Episode 2

Heitor Bitencourt ...

My name is Heitor Bitencourt. I'm 30 years old, and although quite young, I started working early because I left home at 17 to pursue my dream of becoming a successful man. I married my first girlfriend, Juliana, but due to my fault, she died in an accident, and since then I've dedicated myself solely to my company.

I don't consider myself arrogant as my parents claim. I'm just not one for small talk because time is money, and I have more important things to do. My company is the largest in Sao Paulo thanks to my hard work and dedication.

Heitor - Celia, reschedule tomorrow's meeting for earlier. I want to get this resolved quickly.

Celia - As you wish. Will you be having lunch at Le Vatter?

Heitor - No, Celia. Today I'll dine at home; I have a private meeting with my lawyer. Just organize the report for tomorrow's meeting this afternoon, and you're free to go.

My employee thanks me and exits my office while I stay back to do my work, which is not insignificant, given that my company is the top cosmetics firm.

I engage in a fierce battle with my parents who have never accepted my success. My father wanted me as his company's vice-president, a company that doesn't compare to mine. Thus, they label me arrogant and selfish.

Celia - Mr. Bitencourt, I'm off to lunch.

Heitor - Alright, Celia. I'm heading out as well.

We leave my office together and quickly enter the elevator to exit the building. I depart for my home and Celia goes to lunch since it's her break.

My executive secretary is a mature woman in her 40s who has been working with me for about 10 years. She's a tall woman, with short hair, large eyes, and a full bust—childless by choice.

Heitor - Celia, don't forget about the report for tomorrow's meeting. You know I don't tolerate mistakes.

My secretary nods affirmatively and as soon as the elevator reaches the ground floor, we part ways; she heads to the restaurant while I make my way to the parking lot to drive home.

I own several properties in Sao Paulo and the countryside, but my greatest achievement is the cosmetic company that has brought me fame and wealth. I reach my home within about 35 minutes since I reside in the most expensive condominium in the city, while my company is downtown.

Magnolia - Hello, boss. You didn't mention you'd be coming home for lunch.

Heitor - Why, isn't there food?

Magnolia - It's not that, you usually notify us when you decide to lunch at home.

Heitor - You may set the table; I'm going to wash my hands and then eat.

My housekeeper, who is anything but simple, has worked for me since I bought this house. At 50, she is quite the gossip yet manages to be exceptionally loyal, shows no discontent, and manages my home impeccably...

Magnolia - Have you thought about what I asked you, boss?

Heitor - You mean hiring another maid?

Magnolia - Exactly. With Jordana's departure, Verena is overwhelmed—it may not seem so, but this house is massive.

Heitor - I dislike your ironic tone when you say my name, but go ahead and hire whom you feel necessary, just don't forget my rules and standards.

She smiles and leaves as I sit at the table for lunch. I let her handle everything because I trust her profoundly. She knows my ground rules concerning staff: no leaking of personal or house details, no gossip, no workplace romance, and most importantly, I am always the boss, nothing more...

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Luna Vieira

After Guilherme shoved me into his car, I noticed my arm turning purple, and this time I won't be able to hide from my parents that my boyfriend beat me. Tears stream down my face because Guilherme has changed a lot these past months, and it isn't right.

Luna - Have you grown used to hitting me now, Guilherme?

Guilherme - You ask for it, Luna. How many times have I told you I don't want kids?

Luna - It wasn't my fault, Guilherme. The pill must have failed, and I got pregnant—it's our child...

Out of nowhere, I receive another slap across the face, and this time I feel blood trickling down.

Guilherme - You did this on purpose, Luna, but I won't fall for your stupid game. You're getting rid of this kid, even if I have to beat you until you lose the damn baby, you...

Luna - Let go of my arm; you're hurting me, Guilherme...

Seizing the moment while the traffic signal turns red, I manage to open the car door and escape, dashing through the cars at the bus station. Bursting into tears, I jump into the first empty taxi I spot...