"Heitor"

When I arrived at the company on Friday, Júlia, my secretary, came running after me. Júlia was great and happily married, so she was out of my league. She'd been with me long enough to take some liberties and kept things very professional between us, and I never hit on her. But then, Júlia was almost sixty.

"Mr. Martinez, you have a million unfinished business on your desk and all these messages." Júlia handed me about twenty messages clipped to a paper clip.

"What time do these people