Rafael wakes up disoriented, his head pounding with the remnants of a restless night's sleep. Glancing at the clock, a surge of panic courses through him as he realizes he's late for work. The thought of Christian arriving at the office before him terrifies him, igniting a fire of determination within him.
"Damn it!" Rafael mutters, scrambling out of bed and hastily throwing on clothes.
Skipping his usual morning routine, he rushes through the bare essentials, splashing water on his face and hastily brushing his teeth. As he bolts out the door, his mind races with thoughts of Christian and Marilena, the memory of their seemingly perfect relationship haunting him like a specter from the past.
"Marilena better keep her mouth shut," Rafael mutters to himself, the fear of her divulging their encounter yesterday intensifying his urgency.
