- "You can help me around here. Mrs. Brian is in her office, so I need to meet the demand of the models and her demands. You can save me from this"- "Of course. Just say what I need to do"Despite being in a light job, where she didn't need to bend over backwards to prove herself worthy of the job, Lora was capable of fulfilling any mission. She was used to heavy demands from childhood.- "Thanks for that, really. You could start by going to Ms. Brian's office and asking if she needs anything"- "Leave it to me"Lora walked to her own office first, where she left her bag and turned off her cell phone. The environment was not an example of organization, not least because it was not used only by her. There was someone else, on another shift, who didn't mind keeping the place tidy. And after assessing her reflection in the handheld mirror, she decided she was presentable enough to see her boss for the first time.The woman walked to the end of the hall, where the CEO's large office was
Lora knocked against the door twice. She was looking forward to meeting her boss, as she was part of Spencer's investigation as the murdered man's widow.- "Please come in" Michele authorized, and then Lora entered the large office.- "Good morning, Ms. Brian. I'm Lora Lins. Daliah is busy, so she asked me to come and ask if you need anything"Despite being focused on the screen in front of her, typing quickly and attentive to every word, Michele heard her well.- "Lins, right?"- "Yes ma'am"- "Is your father some famous director or do you just have the same last name?" Michele was still typing as she talked, not taking her eyes off the redhead for a millisecond.- "Jean Lins? Yes, he's my father." Having said that, Lora finally gained Michele's attention. The brown eyes quickly went up to the redhead who was standing a few feet from the door.- "Oh, interesting situation"The CEO's thoughts were hovering around her employee's story. To the world, she was very recent news. Jean was f
- "She's not the curious type" Daliah assured.- "She asked me about my father" Lora walked to the coffee maker and removed the last coffee she had prepared, placing it on the tray.- "This subject does not count"- "I know it generates curiosity, but it's still my personal life" the redhead analyzed what was on the tray; sugar, coffees, spoons, cream and sweetener. It looked good enough.- "Get used to fame, babe" Daliah drank the last sip of her water and left the kitchen, heading for the chaos of clothes and stressed bodies that awaited her.Lora looked uncomfortable. The world was big and dangerous, but at this point, so was she. He knew how to deal with people, situations and moments. He never submitted to the superior. However, this was his life before the spotlight on his person. After accepting her father as her provider, she had seen the world through different eyes. It wasn't just his daily struggle to be decent. It was about proving to be someone other than what they had em
Upon arriving home, thirty minutes later, Lora entered the apartment's living room, already removing her heels. I was tired, but not physically. The kitchen light was on, and voices could be heard coming from the room, so I soon learned that his friend, Drake, had arrived from his brief trip to Los Angeles.Lora dragged herself to the kitchen, noticing that the voices were male. One of them was recognized instantly; Jean Lins. It was like enough of the electricity her body still felt after her unexpected encounter with Banks. The woman sighed, thinking of a thousand reasons for this visit, especially since it was so late. She decided, finally, to just try to drown out the destructive thoughts she had when her father was around and walked into the kitchen.At the round table, Jean and Drake were enjoying snacks and sipping wine like good friends. Lora felt her stomach turn over.- "Hi, babe" Drake got up, walked over to her and hugged her tightly enough to steal her breath.- "Hi. I mi
( Behold, it appears from nowhere And time is closing around it If nothing is going very well in the drinker's life With her here, it will only get worseI'll tell you what it's like, wherever you are You're totally speechless You can't speak anymore, like someone who sees you freeze The moment she enters the salonAnd he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who chases me at night everywhere But if it wasn't for the horn and the tail I wouldn't be able to stand itAnyone is intimidated if caught in his gaze Feels all his luck is gone.And he'll drink, he'll fall, get up and start drinking again Only with a lot of sacrifice he gets home in the morning Until then, it's okay, but it's every day, yes, another one tooAnd all this is the fault of the Devil Woman Who pursues me at night everywhere But
After work was over, Lora felt more at home in the greater Las Vegas. That place was starting to feel like home. The black glass building where he worked, the clubs on the Strip where he passed until he reached the apartment, the streets always busy with cars and people. The mixed scents of luxury and urbanism are no longer new. Finally, she was adjusting to the chaos.She got out of the taxi in front of the building where she lived. Looking at the building, so tall it seemed to reach the sky, she thought she might be getting used to the idea of living so well for the first time in many, many years.The woman would be delighted at the idea of having friends, going out drinking and dancing, living in a good place with her friend and being able to enjoy a normal life. No neglectful and abusive parents, no harassing bosses and misogynistic men, no financial hardship, and most importantly, no lies.Lora was in a trance, looking up and imagining a thousand chances. There was no reason to s
The woman felt panic spread through her body. It was dusk, with little movement in this exquisite part of town. The all-too-familiar fear flashed through her mind with memories of the past, when she'd had no chance to defend herself. Her demons were opportunity hunters, always on the lookout for triggers that could send the redhead over the edge.- "Just talk" he repeated, but she didn't hear him, as she was busy digging her heels into the floor while trying to free herself from the hand tight around her wrist.Lora didn't see or hear the events around her orbit. She was focused on the feeling of helplessness snaking through her mind.However, when the raucous rumble of a speeding car was heard, the man coaxing Lora became alert, so much so that he immediately released the woman's wrist. The car, much like a machine, screeched its tires sharply and audibly across the asphalt when it stopped.The lamborghini Huracan parked diagonally, taking up a considerable part of the track, facing
- "I don't..." with each second, and with each word, the man dressed as a beggar walked away faster. He was afraid, fearing that Evans' glaring danger would become a real risk.- "It was a mistake. I'm sorry"Evans took a step toward the man, determined to commit a crime on the spot, but he took off in a troubled run, his arms twitching and legs unsteady.The air charged with pent-up anger still lingered in the balmy Vegas night. The ever-illuminated city was heavy at that moment, full of questions to be answered and impulses to be controlled.Lora, despite having witnessed every second, still hadn't had time to process everything in her mind. She felt exposed and unprotected, just like in her childhood. However, for the first time, she had help. The angel that his innocent self wanted, to hold him and assuage his fears, had finally arrived.He could be her hero, but the allusion to something kind didn't go with those blue eyes. The look so like a gemstone also carried large doses of