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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.

It must be in the room.

- Bring a soup, and compressed for indisposition. - I hear him responding calmly, while I think I'm going to throw up my guts.

I hear the door close.