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Eduarda. She's going to be your new nanny. It all happened very quickly, I knew at that moment that the count needed someone urgently. Either way, it wouldn't be like me to question a boss's decision. So I was so happy to get the job, but I had to suppress it in front of the other adult in the office. However, when she was alone with the kids, she would make it clear that she was super excited to be around them. — How do you say, Igor? — Otávio spoke to his son. — It's a pleasure to meet you — the boy said, looking at me, and I smiled because he sounded like a little prince talking like that. —It's my pleasure, darling — I smile. — It's a pleasure to meet you, too — I observe the little girl who is hiding. — You're Isis, aren't you? You don't need to be afraid of me. She didn't come out from behind her father. — Isis is not at all... — My new boss didn't finish the sentence. — Anyway, I don't want to scare you, but Isis is a naughty little girl. — I couldn't hide my smile. — My children and I live in the house, as well as Samuel, the butler, and Arlete, the maid. There are day laborers who come to help maintain the house during the week. But residents, it's just us. It's you now. I read in your CV that it's okay to live at work. - I don't have. — Well... I'll ask Arlete to bring us a coffee. Before we sign the trial contract, I need you to know some details... I didn't care about details. I would have a job with a good salary and a house to live in. I was happy for everything that was happening, even if it was happening too quickly and I could barely breathe in the face of the news. — Children, go play. Dad needs to talk to Maria Eduarda. They left almost immediately, which made me realize that the children obeyed without question or complaint. It was a surprise because I didn't know children like that. — As you can see, things here are simple, despite the sumptuous house. My life is my children, and I try to keep everything in order, raise them the same way I was raised. I nodded. — So, before you agree to work for me, you need to know that... Someone knocked on the door. Soon, a lady appeared, carrying a tray with two cups and a porcelain teapot. I quickly got up to help her put everything on the table. Otávio Figueiredo's gaze weighed on me. My heart accelerated. — I'm Arlete — the woman told me, as soon as she had her hands free. I squeezed her fingers, saying my own name. Then, she left. When I returned to my new boss again, my heart raced. His gaze burned. What did it mean? Chapter 2 When the employment agency told me they would refer someone for an interview, I expected a young lady in her mid-forties, with a serious face and modest clothes. But when this girl walked into my office, I lost my breath a little. Maybe because she reminded me of Analy, my ex-wife, when I met her. It's been almost ten years, but the experience of falling in love with her extravagant and free way still made my heart race. It all happened in Argentina. In Buenos Aires. I was having dinner with a friend and business partner, when the waitress appeared with her beautiful and spontaneous smile. We exchanged phone numbers and, during the time I was in Argentina on vacation, we went out and stayed a few times. When I returned to Brazil, I was already in love. So he brought her to me. I asked her to marry me. And I believed it would be eternal, until I realized that my beautiful wife was too free to be tied down to a man who needed to work to maintain his lifestyle. The mansion too far from the city to be busy, but too close to be considered a farm, massacred her. Analy liked people, she liked parties. Little by little, she wasted away. When I asked her if she wanted a divorce, she almost thanked me. And, since then, I've tried to maintain serenity because of Igor and Isis. They were just children and were already living away from their mother. However, I cannot deny that when I saw Maria Eduarda Fiuza entering my room, something stuck in my flesh. Which in itself was crazy. The fact that she reminds me of a younger Analy should only crown my initiative in asking that young woman with flowing hair out. But I still asked to see her CV. I treated her well. Even with the justification for his lack of qualifications dancing in my mouth, I gave him the job. Why? She attracted me. How Analy once attracted me. But there was something that differentiated them. Analy was waitressing that night just as an extra for her fashion course. She came from a good family and had a good surname in Argentina. When my grandfather found out about her, he asked her a series of questions about her lineage and was only satisfied after finding out everything he could about her. My grandfather died five years earlier, but I remember swearing to him that I would never dishonor the Figueiredos by staying with anyone. Either way... I don't need to see Maria Eduarda's CV to know that she is poor. Your skin, your uncut hair, your dusty sandals and your old skirt show this to me. And she has always worked, since she has a lot of experience and little education. On paper it is clear that she did not even finish high school. I look up at her. The coffee in front of me is served. She drinks from her own cup as if she is very embarrassed to be in front of me. Right. She attracts me. But, I would never stay with her. — Good, Maria Eduarda. As I already told you, her resume is great and I'm sure she has taken care of and educated many children, but I need you to know that my children are different. Igor will be the next count. Having a title brings a lot of honor, but also a lot of responsibility. My grandfather taught me that we cannot let ourselves be guided by sentimentality, we need to be firm and fair. I knew she had no idea what I was talking about. “Okay,” she said, despite everything. — I don't want you to shower him with pampering and treat him like a little king. You need to be strict with him. — But he's seven years old. — He's already at the age where he knows how to behave. I don't want you to be too affectionate with Igor. On the contrary, I want you to be tough and always demand the best from him. She nodded. She knew she didn't agree, but apparently she needed the job. - Another thing. If you have a boyfriend or husband, you can only see him on days off and outside of work. I don't want strange men around my children. She blushed. — I don't have... My heart accelerated. Single, I knew it was because she put it on her CV, and she was glad she didn't have a boyfriend. However, this joy was uncomfortable, because it shouldn't change me. She finished her coffee. There was a thin trace of the liquid on her lips and I felt the urge to lick it. I looked away, returning to the paper. I needed a nanny because I had a lot of work to do, and I didn't have