PACO

LINS MUELLER

Paco Lins Müller is a successful CEO, born in London and raised in Brazil since he was

the age of nine. He is the director of several companies in the country and is a millionaire, despite

being only 27 years old. Nana, looking at his social media, commented on how handsome he

looked in his photos, especially one taken in London at sunset, wearing an elegant overcoat. Nana

also found a photo in which Paco was wearing swim trunks, suggesting that he is well-endowed.

Clara is shocked by Nana's comment, but she justifies that men look at women's attributes all the

time, so she has the right to do t h e same with men.

—Exactly, and I'm particularly fascinated by butts. Hmm, he seems to have a nice butt, doesn't

he? Nana quickly scrolled through the photos.

While they were immersed in scrutinizing Paco, Nana's cell phone rang, pulling them away from

their investigation. It was Sergio, and she put him on speakerphone.

"We don't have much time, Sergio. We're at the construction site and the foreman will be here

soon," Nana warned.

"Okay, I'll be quick. Mr. Paco called me and asked for Clara's contact information. Apparently,

she has his cell phone. How did that happen?" Sergio asked.

Nana looked at her friend with wide eyes and an open mouth.

"I can explain, Sergio. He left it with me while he went to the bathroom, and I put it somewhere

safe," Clara replied.

"I don't know how he could deposit that amount with you while hiding his cell phone," Sergio

scolded.

"I didn't hide it, Sergio. I just put it away," Clara defended herself.

"Well, he wants to talk to you."

"I'll explain to you where the damn cell phone is, and you tell

him." "He was insistent on asking for your number," Sergio

informed her. "And you gave it to him?!" Clara asked.

"That's why I'm calling you, Clara. I want to know if I can give him your number, since he only

has mine and asked for yours."

"Of course not!"

—Why not? Nana looked at her confused. Just call him and tell him where the phone is,

what's the big deal?

"Don't give it to him, Sergio, please," Clara continued. "Does he think that just because he

deposited extra money into our account, I'm obligated to repay him in some other way? No way.

I'm not obligated to talk to him if I don't want to. Tell him I put his cell phone on the shelf in the

north room, inside a bronze bowl, or whatever material it's made of. It's very easy to find. We can

even return what he sent extra. Tell him that, please."

After they hung up the phone and Nana stared at her open-mouthed for almost a full minute, Clara

broke the silence.

—Nana, don't look at me like that. We weren't counting on this money, were we?

—No, we weren't, but it fell into our hands and it will help a lot, Clara. Think about it, we'll

pay our rent, the internet, and we may not even have to do the hard work for a couple of

months, just manage the team. Think about it, my friend.

—Whatever will be, will be. I'm not going to meet up with that rich guy who's definitely

looking to get a poor girl into bed.

—My God, woman. Stop thinking like that. Not every man looks at women wanting to

get laid. Calm down, relax. Maybe he's just being polite.

Clara rolled her eyes at her friend, and Nana didn't laugh. She was serious.

—So, Sergio just has to tell him where I put my cell phone and that's it. Why would he

want to see me?

Nana was about to reply, but at that moment a man came up to them with his hand outstretched:

—Hello, you must be Nana and Clara, from Limpfriends? I'm Pablo, and I'm in charge of this

project.

He shook both their hands and invited them to enter the construction site. He unlocked a large, tall

door and they entered the unfinished building. Some painting and flooring still needed to be done

where they entered, but the rest, the second floor where they went, seemed to be complete and,

looking inside,

it was possible to imagine the hypermarket that was being finalized.

Pablo was dressed in formal attire, a starched white shirt, long sleeves, twill pants, and shiny black

shoes. He was very polite and attentive. They entered an office and he invited them to sit on a

majestic white sofa that seemed to embrace them.

—Well, this will be my office. Thank you for meeting with me on a Saturday.

—Don't worry, Pablo, we also work on Saturdays," replied Nana, in a professional manner.

"So, is this your business venture?

—"It belongs to my brother and me. We have the franchise and decided to open in this

neighborhood. We plan to open in forty days. Do you think you can have everything ready by

then?"

Pablo wore sober glasses, had thick eyebrows, lively black eyes, a well-trimmed beard, thick

black hair that fell to his shoulders and was well tamed by gel. He must have been around forty

five years old and was very handsome.

—It's very close, Mr. Pablo, and to be honest, I don't think we can take on your project. Clara

knew her friend even by her voice and realized that she was sad to learn that the opening date

was so close. I don't want to take it on just for the sake of it, to close the deal with you, knowing

that there's a good chance we won't be able to deliver on time and disrupt your life, right, Clara?

Nana looked at her friend, knowing that they had no chance of committing to something so big.

—I agree with you, Nana. Mr. Pablo, we have a team of ten people and most of the time we

help with the cleaning process, and even if we all worked, I don't think we would deliver on

time. I'm sorry.

—Gee, do I look that old that you have to call me sir? Pablo smiled and seemed to light up the

office. Of course they didn't think he was old, they called him sir out of politeness.

—"Sorry, sir... Pablo, of course we don't think you're old. Look at you," said Nana, more

relaxed. "I think we call even those younger than us 'sir,' it's customary, I think."

And since Clara knew her friend well, she noticed that the conversation was definitely going to

take a flirtatious turn. Pablo was handsome and intelligent, and judging by the lack of a wedding

ring, he must be single or separated, not that the absence of a ring meant much. She was lost in

thought and missed part of the conversation.

—I don't know, Pablo, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it and will disrupt the inauguration.

Wasn't even Clara's voice sweeter? What do you think, Clara?

—Sorry, I was remembering something and got lost. What were you talking about?

—I was telling Nana that I liked you guys and would love for you to take care of the cleaning.

Pablo looked at Nana with a crooked smile. I said I could help.

—And you're going to work like us? Clara couldn't help being sarcastic, looking at the man's

white hands, which must never have washed even a glass, making it clear that she didn't

believed him. "Even if he helped us, he would just be one more person and it wouldn't do any

good.

—Sure, I understand. The man seemed embarrassed by her response. What I meant was that

it would increase the value, so you could increase the number of cleaning staff. Why do you

think I couldn't take the job, dear Clara?

He was now playing with her, challenging her. He put both elbows on the table and looked at

her with feigned attention.

—I don't doubt it, Pablo, but you could break your manicured nails, and we don't want that, do

we?

The man shifted in his chair, clearly embarrassed. He didn't know the young woman; Clara would

never take abuse lying down, and he knew she was toying with them, never stooping to the level

of a cleaner.

—But what about increasing the number of employees, maybe doubling the number?

He now looked only at Nana.

"Can I talk to my partner and give you an answer later?" Nana asked in a soft voice as she tucked

a strand of blue hair behind her ear—she dyed it almost every week, and the color this time was

blue—in a coquettish manner.

"Of course. I'll wait for your answer." The man stood up and said goodbye to them. He shook

Clara's hand quickly, not as effusively as before, and held Nana's hand longer. When they were

exchanging contact details to schedule a new meeting, Clara left the office to leave them alone

and waited for them downstairs.

"My goodness, why do you always have to be rude to our employers?" Clara asked irritably as

they waited for the taxi.

"That guy is so annoying. Did you see how snobby he is?"

"I didn't see that. You need to find someone to have sex with, Clara, you've been really stressed

lately."

"And you've already found someone, right?"

"Thanks for leaving me alone with him."

"And what did he say when I left?"

"He scheduled a dinner for tonight and we're going to sort everything out. What do you think,

Clara? He's right, we could take this job, hire more employees just for this project, and double

our profits if necessary. We won't even have to do anything, we'll just stop by twice

times a day to see if everything is going well. What do you think?" "It

would be fantastic, Nana. My fear is delaying the opening."

"We won't delay it, you'll see. And with the bonus we received from the CEO, we can even rent

the room we saw last week, if it's still available. Wow, that would be great."

The two got into the taxi feeling much more excited about the good luck they'd been having

lately.

"You need to help me find a wonderful outfit for tonight. I want to turn heads!" Nana was

planning a wonderful evening with Pablo. "I need to wax and find some beautiful lingerie."

The taxi driver heard her, but this time she didn't even care.