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"H...hello..."

"Yes? Who speaks?"

"My... My name is Gigi."

"Yes, Gigi, tell me."

" Sorry! I...I'm Iggi!"

"Sure, then, Iggi, how can I help you?"

"It's about... a friend... Lydia... She left me her contact. She told me to do therapy with you, do you know her?"

" Oh, I understand. So, Gigi, do you want to book a session?"

"Nerd!"

"Don't you want a session?"

"My name isn't Gigi!" I Say. "Excuse me. That my name is not Gigi, but Iggi, it was a mistake, sorry."

"So Iggi, do you want a session or not? Or what will be the reason for your call?"

"I... I never did therapy before, in fact, I'm not entirely sure I want to do it now, in fact, if I could just ask you a question and you tell me what I have to do..."

"Then you can call me when you're entirely sure about the idea of ​​starting therapy, yes?"

"I... Yes, I mean, yes. I want. I agree. Heh, heh, oh what a bad joke, it's just problems with commitments that have me embarrassed now, damn it."

"So your reason for consultation is problems with commitments? Well, how about tomorrow at nine?'

"At night?

" In the morning."

"Oh sure. It's a medical consultation, not a beer between friends. Stupid!"

"Sorry?"

"I... I said stupid to myself, it wasn't for you, I'm sorry!"

"Then tomorrow at nine in the morning I'll wait for you. Now I'll share my office location to this number, yes? See you there. A pleasure, Iggi."

"Su...Sure, yes, see you there."

And hang up.

Good heavens, I can't believe my hand shivers as soon as I place my phone on the desk. It's been a pretty complex day and I don't think I'm ready for the obligations that will overwhelm me from now on.

However, it is enough to leave the cell phone on my agenda to see that tomorrow at nine in the morning I have a board meeting. Oooohhh, dammit! Really?! Seriously fucking?! Caroline will kill me if I try to rush the meeting!

I flop down on the couch and close the computer in front of my eyes. So much work leaves me no space to think about certain issues correctly, especially if they refer to healthy work-life with well-defined nuances between love and hate, personal life, and work issues.

The sun has just set outside the window entering the last glimpses that give this part of the building and I realize that I have not had lunch. I have not even remembered it between so many pending things and the orders sent to be made from the machine with my new digital operation. Already the production in the night shift can be much more efficient and we will be able to take a greater flow of orders.

At last, the growth of the company accompanies the growth of the orders and I can cover the demand. I was immensely worried that I would not be able to comply with the increase in flows necessary to make something of my life at the pace that is needed. I was always indignant at how the orders grew, the client portfolio also grew and I could correspond with none of that. On the contrary, productivity grew but so did my debts, it was impossible for me to hire staff and resources were scarce more quickly.

What is happening is making some things easier for me, but it is also demanding others.

"Knock Knock? Sorry, the door was open."

It slowly opens and someone walks in poking their head out making me jump in place.

"I don't think you were expecting anyone," he assures, bringing a package that he leaves on the coffee table of the set of armchairs as soon as he is here.

Is he"

Leonardo walks in, in his fabulous tuxedo that he was wearing earlier in the video conference, and looks at me like a wounded dog.

"I was supposed to be alone, I can't get used to someone else being around here willing to harass me."

"I don't mean to make you feel harassed. In fact, we talk very little about how we feel about each other... As if every time that topic seems to come up... "

..." We end up having sex and that just blocks any possibility of talk that we deserve, I know. I have thought about it."

"Wow, I'm glad we're on the same page. I brought you sushi. Do you have wine?"

I raise an eyebrow, watching him.

"How did you know I haven't had lunch yet?"

"I... I don't want you to feel like I'm following you. In fact, not anymore. It was just common sense to know that, like what happens to me, you sometimes forget your food because of how hectic the routine is.

"It is, yes... Although it's more like mid-afternoon or early dinner time."

"Good. how about lunch and dinner?

"An ideal style of dining for the two of us."

I sketch a slight smile and agree to look for glasses, wine from a small fridge where I always keep something when it comes to treating someone to something.

And I take it place it on the table and discover the pieces of sushi. They are a lot and look great.

"It's too much!"

"Not when it comes to putting meals together. I would devour five of these."

"You look well-fed," I say, uncorking the wine and pouring it into both glasses. "In fact, I would judge that you are."

"My routine opposes it, my training demands it, and my trainer feels like murdering me. So you're right and at the same time maybe not."

"That salmon tastes great."

"Isn't that right? Try it in sweet and sour sauce. It's fabulous."

"Hmmm, actually yes."

Some of it falls out of my mouth as I eat and he giggles. Me too, embarrassed.

"I'm glad to see you happy," he assures.

I wipe myself with a napkin from the package.

"In fact," he adds, "I am very sorry to have caused any harm to you. Believe me that the last of my intentions is to hurt you."

"I...Leonardo..."

"And I don't want you to feel pressured by my stupid feelings either. I promise I won't mix business with personal again, it was terribly stupid what I did this morning, but your courage showed me how wrong I was."

"Well...yes, it was childish."

"And stupid. Do you forgive me?"

"Hmmm."

He raises his glass.

I also hold mine and he offers me a toast:

"What if we start from scratch? For our 'restart'.What do you say?"

"Right from the start? Can we?"

"Let's try it. What do you say? I want to make things right with you, Gigi... Right forever. What do you think?"