“Manuela”

I arrived at the office today just like my old boss, singing! I grabbed a coffee from the breakfast nook and sat at my desk, ready to take over the world. I was happier than I'd ever been before.

"So, Chief Moreno is making sweet Manuzinha sing?" I looked up and saw Patrício smiling at me. "Is he that good, Manu?" Patrício was amused by my state of mind.

"Hey, Patrício, you're dying for gossip, aren't you?" Rick was laughing at his own boss.

"It's not gossip, Rick. We need information about Flávio since getting anything out of him is impossible, that's all," Patrício tried to justify.

"Patrício, admit it, you're a gossip." Rick didn't miss the opportunity to mess with Patrício.

"No, I'm a gossip, Rick. I'm a historian of other people's lives." It was impossible not to laugh at Patrício.

"Pat, just because I like you, I'm going to tell you." Patrício brightened when I said that and sat on my desk.

"Hey, Manuzinha, open your little heart to me. Tell me everything!" Patrício wa