12

Monday arrived. I get ready and drink my coffee, putting on my makeup before leaving the house.

I'm wearing a moss green pencil skirt, a white turtleneck blouse, a gray vest, black heels and a black purse.

I take the bus and soon I'm on my floor at 9 am sharp, I head to my office and start my work. I remember how rude I was to Thiago on Friday so I make a mental note to apologize at halftime.

I'm going to focus intensively on having a performance level of 150% to 200% so I get down to paperwork sipping the coffee I bought at the cafeteria. When it was 12:20 pm I stopped writing the revision of the third report and went to Thiago's office.

I see him slumped in the chair looking at the computer screen and then huffing. I knock on the door and wait for him to invite or reject me.

The good thing about glass doors is that you can't pretend not to be there and ignore you without lying afterwards.

He nods and I open the door and then he turns the chair around and continues to play in i