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"So, how about we order a pizza?" Leandra gets up and takes her cell phone out of her purse. "What kind do you prefer, and what drink?" She heads for the kitchen with her cell phone in her hand, looking at a leaflet on the fridge door. "Four seasons, and please ask for extra cheese. I'll have Sprite to drink," I reply. "Are you taking it back?" Before I can answer her sudden question, her call is answered, and she signals me to wait with her index finger. When she's finished ordering, she gets up from the counter where she was sitting and walks over to me in the living room. "We didn't talk much about the trip. How was it?" I realize that she might not want to talk about it anymore, so I don't insist. "It wasn't bad at all," I immediately remember Tobias and laugh, which arouses her curiosity. "What's with that mischievous grin? May I ask?" "Nothing, I just remembered something." My sister intensifies her gaze, which makes me a bit nervous. "Okay, stop that, I'll tell you. After t
Tobias Bernstorff Why do we only have access to these images now?" I ask in confusion, simmering with anger and rage. "We believe it was a professional, so we had to call in the best IT technicians to try to extract anything from the recordings because the camera was completely destroyed," he explains cautiously. "We couldn't get a clearer image. That's why we are currently examining the cars that passed through this road between 7:00 PM and 8:00 PM on October 5th. Perhaps we can catch a better angle of them." I release the breath I've been holding for several minutes, trying my best to remember anything that might help with the investigation, but my mind is very muddled right now. "Can you remember anything that might give us an idea of why Simon and Christie were targeted by this man or woman? Jealousy, someone who was fired from the company..." "I don't know..." My words dissolve in the air at the same moment I remember the day Simon told me he felt like he was being watched.
Tobias Bernstorf I'm working from home, and at the moment I'm meeting in a videoconference with some entrepreneurs who would like to sign a partnership with us.Once the meeting is over, Harry lets me know how the campaigns we have in hand are going and doesn't hide his pride at how well everything is going. "Hello, my love, come here," Sophie enters the office, with her clumsy gait. "Hi, my favorite niece." "Say hello to your uncle, sweetie," she surprisingly kisses the computer screen, and then gives a cute little smile. My friend's eyes light up with this gesture of affection, and I smile at her proudly and give a chaste kiss on her blonde head. "I can't wait for her to call me uncle." "Tob, can I come in?" Astrid asks, entering the office with a sad face. "We'll talk later, Harry." I end the video call. "Yes, my little butterfly, how are you? Are you still upset with me?" "No, I'm just sad about this situation. I don't feel comfortable being watched everywhere," she conf
Nihara Vitte I feel my face burning from the intense sunlight coming through a crack. I turn to the other side to avoid the discomfort of the light. For a moment, I make a strenuous effort to open my eyes, but they feel so heavy that they involuntarily close again. "I am Tobias." "Hey, it's okay, look at me, breathe slowly, focus on your breath." "I believe any woman would be suspicious of that, but since I don't have one, I don't need to worry. I was referring to my daughter." "I have no idea what you're talking about, woman. Niah, I swear, I don't know what all this is about." "The fruit of our love is on the way, Mommy and Daddy are too excited." "I won't be fooled again." "Nihara, Niah, wake up..." I hear someone calling my name in the background. I try to respond, but my voice comes out hoarse from crying. Furthermore, I attempt to get up and stumble amidst the confusion in my room. I bow my head over my folded legs and start crying again, until I feel someone standing
Tobias Bernstorf "It can't be," he exclaims, examining me closely. I furrow my brow, confused. "Nihara?" "Sorry, do we know each other?" I genuinely didn't recognize him at first. He looks different from the man on the plane, thinner, with tired eyes and skin longing for some vitamin D from the sun. Angola's climate is also very different from the climate here, and he was coming from there, which might explain his tan that day. He extends his arm towards me, revealing the tiny scar on the outside of his hand. I widen my eyes in astonishment, get up, and move closer as if I need a closer look, trying to appear indifferent to the situation. I simply say, "Well, if it isn't the man who took my seat on the plane. What a small world." I run my fingers over the scar and then raise my gaze to his face again. "It's healed," I point out the obvious. "Your mark will stay with me forever," he gives a suggestive smile. "So, are you here with someone?" "Yes," I reply dryly without realizing it
Tobias Bernstorf I'm on my way to the police station. Steve said he managed to get a lead on the registration analysis, and we couldn't discuss it over the phone. I enjoy driving, so my security sits in the passenger seat. It was challenging to convince my father to allow me to keep just one, but I'm good at negotiations, and I always manage to get my way in the end. The entrance to the police station is swarmed with paparazzi. I drive ahead, trying to shake them off, and stop near the back entrance. "How did they find out we were coming, sir?" Thomas Meyer asks as he exits the car and follows me. "I have no idea, but I believe Steve is already handling the situation." We pass through the reception area, where we're promptly announced. I didn't even need to give my name; an agent with a stern face escorts me to my friend's office, and my security waits for me in the reception area. I could have gone there alone, but I chose to accept his courtesy. "Sorry for all the commotion out
Continuation... I open the folder with the campaign information and can't contain the tears that well up in my eyes as soon as I see the name given to the new men's fragrance to be launched by Moreau Fragrances. I lift my eyes towards my friend and then look at his father, blinking my lashes to dissipate the tears. "The idea was hers," he informs, smiling. "I didn't do anything special, just combined the useful with the pleasant," she says with a neutral expression. In a moment like this, someone else in her place might show pride, but she acts as if it's nothing special. "You did indeed; you did a great job. I believe this campaign will have the effect the company aims for. It's the first time someone has faced me on equal terms in a negotiation, and considering it's a woman, it's even more impressive," Mr. Moreau points out. "Yes, she's truly fantastic," Harrison affirms with a silly grin on his lips. "I have a question about this slogan," Caine speaks up. "Yes, Ms. Hilary,"
Nihara Vitti At the penultimate meeting with Mr. Mareou, the campaign's client, in which I discovered that he is Harry's father, the manager suggested that we call the new men's fragrance "Simon" as a way of paying homage to the company's former CEO and owner. The Metamorphose manager liked the idea and made it a condition of accepting his father as a client. The middle-aged, gray-haired man decided to accept the proposal. Now, at this meeting, we'll present the improvements we've made. I just hope we don't have to make any more changes to the project, and I admit I'm a bit nervous because it's the first meeting the CEO will be attending. I gather the papers I need, grab my tablet, the planner, and head towards the upper floor. I didn't want to be late, but I couldn't help it with so much work to finish, but five minutes of lateness are forgivable. Beforehand, I ask my assistant to call Leandra. It doesn't take long for her to hand me the phone, and I put it on speaker from the to
Nihara VittiLast night was humiliating for me, even though I gave that journalist a good answer. I do not like to know that my efforts and work have been called into question, I would never accept such an exchange of favors. I’ll have to talk to Amber again, this time I won’t be so nice.My sister wouldn’t listen to me, she knows I’m not much for explaining my decisions, so she should consider it and listen to me. But it’s okay, when she wants to talk, I’ll be here to explain myself. I sit in front of the computer still in my room and answer some work messages, some are from custom requests and other congratulations and partnership invitation. My gaze fixed on the e-mail that I could not read because Tobias had entered my room as if he were the owner. Smiling. I click on the e-mail and read: December 21, 14:15 DE: niltorres@gmail.com TO: niharavitti16@gmail.com SUBJECT: Please forgive me Hi, Nihara, how are you?I swear it wasn’t planned. Months after his t
Tobias BernstorffJust by decorating the space, I can already perceive a small influence of my mother here. I think exaggeration is a feature of my whole family. The place looks wonderful, with bright lights decorating the pilasters and square boxes displaying the jewels.High tables with small pots of begonias are distributed throughout the room. There are people from various areas of the city and the country, and had no idea that the exhibition would be so great. I thought it was an event organized by the university for a select group, but I clearly see my mother’s influence here. “Bernstorf family, welcome” a tall man, wearing a black suit with sparkles, welcomes us. “Thank you, dear. How is everything here?” asks my Mrs. Bernstorff.Astrid walks around the place, looking at the exposed jewels with sparkling eyes. I’m very proud of her, it’s been a long time sinc
Tobias Bernstorff “Is my son all right?” asks my father, entering my office. I straighten up in the chair and sigh. “How could I be so wrong with her, Father, as I could not see the kind of woman I had on my side?” I complain, melancholy, to see him sit before me. “You know, son, I think in a way you knew who the woman who shared her life with you was. But sometimes we prefer to ignore the facts in front of us to maintain the harmony of the relationship.” He speaks with an expression, of disappointment, as if he was going through something similar. But how He and my mother are fine. Or did that go unnoticed? “Is everything okay between you?” I ask, widening my eyes. “You and mom, is something happening that we do not know?” “Don’t worry, son, it’s okay. So, have you talked to your sister?” “Yeah, we talked. She said something like, I’m only talking to you because Nihara insisted a lot. It’s amazing how in such a short time she became so important to me and As
Nihara VittiI enter the room and meet all the members of the council already occupying their seats, discussing the last weeks of successful work. The looks on me make me a little uncomfortable, but Tobias’s, who seems to keep his eyes on me, warms me up. Other women are also present, some smiling and watching me with pride. Bernstorff stands before the giant screen, presenting graphs that show amazing numbers of subscribers and partnerships won in recent weeks. "Here are a few campaigns with which we have signed partnerships" he says, drawing Harry’s attention, who seems distant, looking at some papers ahead of him. "Harry?" "Yes?!" he responds, as he jumps up, making the CEO frown and the others look at him strangely. He stares at it for a few seconds and then proceeds. Tobias makes a brief presentation of the gentlemen present and their goals for various campaigns. And then I he
Nihara VittiThe company boils with the resounding results of the two campaigns launched. The perfume developed for the pre-adolescent and adolescent public is already among the best-selling products, and this with only two weeks in the market.A celebration party is being organized for later, and the office is full of energy today. From my room, I can observe the constant flow of people, some in meetings, others performing their usual tasks. Meanwhile, I am immersed in the thorough analysis and review of documents of the promotional campaign that will be presented to the CEO soon. The colorful charts and detailed reports are scattered around my desk as I study them carefully. My assistant, just entered, and brings with her a transparent bowl containing grapes, she approaches and leaves it facing me looking beggar. "Thank you for your kind attention." "Nihara, we have received many proposals for partnerships. In addition, the brewery Storne approved the logo, awaitin
Tobias Bernstorff As soon as she opens the door, we stare at each other in silence, as if words are unnecessary to communicate now. She looks down at herself, presses her eyelids, and lets out a slight sigh followed by an embarrassed grimace. She's in a golden butterfly pajama that exposes parts of her body. I give a half-smile and raise my hand to her. “Hello…” “Hi” she gently squeezes my hand. “Please come in; I'll put on something more appropriate. Make yourself comfortable.” Please don't go; you look beautiful like this. I nod, watching her climb the stairs. I feel the other woman approaching, but my eyes can't detach from the vision in front of me until she disappears from my field of view. I turn towards her sister, who stares at me sternly, arms crossed beneath her chest. “This way, please, Mr. Bernstorff” she points the way to the living room. “I… How are you, and the baby?” I start a conversation. “We're great, thank you for asking” she gestures for me to sit. “And li
Nihara Vitti Today I needed to leave work early to meet with the real estate agent. The last two houses I visited are really nice, but they're too far from my sister's house. One indispensable requirement is that the place where I'll live be close to her and my workplace. While driving, I hear my phone ringing inside my bag. I decide to pull over, grab the device, and answer it immediately when I see Astrid's name on the screen. “Hi, princess, how are you? Did something happen?” I ask, concerned. We've been in touch since we met at the hospital. Astrid has been updating me about little Sophie and her brother, and we've been talking a lot. She's a smart, kind, responsible, and fun girl. Moreover, she's an up-and-coming jewelry designer, even at just sixteen. “Princess, of course I can come. Even if I had any prior commitments, I'd cancel them for you. Send me the invitation, alright? Take care, and a kiss for you.” I hang up the phone, feeling flattered that she thought of me for
Tobias BernstorffAfter calming my little princess and getting her back to sleep, I realize that I am restless. It's past nine in the evening, and Astrid hasn't returned my calls. Worried and unable to sleep, I pick up the phone and try calling her once again. As the call echoes in the air, my gaze gets lost in the nighttime landscape beyond the window. The sky, illuminated by a myriad of bright stars, seems to witness my agony. Among those sparkling lights, the gray moon reflects gently on the tranquil waters of the lake in front of me.The voicemail interrupts the call once again, frustrating my hopes. I take a deep breath and decide to leave another message, hoping that Astrid listens to it and understands the extent of my concern."Hi, my princess, please don't leave me in this state of distress. Answer me, please. I know you heard our earlier conversation. Believe me, everything will be okay. Call me because I am on the verge of madness. If you don't, I'll be capable of scouring
Tobias BernstorffFrom the home office, I observe the sunset through the large glass windows, trying to assimilate the information from the document I just read. Every word printed on the summons seems to echo in my ears, increasing the tension that already pervades the environment.You are hereby summoned to appear in court on the twenty-eighth of December, two thousand and twenty-one...In two weeks.A chill runs down my spine, and my hands sweat cold as I hold the official note. I truly thought she wouldn't do this, that it was just nerves talking, and that when she calmed down, she would think better. But now reality stands before me, relentless and cruel.I sit again, thoughts swirling, while I analyze the summons with tired eyes. I take a deep breath, but the air feels scarce, compressing my chest in an agonizing tightness. I run my fingers through my unkempt beard, a visual proof of the negligence of the past few days, as I try to find a spark of hope amid so much uncertainty.