"Heitor"

My Monday was purgatory. I needed a publicist yesterday! Of course, being hungover wasn't helping matters. And having barely slept was also terrible. Maybe I should stop this bohemian lifestyle. I laughed to myself at that thought.

But I would interview Melissa Lascuran later, and it was practically certain that I would hire her. I had already consulted with a few acquaintances, and they all assured me she was a very competent professional.

Júlia came into my office with several papers for me to sign. And as she handed them to me, she decided to make small talk.

"I spoke to Mariana today. She told me she finally hired a new publicist for Mr. Mellendez."

"Oh, yes. The girl Lascuran recommended. She seems very competent," I commented nonchalantly as I signed the papers.

"Yeah, that's what Mariana said. But I don't think she'll last there." Julia caught my attention with that comment. I lifted my head and looked at her.

"And why not, Julia?"

"Because Mariana told me she's beauti