Fatal CEO

always worked as a driver, a very powerful CEO. I always heard stories about when my father worked for him

t they saw each other much less reg

come visit us on a weekday. I reac

I don't know if you remember, but I worked for him for a while. - Yes, of

idn't have anyone to leave me with. I even got to meet his son, who I hated Ad the time. - He wants to talk t

was one of the biggest smiles I've ever seen. But at the moment he was

ng a single word. He was a little shor

er behind and was accompanied by the man to the living room, where he sat on one of the sofas and I on the oth

en a long time... - I've been in cont

ou. How studious and dedicated she i

hard to complete tourism college an

I have known your father for a long time, I know what an honest person

of a focused person, someone who is competent in their work, but who

uld be the right person for this? - Like I said, I've known your father for a long time, he's a friend to me, a

no experience, it was a little more complicated. - And what would the position be? The man in front of me

s really focused on work. I took a deep breath, remembering the kid I h

leged education and improved with adulthood. - And what position would I occupy? I asked again. - You wou

he only person to help him at that mo

my glasses again while taking a deep breath. It was an opportunity I

he had apparently been holding and

help. I wouldn't regret

me. Not that my weekends were ever productive, like, for example, a week

ng. To have the ticket released directly, there was the possibility of

as he knew I was never available on a Saturday morning. But the doorbell k

, which continued to hum an insistent noise from every corner of my apartment. I grabbed the handle, ready to open the door, but before

to you too, father - I used irony to greet him. He stopped a little

t was already past noon. Well, since I hadn't had lunch yet, it was a goo

my hands over my face again, in a failed attempt to keep myself a little

k, and she managed to keep the house very well organized, but judging by the type of clothes my father wa

father threw his clothes aside, settling down with impeccable posture

what clothes I'm wearing? I'm sorry, but you're going to talk to me like

d me facing him. I mi