It was then that Verônica appeared, stunning.

"Thor, darling!" she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him in an exaggerated hug.

Thor returned it with a mechanical, cold touch.

Verônica then turned to Celina with a smile on her lips.

"Celina, you look beautiful!"

Celina merely tilted her head, not bothering to hide the contempt she felt.

Adjusting her purse on her shoulder, Verônica spoke in a sweet voice.

"Ah, it’s time for the interview, I came to get you!"

Before leaving, as if suddenly remembering something very important, Verônica laughed and extended her hand to Thor, holding something between her fingers.

"Almost forgot, Thor…" she said, handing him an elegant pen. "You left this with me this afternoon."

The blood drained from Celina’s face.

Her stomach churned.

It was as if a dagger had been thrust into her chest.

The memory of the red lipstick on Thor’s shirt crashed into her mind with brutal force.

Verônica.

It was Verônica.

The world seemed to spin around her.

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