- Mr. Liam? - someone knocks on the door.
Kendell, woman. See if you behave.
I look at the little chef, not knowing what to do and he was frustrated in the face.
He faces me and makes a sign to return to my beloved hiding place.
Beloved... That's nothing.
My spine.
It's good Kendell, for you to see if you learn.
I'm going quickly down the table.
Knock on the door again.
- Come in. - the chef responds.
And Mrs. Otílinha comes in.
- Boy, what are you doing without a shirt? She's running around here. - she says she's approaching him.
- I'm going to work out, Otília. - he says smiling.
Son of the capet of a charismatic.
- It will end up getting cold. - she says. - Well, your secretariat called warning you to send the references of drivers you asked for. - she concludes.
What do
