James had completely forgotten that Esmeralda was in his house. He arrived at work late and was full of problems to solve.One of the hotels he was responsible for building was about to go under contract with another firm, so he was in trouble. After four grueling meetings, a disastrous staff meeting, and several phone calls to his partners, he was ready to have a relaxing evening. Maybe have a glass of champagne or a glass of whiskey. The night was warm, so maybe he'd go into the pool or hot tub.And he could always go after Samantha, his fiancée. She liked to receive it. They could go to a restaurant and then spend the night together. But Samantha was so focused on the wedding that instead of relaxing he would fill his head with more problems.Yeah, the best thing would be to go home.He arrived and parked the car, as he always did, and entered through the garage.-Manuel? Manuel?The butler came to meet him.-Sir?-I'm having dinner at home today, let the cook know.-Yes sir. Will
Esmeralda was finishing up the lady’s dress. The woman would be married in a few days and had chosen a bright red dress that accentuated each one of her curves. The woman looked like a cockatoo, watching closely in the mirror, getting at home detail of her body. Her red hair falls perfectly over her shoulders, without any loose thread, like a doll’s hair. Her makeup was loaded but very pretty, and made her feel and look younger than she really was. Samantha was her name. Samantha Buckle. But three nights from now she would forever change her name to Samantha Bellfire. Three nights from now she would be the wife of one of the richest men in Italy. She could barely contain the excitement as she looked in the mirror.-I look wonderful, don’t I?Esmeralda looked at her and smiled. Yes, you do, ma'am.I’m going to be the prettiest bride in this town, aren’t I?Esmeralda sighed low. She could have been hired only to sew the dresses and help them with the clients' bodies, but her job also
Esmeralda waited until the store closed to leave. She wanted to talk to Randy before she left. She was still hoping it was all a mistake. Maybe he said all that just to satisfy his wife, but he wasn’t being sincere.But it was useless! Randy really meant it when he fired her.-Randy, that’s ridiculous! You can’t fire me just because I hurt a client, any seamstress would do the same thing.-I know, but this client demanded that you be fired.-So what? Her wedding’s in three days, and after that, she’s never coming back to the store.-But what if she comes back? She sure has a lot of friends who might want to pick up a dress here. I don’t want to ruin possible sales around here because of you.-But Randy, you know...-I’m sorry, Esmeralda, but my decision is already made. If you want I can write some letters of recommendation, but only. I am so sorry.-Randy, please, I need this job! Mine wins on the fifth and I won’t be able to pay without working. And if you open my refrigerator only
James didn’t see the woman get in front of the car until it was too late. He even tried to brake, but it wasn’t fast enough. The woman hit her capo and fell to the ground, unconscious. Thanks to the rain, there weren’t many people on the street. If he got out of there now, no one would notice it was him. He could get out of there and get on with his life. That little incident wouldn’t tarnish his life.But the girl would stay there, lying on the street, until someone else passed. She could die there. And it would be all his fault.James was guilty of many bad things in life, but murder was not one of them. The rain began to tighten. He needed to decide quickly what to do. James took her in his arms and put her in the car. He knew it wasn’t right, he shouldn’t move a person after an accident, she could have broken something. And she was also bleeding. He shouldn’t touch someone else’s blood. But that second, that decision, he didn’t think of any of it. He picked her up and put her i
Esmeralda kept her word. James knew this the moment the policeman left the room and greeted him with a nod, but left.He even tried to go back to her room, but the nurses wouldn’t let him. Apparently visiting hours were over.He sought at the reception by the girl’s full name: Esmeralda Matinês de Los Santos. -Is someone staying with her tonight? The friendly receptionist looked at him, smiling.-No.-Didn’t you call her family?-She said she doesn’t have any. Do you want to stay with her tonight?That was the last thing James wanted.-No, but I’d appreciate it if you could call me when she’s discharged. I put my contact in the form that I filled out, but I’ll leave you my card.The woman accepted the card and went to answer the phone, which rang insistently.James left, tired of that day. He checked his car before getting in. There was a small dent in the front, the result of the accident. -Great! This will cost me some money.He even thought about cashing Esmeralda’s repair money
Trust AgreementClause 01: I hereby undertake:1. Not to use confidential information to which it has access, to generate benefitown exclusive and/or unilateral, present or future, or for the use of third parties;2. Not to record or copy confidential documentation to which it hasaccess;3. Not to appropriate confidential and/or confidential materialmade available;4. Not to pass on the knowledge of confidential information, taking responsibilityby all persons who have access to the information through me, andobliging me, thus, to compensate the occurrence of any damage and/ or damage arising fromany breach of confidentiality of the information provided.In this Term, the following expressions shall be defined as follows:Confidential Information shall mean all information disclosed in written, verbal formor by any other means. 5. To work as an ass
-This is... It’s not... it’s just... I don’t know, I thought it would be more like a work contract. It’s okay that you put that I have to serve you twenty-four hours a day and every day, which I found a little exaggerated, but I also thought that you would put something more related to our professional together. My real workday, how much I’m gonna get, stuff like that.-No, that kind of contract is the HR part of my company. The part that really interests me is this one. It’s your confidentiality! No one can know about our deal.-All right then, I’ll sign this stupid contract.She took a pen and when James parked in front of her building, she signed her name on the sheet and initialed it. James took a look out of the car. The building was old and well-finished.-Do you live here?Esmeralda noticed the tone of contempt in his voice.-Sorry it’s not the castle you’ve been waiting for, but... it’s home.-I wasn’t expecting a castle, but I wasn’t expecting garbage like this either.-First
James had completely forgotten that Esmeralda was in his house. He arrived at work late and was full of problems to solve.One of the hotels he was responsible for building was about to go under contract with another firm, so he was in trouble. After four grueling meetings, a disastrous staff meeting, and several phone calls to his partners, he was ready to have a relaxing evening. Maybe have a glass of champagne or a glass of whiskey. The night was warm, so maybe he'd go into the pool or hot tub.And he could always go after Samantha, his fiancée. She liked to receive it. They could go to a restaurant and then spend the night together. But Samantha was so focused on the wedding that instead of relaxing he would fill his head with more problems.Yeah, the best thing would be to go home.He arrived and parked the car, as he always did, and entered through the garage.-Manuel? Manuel?The butler came to meet him.-Sir?-I'm having dinner at home today, let the cook know.-Yes sir. Will
James left Esmeralda at his home, ordering two servants to take her to any of the house’s eight guest rooms and take good care of her. The second the employee pulled her out of the car and closed the door, he left, leaving her alone with those strangers.Esmeralda wanted to feel anger, but her leg was already hurting and she was very focused on that pain. The man holding her tightened her thigh a little.-Who the hell are you?-My name is Esmeralda.-Pleasure, Esmeralda. Can you explain to me why I’m carrying you?-It’s a long story.-We have time - the other maid suggested. They were clearly curious about her.-Actually, I’m a little tired and my leg is hurting. Did you get me inside? I wanted to look for my meds.The employees didn’t argue. They were used to taking orders from strangers, until they left in a day, at most two. They just didn’t understand why he brought a hurt woman, but that’s okay, they were there to follow orders and that was all that mattered.They carried Jane Do
-This is... It’s not... it’s just... I don’t know, I thought it would be more like a work contract. It’s okay that you put that I have to serve you twenty-four hours a day and every day, which I found a little exaggerated, but I also thought that you would put something more related to our professional together. My real workday, how much I’m gonna get, stuff like that.-No, that kind of contract is the HR part of my company. The part that really interests me is this one. It’s your confidentiality! No one can know about our deal.-All right then, I’ll sign this stupid contract.She took a pen and when James parked in front of her building, she signed her name on the sheet and initialed it. James took a look out of the car. The building was old and well-finished.-Do you live here?Esmeralda noticed the tone of contempt in his voice.-Sorry it’s not the castle you’ve been waiting for, but... it’s home.-I wasn’t expecting a castle, but I wasn’t expecting garbage like this either.-First
Trust AgreementClause 01: I hereby undertake:1. Not to use confidential information to which it has access, to generate benefitown exclusive and/or unilateral, present or future, or for the use of third parties;2. Not to record or copy confidential documentation to which it hasaccess;3. Not to appropriate confidential and/or confidential materialmade available;4. Not to pass on the knowledge of confidential information, taking responsibilityby all persons who have access to the information through me, andobliging me, thus, to compensate the occurrence of any damage and/ or damage arising fromany breach of confidentiality of the information provided.In this Term, the following expressions shall be defined as follows:Confidential Information shall mean all information disclosed in written, verbal formor by any other means. 5. To work as an ass
Esmeralda kept her word. James knew this the moment the policeman left the room and greeted him with a nod, but left.He even tried to go back to her room, but the nurses wouldn’t let him. Apparently visiting hours were over.He sought at the reception by the girl’s full name: Esmeralda Matinês de Los Santos. -Is someone staying with her tonight? The friendly receptionist looked at him, smiling.-No.-Didn’t you call her family?-She said she doesn’t have any. Do you want to stay with her tonight?That was the last thing James wanted.-No, but I’d appreciate it if you could call me when she’s discharged. I put my contact in the form that I filled out, but I’ll leave you my card.The woman accepted the card and went to answer the phone, which rang insistently.James left, tired of that day. He checked his car before getting in. There was a small dent in the front, the result of the accident. -Great! This will cost me some money.He even thought about cashing Esmeralda’s repair money
James didn’t see the woman get in front of the car until it was too late. He even tried to brake, but it wasn’t fast enough. The woman hit her capo and fell to the ground, unconscious. Thanks to the rain, there weren’t many people on the street. If he got out of there now, no one would notice it was him. He could get out of there and get on with his life. That little incident wouldn’t tarnish his life.But the girl would stay there, lying on the street, until someone else passed. She could die there. And it would be all his fault.James was guilty of many bad things in life, but murder was not one of them. The rain began to tighten. He needed to decide quickly what to do. James took her in his arms and put her in the car. He knew it wasn’t right, he shouldn’t move a person after an accident, she could have broken something. And she was also bleeding. He shouldn’t touch someone else’s blood. But that second, that decision, he didn’t think of any of it. He picked her up and put her i
Esmeralda waited until the store closed to leave. She wanted to talk to Randy before she left. She was still hoping it was all a mistake. Maybe he said all that just to satisfy his wife, but he wasn’t being sincere.But it was useless! Randy really meant it when he fired her.-Randy, that’s ridiculous! You can’t fire me just because I hurt a client, any seamstress would do the same thing.-I know, but this client demanded that you be fired.-So what? Her wedding’s in three days, and after that, she’s never coming back to the store.-But what if she comes back? She sure has a lot of friends who might want to pick up a dress here. I don’t want to ruin possible sales around here because of you.-But Randy, you know...-I’m sorry, Esmeralda, but my decision is already made. If you want I can write some letters of recommendation, but only. I am so sorry.-Randy, please, I need this job! Mine wins on the fifth and I won’t be able to pay without working. And if you open my refrigerator only
Esmeralda was finishing up the lady’s dress. The woman would be married in a few days and had chosen a bright red dress that accentuated each one of her curves. The woman looked like a cockatoo, watching closely in the mirror, getting at home detail of her body. Her red hair falls perfectly over her shoulders, without any loose thread, like a doll’s hair. Her makeup was loaded but very pretty, and made her feel and look younger than she really was. Samantha was her name. Samantha Buckle. But three nights from now she would forever change her name to Samantha Bellfire. Three nights from now she would be the wife of one of the richest men in Italy. She could barely contain the excitement as she looked in the mirror.-I look wonderful, don’t I?Esmeralda looked at her and smiled. Yes, you do, ma'am.I’m going to be the prettiest bride in this town, aren’t I?Esmeralda sighed low. She could have been hired only to sew the dresses and help them with the clients' bodies, but her job also