CAMILA VON SCHULZ – she was completely in love with Bernardo, from the moment she saw him for the first time in her interview with the editor–in–chief.
Camila waved happily at him, and only a few seconds after the joke she returned, but even so, it was a gesture more out of reflex than out of attention or interest in the girl.
–– Give up, Camila – said Amanda, Paulo Camilo's secretary – he must be gay, he never paid attention to anyone here, mainly for ignoring a girl as beautiful as you, if you have noticed her.
Never...
Camila was thoughtful for a few seconds, she knew in her heart that giving up that good party was giving up something very good, beautiful, she really was, no one could deny it, but in her heart she knew that beauty alone was not enough in that situation.
CAMILA WAS OWNER OF A BODY minutely sculpted by God, perfectly accentuated in the right places, breasts the size of a Pear, perfect hips, shapely legs – thanks to the classical ballet lessons she had done as a child –, big and fleshy mouth in the best style Angelina Jolie, with slightly reddish blond hair, her skin was the envy of any woman who stayed by her side, especially when they knew she didn't go to the gym, much less a diet, all that was a pure gift from God.
–– I heard – said Camila trying to argue with her friend – that his wife died a few years ago, and that he has a daughter, that must be why he doesn't pay so much attention to the girls here.
–– One more good reason to give up – Amanda said filing her nail, trying to fix the broken part – a widowed man is complicated, no matter how much he loves you, he will always see you as a ghost of the woman from his past.
–– Maybe, maybe not – said Camila ending that conversation without any fruit – tell the boss that I will try to talk personally with a contact for the matter I'm working on.