"Samantha"

I didn't see Heitor again after Monday night. I told him to enjoy his time with his nephew and also took the opportunity to help my mother start packing for us; the following week we would move into our new apartment.

The week flew by. Alessandro asked me to redecorate his and Cat's living rooms, and I loved doing it. The downside was the jealousy of Celeste, the snake who never missed a single opportunity to torment me.

"But there are a lot of oily heads who think they're brilliant minds here in this office," Celeste teased me when she saw me walking past to enter Alessandro's office.

"You love me, don't you? You have to! Celestinha, I'll tell you something"—I looked at the devil's secretary with a blank expression—"whenever you can, spare me!"

"You're missing out, chicken!"

"Oh, Lord, save me from this urge to rub some people's faces in the asphalt." "I'll give you a little advice, Samantha. Start looking for another job, because your happiness here won't last."

"You know