TOBIAS BERNSTORFFWe enter the hall just in time to see my father rise as his name is announced to make the opening speech. He steps up to the podium, and before he begins, he nods in greeting to someone. My mother then stands and joins him.Miss Vitte arrives late, but her tardiness is well justified. She looks stunning in a tight black dress that hugs her curves until the hips, with a slit on the left side, long sleeves, and a V-neck neckline. What elegance."H, you're soaking the entire tablecloth with your drool, how disgusting," I tease.My best friend has his eyes fixed on her, and they sparkle like a child who's just received a new toy."Hahaha, my jaws hurt from laughing so much," he complains. "She went from cute to elegantly sexy.""Yeah, now I'm really curious to meet her sister," I say without hiding my interest.Miss Vitte approaches our table, her gaze still drawn to her sister."Mr. Bernstorff, I apologize for the delay, but I had to pick up my sister from the airport,"
Nihara VittiYou wake up in a new house, in a new room, surrounded by new decor, a new vibe, and a new life that is starting here. You get up, still stretching, and walk over to the glass window. Likewise, you open the thick gray curtains, and the morning is gray on the tenth of August. Furthermore, you check the small bedside clock, and it reads five-fifteen in the morning. You smile with surprise as you notice that Leah has organized your intimate belongings in the appropriate places. How considerate.You double-check the time and realize that you still have plenty of time before you need to leave. You haven't discussed how schedules work at the company, whether they provide lunch or if you need to bring your own. So, to be safe, you decide to prepare something to take with you. You walk down the hallway, which is illuminated by two white colonial-style pendant lights, contrasting with the gray-toned walls adorned with various photos and paintings. The final touch is the modern yet
Tobias Bernstorff Harry gets up from the bed and starts inspecting my room as if he were an investigator or as if it were his first time entering it. I simply observe him, following his gaze to every corner until he fixes his eyes on the little notebook that's on the bedside table. He looks at it with intrigue, and when he moves to pick it up, I quickly snatch it from his hands."No, this is private.""Alright. How was the trip? And how did this diary end up in your hands? Come, sit down here and tell me. I've been waiting.""But now? It's already quite late, and we have an important meeting tomorrow, not to mention the pending tasks waiting for me."He checks his wristwatch."It's only 9:30 PM now, still quite early, and the longer you hesitate to tell me, the later it gets.""You can be really annoying when you want to, you know?"I clear my throat dramatically, trying to figure out how to tell him without giving away too many details. Harry is quite perceptive, and I don't want hi
Tobias Bernstorff Harry asked to be dropped off at the agency's entrance just to get a taste of passing through the reception area and seeing the lovely and delicious receptionists, as he puts it. My partner and friend never misses an opportunity, and so far, neither of the two receptionists has given in to his charm, thanks to one of the company's rules: no dating among employees. It's a rule that I myself set, and my brother and Harry didn't agree with it at first, but I know how to impose what I want very well. "I don't know why you insist on this when you know the rules well. Just because you're one of the owners doesn't mean they'll risk going out with you. Stop wasting your time, idiot," I say as he gets out of the car and adjusts himself all charming in his suit. I park in the area reserved for the presidency, and before we get out of the car, Herrman brings up the topic of the car he asked for again. I'm trying to prolong this conversation until I feel he's ready for it, but
Nihara Vitte We enter the elevator and encounter the boy and other employees again, whom I couldn't get to know during the meeting as I'll be working directly with them. I greet them, taking some by surprise, and thank them for the warm welcome. As we exit the elevator, the six of us are laughing. I feel good about dealing with friendly people, and my adaptation is going smoothly. The meeting room is enormous. Estimating quickly, I think it can fit about thirty people. It is brightly lit with natural light, thanks to the huge glass windows that provide a beautiful view of the agency's garden. The two side walls are dark blue and adorned with beautiful artworks. I am captivated by the beauty of the paintings, completely oblivious to what is happening around me. I hear an exaggerated throat clearing, which I assume is directed at me, and I quickly snap out of my enchantment. I turn and let out a nervous chuckle. "Sorry, the paintings are just so beautiful," I comment nervously. "May
"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 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.