Kendell Marano Parker.
The little boss, automatically also showered in cold water, and if it's not the sight of the Greeks, this man with wet body and hair, I don't know what it is.
He dressed me in a robe that was there in his chic closets, and now he's running a towel through my hair.
Do I have to say that inside I'm jumping?
No, right?
I just don't jump on the outside, because I'm still shaking.
Out of nowhere, I feel something hot, climb very fast through my chest, and run directly to the boss's toilet, vomiting, my stomach is even knotting.
I feel the boss' hand holding my wet hair on top of my head, to prevent me from vomiting on them too.
And I'm unbelieving.
I just don't speak, because my mouth is busy.
- Sir? Do you need help? - I hear Mrs. Otílinha's voice from afar.
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