Although a part of him wanted to investigate, to use that advantage to uncover some dirt on Yuri”surely Hugo would know something, or his cousin would have told him secrets”he couldn't find the voice to ask. Perhaps because he couldn't get the image of the woman out of his head confessing, with devastating modesty and docility, that he was "her dreams come true." No, not only that. It was all her dreams come true. Not one, not two. all .
It wasn't the first time someone had put a weight like that on their shoulders. Since he was a child, he was used to having his elders expect great things from him. But Marc didn't have time to worry about that. First, because the ones who wanted him to meet their expectations were family members he hated and whom it would be better for him to disappoint. And second, because, in effect, he was too busy living three lives as a single man to give importance to the wishes of others.
However, when Yuri had spo
“That is that you see me with good eyes because I am the one who pays you, but I doubt that he feels that need to reaffirm my virtues. He already makes money on his own and we don't even work in the same field. It is evident that he thinks he is far superior. In all aspects.Just because you believe it doesn't mean it is.Yuri waved her hand.“That's the least of it... You already know that I'm not in favor of superiority or inferiority. We are all worth the same, and then we already depend on the importance that others give us. He shrugged. In the end, it doesn't matter. The meeting is in half an hour and I have to get ready. Do you know where Caleb is?“Meeting with Jesse Ambani in the office. If Kara hasn't misinformed me, they're finalizing the contract, though there's not much to do. Mr. Ambani enters as a minority partner due to his experience and clients.“I know, I already gave my thumbs up the other day when Caleb f
"I can advise Campbell not to leave her job until it is known whether or not Carol's accusations are true, just as I can counter the infidelities and family support with your own failings as your client's mother figure." Anything you can do, I can do better... and you know that very well. If you were clear on victory, you wouldn't be so worried about the court reaching for a divorce.Marc took a breath and took a quick look at the clock."Allow me to correct you, sweetie." Both We know that victory, for the moment, has none. Campbell isn't stupid and neither is Carol, just like we all have an idea of what's out there. If they don't give in, it's because they both believe they can win, ergo, there's a hidden test that maybe they've taught us or maybe not, but that can destroy the other. Being in more or less equal conditions, in the end everything will depend on who has the most agile mind, or who dares to take a risk.“You are very good a
"So a flatterer." And what else am I?Yuri looked at him as if she needed him to describe it.He wanted to be struck by lightning right there.He was dressed in his usual suit, impeccable from head to toe. She managed to look brand”new at each of her appearances, and no one looked better in new clothes. It didn't help that he was also the kind of man who would be handsome even covered in spit."I don't know if I want to know," she answered, tired.She turned and left him there, more infatuated with herself than with him. If he was a little more Mio, a little more Otto, he would have gotten over his comment in five minutes and could be nice now, or at least biting. Well no. It had to show that it hurt, when it didn't make much sense. Maybe he had a bad day, or was that unpleasant if it suited him. In either case, an apology would suffice. Or not. That would contradict what you clarified by active and passive. He was not going to take care of s
"Aha, go on.""I wouldn't have gotten between my parents." I wouldn't have sat in the back row on the first day of school, where no one could talk to me. I wouldn't have turned Gabriel down when he asked me to the Spring Ball just because I was embarrassed to think he wanted to kiss me. The truth is that I wanted that kiss, I was just afraid of the rest. So if after kissing me he wanted something... I would have stopped him. I would not have endured until the end out of obligation. Not with him, nor with any of those who followed.He turned on his heel, looking at each of the corners of the court. He approached Marc, stopping before the first row of bleachers. There he sat.“I would have played basketball, or football, and gone to a nude beach, and strutted around like cheerleaders in my little boardshort. Maybe I would have found someone who loved me. Really... you know? That he loved me and showed it, not just said it. Everyone says they adore me, but th
"Good morning, boss," Yasin greeted, leaning against the hood of the car, smoking."Please throw that shit away.""You don't pay me enough to ban vices, boss."“If I paid you more, you could afford them better, and that's what I intend to avoid.“What an interesting vision of capitalism. He tilted his face to expel the air. I have already bought the flowers. Shall we go through the cemetery first?"Please," he said, settling into the back seat. And thanks.An hour later, Marc was trying to understand the gestures that Verónica was making from her counter. He didn't quicken his pace because the walk down the aisle had to be done properly, even if he had a thousand other opportunities to show off every day.“What? he asked, resting his elbows on the table.“Quick, there are twenty seconds left on this two”for”one offer. Which ones do you like the most? The beige or
“It's my job to make people think I'm going to take a step, and then change direction. How do you think this rhythm of victories is maintained? For infused science?Hugo gave him a confused look. He was losing what little chin he had, and the medication he was taking for pimples was taking effect. Marc had recommended the treatment as soon as he saw that she also had pimples on her back, knowing that this meant a serious skin problem.“Is it that you don't separate your working life from your sentimental life? Correction: sexual. You obviously don't have feelings.Wow , what a stick to come across two very different points of view on your person in the same morning.Marc thought about the answer, although it sounded like he had answered that question before. Did he separate her? Did he need it? In his view, he had only one life: the one he lived between those four walls. The rest were just distractions, mostly soporific, although in r
"And that's what I am?" A refreshing novelty? I don't ask meanly, or as a reproach. I just need to know. "I'd also like to know why you're so upset at the idea of me dancing with another woman." You and I haven't even defined what we're playing at. "That doesn't stop me from having illusions." Marc stopped moving for a second. She blushed so quickly it might have been comical. "No illusions that you're marrying me or anything like that," he began hastily. It's about... If your secretary is watching, maybe we should go talk somewhere else. "If we go somewhere else, I'm going to choose a room with real walls, a latch, and a comfortable surface." If you're ready for me to take advantage of all three, ask me again and I'll obey. Yuri looked at him between troubled, surprised and flattered. She looked like a virgin in front of her first teenage boyfriend, one of those horny guys who came with a couple of strokes and repeated dirty things st
Yuri was calmly sticking stickers on her planner while pretending not to hear the voices between Caleb and Delfino. His best friend was harmless, and no matter how provocative his deputy was, he wasn't going to get the punch he'd been looking for for months. Of course: that morning he was trying very hard to take his "playing ball", of which he was an elite athlete, to a new level. Yuri didn't even know why they had started arguing that time, she just hoped the dispute would end with Delfino leaving the firm, as she had threatened so many times, and Caleb taking a vacation.She smiled to herself and shook her head, still amused by the stickers. Caleb taking a vacation? What would be next? Frozen hell, no more, no less.“I'm not even going to answer that,” Caleb was saying. You have portrayed yourself mixing the personal with the professional, but I can think of a few adjectives that define you as a lawyer. You are useless and conceited. Being your father's