

- Well, “Heitor”, get out of there and I'll open this crap.

I put the bottle on the floor and tried to open the door, using all my strength. But he couldn't even get his fingers into the crack, it was so small.

- Use your fucking cell. I told him.

- It's not with me. He leaned against the glass wall, crossing his arms.

I opened my bag and took out my cell phone,