"Heitor"

I was quite stressed. Samantha had been in a horrible situation yesterday just because she left the security guard outside the store. Reinaldo had overstepped his bounds, and I wasn't going to let that happen.

I called Flávio, who suggested Sam file a complaint, but she was very upset, barely slept, and insisted on going to work, making me even more worried.

I arrived at the office in a foul mood; I needed to get Reinaldo out of my shoe. He'd dared to touch Samantha again, but that wasn't going to end.

My thoughts were completely focused on Samantha, and I was already too stressed and worried. I grabbed my jacket and left the office.

I arrived at the garage and, as I approached my car, I couldn't believe the nerve of the person waiting for me. She was wearing a very short and vulgar dress.

"Nicole, get away from my car, I'm in a hurry." "I've already said it, because I wasn't in the mood to listen to anything from that wretch."

"Wow, Hector, so much stress! Your girlfriend do