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"Simple, isn't it?” I say, ironic. "How can I find a fiancé out of nowhere, Pen? The marriage happens in less than four weeks, and all my relatives already believe that there has never been any man. If only they believed that I am a lesbian and that I invented this situation for fear of prejudice. But, no! Even that they don't think I'm capable, and I hate that they think I'm not capable of something... I can't lie for a long time and telling the truth at this point in the championship will only make everything worse! "I catch my breath with a strong archesh. "I don't know what to do...”"You'll find a solution, my friend.”"I'm not going to” I cry, feeling more fragile than ever. "This time I have no way out. The more time passes, the worse things get. Maybe it's a punishment, you know? Things go wrong like that. It's a punishment for my cowardice.”"You're doing that thing again..." she points out, impassive. "Breathe deeply, Suzy. No one dies for being betrayed, and surely a forced
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The receptionist is no longer alone, and does not mind giving a concrete answer to my questions. His words are always evasive and short, and this, in addition to all the secrecy regarding the non-mention to the unknown patient, annoys me. My breakfast is as improvised as my nap, since I fill myself with snacks and juices from the vending machine, deliberately avoiding having to move away from the surroundings of the reception to look for the snack bar.My frustration lasts for two more long and endless hours, and Penelope emerges from one of the long corridors illuminated by strong lights, fluttering her pink dress and honey-colored hair. Her bag hangs next to her waist, drawing the contour of the canteen inside, however, Penelope still looks quite sober with her soft steps. A discreet smile pulls the corners of her lips before she reaches me, wraps her arm around my shoulders, and pulls me to the exit."I was talking to my mother's ex-boyfriend and I found out some things about her G
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"So, Suzane, after analyzing my report, do you still consider that the investment with Brazil can be advantageous for the company?”Biting the lid of my pen "a vicious mania that only hits me in moments of distress", I keep my gaze on the vastness of downtown Boston reflected in the windows of my office, and the attention on the voice of this one who sits on the other side of my very well organized desk."Not only do I consider it, but I'm sure. Benden had promising results with the Niobium tests. And, as you know, Brazil is the country with the greatest possession of this element.”"What about the tax incentives offered by Canada?”"Tell me, Blackmore... "I boost my rotating chair to face it, shadows of the twilight on my back oscillating by the movement. "Do you prefer to secure a contract with a 98% chance of success, or stay at the mercy of the group in Canada, knowing that the remaining 2% of chances can still fail? "I arch an eyebrow and watch him bow his head curiously. "Just r
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Instead, I can focus on my arduous task of bringing enough technology to the world for the economy to prosper and more job opportunities to be opened up. Since I have completed my four graduations and guaranteed an important position in the first company that opened its doors to me, it has been a long way to get to where I am now. Many men were "and are still" obliged to recognize that being a woman does not disfavor me in what they consider themselves capable of.I have the money, the trust and the willingness of many investors who accept having a woman representing them, from the moment I bought my first shares and became President of the company. But there are still those who only see the southerner without an accent who arrived in the big city with fabulous dreams and conquered an enviable reality.At thirty-two years of age, I am one of the only women on the board of this company who has the power to employ and feed the dreams of those who do not enjoy an easy start.The second a
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I’m five minutes late when I arrive at Hillary Maxwell’s veterinary clinic.The double and glazed doors emit a small dye when opened, overlooking the extensive and varied shelves of toys and pet food. There is little movement in the store, with the exception of one or another customer passing by me with bags full of rations.I approach the counter where Hillary is, and even irritated by my delay, I allow me to correspond to her friendly smile."How's life going, Suzy?”Impatiently troubled, the irritable little voice inside my head responds first."Well, what about you, Lary?”“Yeah... It could be better "she still has a smile on her face, but he doesn't reach her eyes. My heart almost splits in two. "Your order is in the warehouse, child.”The deposit is at the back of the land, connected by a passage with a glass vaulted ceiling and flanked by the smell of freshly cut grass "where dogs and cats walk with employees dressed in white, in order to exercise their injured paws.The said d
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Hunter's laughter vibrates in my ears, and even after my request, he keeps squeezing my body against all the mass of muscles and sweat in his chest. Maybe it's because of an appetnous longing that has been kept in my heart for a long time or because the embarrassment doesn't allow me to offend him as I could, but I'm early to contact.A moment later "longer than I should, I admit "I contort my body and move away with a push in his arms, shaking my hair and coat in the process. The winter wind surpasses the loose slats of the shed and is busy chilling my body through painful touches. Hunter doesn't undo his smile, although he limits himself to diminishing it."You are Turkish," I'm happy to have rediscovered my intellectual capacity. "Of all the twenty-three languages in which I am fluent, you had to speak the one I don't know more than thank you and please.”While sitting on the single bed next to a suffered nightstand, Hunter seems to have fun with my grumpyness."It's more than I kn
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"What kind of guy doesn't want to meet the bride's own family? "Hunter questions in a humorous tone.I sigh, deliberating whether it is worth defending my ex-fiancé for a stranger, or if I can agree with all the previous fifteen times in which he had made it very clear that Dean is, without a shadow of a doubt, a jerk."Anyone who knows that his fiancée's family relationship has always been very complicated," I answer.Hunter remains with his deeply questioning look, taking turns between studying my face and the clarity of the moonlight gushing from his window."Even so, it's strange. Did your parents never wonder why they didn't receive a photo or anything that proved the existence of a guy?”I shake my head negatively."Dean and I have always been a lot... Reserved. We didn't have social networks to share our photos, we didn't go out together so often, and we didn't even worry about using engagement rings or anything like that.”"Oh, yes, reserved" he pauses before seeking a deep br
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I hate myself for leaving a loophole so that Hunter can pull out the intrinsic root of my past. I hate the rough touch of vulnerability that forces me to oscillate between pains that should have been forgotten for a long time. I hate having to bite my lip to contain the sob in my throat and remember to keep my armor impenetrable. I hate to recognize that my wounds have been open since the breakup with Dean, and that I can have a relapse at any time.The truth is that without the bitterness in my heart, I can undo myself as easily as a tower of cards is blown.Hunter's chest moves at an accelerated pace, attracting my attention back to his muscles. For some strange reason, he seems bewildered and, at the same time, consumed by remorse. If I'm not mistaken, the opacity in your eyes is taking you away. Who knows for some memory that he would not like to remember.We were like this for some time; trapped in obscene silence, staring at each other and not knowing what to say. Above all, bec
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