Episode 1

The ballad was good, and Miguel, with his friend Alvaro, were distracting themselves from a hard week of work. At one point, a blonde caught Miguel's attention, and he stared at the young woman's swaying curves. His desire grew, and he moved towards the dance floor, moving in, involving the woman, showing interest, and dismissing the others who wanted the same as him.

She didn't reject him, accepted his approach, and the consequence was his bed. He liked being with the woman, who he only discovered two days later was called Ester. It was comfortable being with her. She didn't complain about anything, did everything he wanted, and all it took was giving her access to his credit card, and everything was fine.

Alvaro was unhappy with this arrangement, as only his oblivious friend didn't know that she was a fortune hunter.

"We never go out anymore, buddy," Alvaro complained, sitting on the corner of Miguel's desk in the office.

"I don't need to. I only went out to pick up women, now I have one who doesn't give me any trouble."

"You've been spending a lot of time with her, are you liking her that much?"

"Only the sex, I don't even know much about her."

"Women don't work that way, Miguel. They want a rich man to marry."

"But she won't get that, I've said several times that I'm averse to marriage and that she won't be able to charge me anything."

"Did you have her sign anything?"

"No, it's recorded."

"You're sly, my friend."

"I'm cautious. I wouldn't be who I am if I gave anyone a break."

Miguel Mendes, 33 years old, CEO of Mendes Empreendimentos Imobiliarios Ltda. Single and coveted, but doesn't want commitment.

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Six months later

Ester burst into Miguel's office, with the secretary trying to stop her.

"Why aren't you answering me? I've been trying to talk to you for days and I can't."

Miguel looked at the woman, bored. He had grown tired of her two months ago and sent her away, and she had started insisting on talking to him a week ago.

"What do you want, Ester? We're over."

She placed a paper on the desk in front of him.

"I'm pregnant."

He read the paper, took out his checkbook, filled out a check for a good amount, and gave it to her:

"There, don't bother me anymore, forget about the recording."

She looked at him and at the check, turned around, and left.

"One less problem."

Miguel is a well-regarded businessman, from a real estate development firm. At 33, he is stable in life. He is not a billionaire, but he is rich enough to afford several luxuries, such as real estate and automobiles. His collection of watches is well known, and he is always well dressed, whatever the occasion.

White with brown hair, well-groomed beard, tall and athletic build, he was considered the best catch of the moment. Alvaro was not far behind, a descendant of Turks, he had dark skin and wavy hair, didn't like beards, and was an architect for Miguel's company. They have known each other since college and are the same age.

"I saw Ester leaving here, she seemed upset, did something happen?" Alvaro asked, entering the office.

"Don't bother me, Alvaro, or I'll forbid you from entering my office without being announced."

"Looks like the case is serious."

Miguel handed him the paper. His expression was one of annoyance, and inside, he seemed like a volcano about to explode.

"I sent her away with a hefty check, so if she comes to charge me for anything else, I have the check to prove I've already paid."

"I see, charging for a child… are you an idiot or what? It's a child, Miguel, not a wrecked car."

"Who guarantees that it's mine? I don't even know if this exam is real, I've been through too much. Let's forget about this."

"It's up to you, just don't complain when a baby with blue eyes like yours appears on your doorstep."

Miguel threw the pen at his friend, and he left the room laughing.

The days passed, and nothing more was said about the matter, Ester disappeared, and Miguel forgot. He also didn't go to ballads anymore, he only went out with Alvaro for drinks at some trendy bar, picked up some woman, and then forgot about her, and that's how he lived his days.

Only one thing annoyed him, someone was parking their car in his parking space in the garage of his apartment in the city. He questioned the administration, and they replied that it was a double parking space for his floor. One for each apartment, since there were two apartments per floor. He couldn't do anything, as he had never even seen who his neighbor was and only needed to be careful not to hit the person's Bentley.

He liked to stay in the apartment during the week, it was more practical, so he didn't have to face the city traffic every day, since the property was close to the company building. One of the days that he arrived more altered, coming from the bar, he parked in any way, and the next day, his car was trapped, as the neighbor had parked in a way that took advantage of the remaining space, but practically, pressing against his bumper.

They couldn't wake up the neighbor, and he decided to take a taxi, and when he returned, the car was not there, but they had left a message:

"The space is not only yours, respect and you will be respected."

It had no signature, and it didn't need to, he parked the car in the space and left it at that, someone who drives a Bentley deserves respect.

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