“Alessandro”

The next day, I had barely sat down at my desk to start the day when my phone rang. I answered it and heard Samantha on the other end:

- The devil wants to talk to you.

I already knew who it was, there was no way around it, I had to answer. Samantha put the call through and I heard Junqueira’s complaining voice wanting to lecture me.

- How dare you, young man, treat my daughter like that? She came home feeling sick, nervous and depressed, because you mistreated her in front of everyone. Alessandro, you’re getting married, you have to give my daughter her rightful place.

- What place, Junqueira? The place of a whore who takes advantage of a guy’s drunkenness to get pregnant and blackmail him? Because that’s exactly where she belongs. – I said, already seething with rage.

- Don’t talk about my daughter like that! – Junqueira shouted.

- Are you forgetting that I'm your boss?

- Alessandro, you have to talk to my daughter, you're getting married and you have to sort out a lot