Chapter 2 tears wet my face

first person he wants to see. ─ You're going to end up choking, Vitória ─ Carmen says calmly, drinking some of her juice. ─ I’d rather choke than be late. There are less than twenty minutes until Henry arrives, I have to hurry. ─ He was never a punctual person, tardiness should be his surname, I find it difficult for him to actually show up here. ─ Have you noticed how lucky I am today? He might show up at the right time. ─ I end up laughing at my bad luck. ─ Thinking about it that way, he is quite capable. He smiles, eating his food. We finished eating, paid the bill and went back to the company. We entered the elevator and as it was closing, I heard someone shout: ─ Hold on, please. ─ The voice is hoarse, giving me goosebumps. I swear I wasn't prepared for that moment. Henry Bueno, with his imposing and powerful manner, enters the elevator. Its striking perfume soon takes over the place, leaving me intoxicated. Beautiful and with enigmatic green eyes, he smiles, making me take a deep breath. ─ Good afternoon, ladies. ─ Good afternoon, Mr Henry. ─ we spoke at the same time. After what seemed like an eternity, we arrived at our floor. He went to his room and I continued drooling like crazy. ─ Let me clean it up, there's some drool dripping down. ─ Carmen runs her fingertips across the corner of my lips. ─ I wasn't... ─ I was drooling. She needed to see his face, it was priceless. ─ He starts to laugh, leaving me a little embarrassed. ─ I think it's better to throw some water in your face, you can't meet your boss like that. God, am I ready to have a Greek god as my boss? CHAPTER 2 As agreed, I head to my boss's office. I knock on the door, entering as soon as I receive permission from him. I've always heard comments about his beauty, and I've seen some photos on the internet, but in person he looks more handsome, like a true Greek god. I give my clothes one last check. Yes, it could be much worse. I enter the room and Mr. Henry has his head down, analyzing some papers. I scratch my throat, getting his attention. ─ Sit down, Vitória, please ─ he says without looking in my direction. I do as he asks and sit in the chair in front of his desk. ─ I'll get straight to the point. I know it's a little late, but I was going through your folder, your experiences are really enviable, but there's something that caught my attention in an unpleasant way. ─ And what would that be, sir, Henry? ─ I ask suspiciously, what could be so bad at this point? ─ You have a daughter. He's not asking, it's a statement. ─ Yes ─ I respond hesitantly. My personal life shouldn't be part of this conversation, what difference does it make to my work if I have a daughter? They don't pay me any benefits for it. ─ I had unpleasant experiences with assistants who had children, when I least expected it, they left me hanging because of their children. Will this be a problem between us too, Vitória? ─ He rests both elbows on the table, looking at me with an arched eyebrow. ─ These situations are impossible to predict, Mr. Henry. I can't guarantee that I will never let you down, especially because children don't choose the day and time to get sick or get hurt. ─ He makes a face. ─ My daughter will always be a priority, but that has never interfered with my work. I knew this man had to have some flaw, judging me just because I'm a mother is extremely ridiculous and sexist, he speaks as if these issues were within our reach. What's more, my daughter also has a father who can help me in these situations. ─ I understand, but unfortunately I don't want to risk it, I don't have the patience for that kind of thing ─ he says while signing some papers. ─ You don't need to continue your work, as you are still under the probationary contract, I want you to go to HR to have your license discharged. ─ Wait, am I being fired? ─ I ask in shock. ─ Yes, wasn’t I clear enough? ─ She speaks as if it were something simple, not the idiocy of firing me because I'm a mother. ─ Let me see if I understand. Are you firing me simply because I have a daughter? Judging me without even knowing my work properly? Or ask if I have a support network? ─ I don't need to know anything, it's my company and I make the decisions I want. ─ He gets up and walks to the huge glass window. ─ HR is already aware of your dismissal, they just need to go and sign the papers. Have a good day, Vitória. ─ You really are an idiot! ─ I speak in disbelief at what I just heard. ─ In the twenty-first century, and you are there judging a woman just because she has a child. I'm not going to lower myself by begging for this job, especially because you must be just a spoiled rich guy and a son of a hatchet. ─ I get up angrily. ─ What did you call me? ─ he asks, watching me with a serious expression. ─ Son of a hatchet. That's the only reason you're such a jerk, you must not have had a mother. ─ I face him without being intimidated. ─ Have a good time, Henry. I make a point of emphasizing your name. I turn my back leaving his room. As soon as the door closes, I let tears wet my face, I couldn't be so emotional in front of that idiot. He didn't even bother to give me the benefit of the doubt. Of course, when it comes to my Carina, I wouldn't think twice before going to meet her. But these are emergency situations that do not happen recurrently. I enter the bathroom and come face to face with Carmen, who looks at me scared. ─ What happened, Vitória? ─ she asks worriedly, seeing my condition. ─ I just got fired. ─ I give a weak smile, seeing the mess that my makeup turned out to be. ─ What? What do you mean fired? ─ That's exactly what you heard. That idiot son of a hatchet sent me away. Do you know why? ─ No, no. ─ Because I have a daughter. Do you realize how ridiculous this is? ─ That sounds ridiculous. He can't fire you for that reason, it's even illegal. Can I sue this son of a bitch? I think I'll get a lawyer, this must definitely be illegal. ─ He said he was left hanging with his assistants who had children and, this time, he wasn't going to take any chances. He didn't think twice before judging me. Be honest, in the month that I've been here, how many times have I been absent or been late? Except today was an atypical day. ─ None... Even though I hated the idea of ​​waking up with the sun rising, I always did everything possible and impossible not to be late. I would struggle to resolve things without my worthy boss being present. ─ Exactly. If