to analyze her reflection from head to toe, looking for any imperfection in her attire. It wasn't sophisticated, just a white long-sleeved shirt, a long skirt, and a discreet dark blu

ned up his nose. It only took a few minutes to hear the well-known "you do not fit the desired profile." It was the third interview just that w

e administration of the Salvatore mansion day and night. When Soraia Perez died, she began to accompany Núbia Santos, a housekeeper who was hired to replace her mother. She graduated in hotel governa

of her experience. Unfortunately, along with the house and money, the son of her former employer thought she was part of the inherita

r hair, she imagined analyzing the waist-length strands, partially tied with a ribbon. She should have done a more elaborate, sophi

ather and younger sister - standing in front of her. The Salvatore matriarch treated her employees and their children as if they w

terview?" Mirela asked, entering wi

job opportunity and compassionate for the kind Salvator

re

use

ands in hers. "I found the perfect job for you. It p

ar as she knew, the mansion did not need a ho

leep in his apartment. The salary is practically the s

d all possible ben

on's apartment... S

abhorred, it was him. Simon was arrogant, presumptuous, and for a long time, had made fun of her sex life, or as he liked to point out, the lack thereof. Moreove

meone I trust taking care of my ba

be called many thi

ke me..." "Nor do I like him," she added

y. "Soraia and I used to spend long hours making plans... You can

keep her distance from the bosses. She saw no reason for Mirela to lie about it and even involve her moth

n hers. "If you don't like it, you can quit, there won't b

emned herself for having a soft heart and be

ela, but I'm do

oped her in

ghter. I'm sure yo

epting Salvatore's warm embrace, which, in a w