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Chapter 12.

Chapter 12.

— Once upon a time there was a hot situation…

Dear reader, how many years in prison would I get if I put a laxative in that infernal woman's coffee?

— Miss Fernandes? — she exclaimed, unnerved, snapping her fingers in front of my face, snapping me out of my dark desires. — Should I get the coffee for myself and my guest?

Maybe the laxative wasn't such a bad idea. The problem is that the unfortunate woman would know on the spot that the act was mine.

— Obviously not. — I hasten to rebut. — After all, it would be too much trouble for you to go to your private pantry and get two coffees. — I muttered bitterly, blinking my falsely innocent eyes.

Veronica raised both eyebrows, recognizing my daily irony, and leaned across the table, her face close to mine. My God! Inevitably, I felt my breath catch in my throat, but I would never lose my balance and allow her to see how she still had the power to mess with my structures.

— In fact, today I woke up wanting a traditional coffee
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