Love Contract: Secrets and Promises
de, men in suits chatted quietly, mixing words like stocks, mergers, and acquisitions. Among them, Enzo Alb
e, oblivious to the dissipating steam. Opposite him, Lucas Viana, his par
he old bakery space, and we've closed off the entire perimeter for th
ble. Across the street, through the glass wall, he could see the bakery. Small, narrow,
ar
sh light inside seemed to envelop her in a cocoon that contrasted sharply with the cold concrete of the cit
atiently. "I told you if you don't hand over the keys, the le
rying a box of cake. Clara smiled back, but Enzo recognized it: it was a broken smile. He ran his hand over his chin, feeling the scraggly beard that insisted on growing during long meetings. For a moment, an old m
the table, ignoring the
without taking his eyes off his glass.
gh, taking off his gla
The bank has already denied everything. It's only a matter of time. And i
eaned forward, smelling something other than business. "Don't tell me you're going to have a crisis of conscience now? After
scle popping in his jaw. "I
k take care of itself.
ny it, Clara was like a splinter stuck in his skin: i
g her frosting-stained apron, and chatted with a delivery man who was gesticulating excessivel
ed his chair back, ignori
" the partner asked,
it my
. "Be careful not to mix up b
the entire cafe. He didn't respond. He simply left,
didn't help her at all: he left everything leaning against the wall and disappeared on h
tered, trying to
t Clara shuddered before she even turned around. The sc
he face she knew better than she cared to admit: the suppressed smile, t
nz
s calmly as e
me. She wasn't Clarita anymore. She
do you
, as if it were the most natural thing in
retorted, trying to get the
t was brief, but enough for an electri
" He paused, giving a faint
r stomach. "You won't b
e box against her hip to speak clo
he box as if he owned the place, which, in a way, he did. Inside, Enzo looked around, l
haven't changed a bit." Clara took the box from his hands, placed it behind t
ping her fingertips on the marble. His
his tone so calm it almost sounded cruel.
row the rag in his face, throw him out. But something in hi
de, it was just the two of them, trapped in an ancient game