— Carlos, we need to have a very serious conversation, come with me here in the kitchen to have coffee
— My goodness, woman, talking like that makes me scared, what happened?
— Come soon, man, then you will know what it is!
After being seated at one of the tables in the room, Joana, intends to make the porter aware of the bad news, but does not quite know where to start and keeps going around, until the impatient man shows some irritation.
— Hurry up, woman, stop all the bullshit and talk at once about why you called me here!
— Okay, so here we go: The boss wants to talk to you in the meeting room, the big one at the end of the hall
— I know where it is, but what is it about?
— Calm man, don't worry, look at that heart
— If you continue with all this suspense, I might end up having a heart attack
— Something very serious happened here in the mansion that involves your daughter
— Don't tell me that tomboy
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