**LATIN BEST SELLER BOOK**
--- IN ENGLISH NOW ---
Sarah changed. Now she wants to be a better person. She just wants to leave the past behind and her new priorities are doesn't get in problems, work hard and try to be nice. But when she tries to ge...
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III
Under pouring rain, I hurtle towards Ipanema station. I try to find shelter under the marquees of the buildings of a famous street of the neighborhood. It seemed a good idea to come by subway. It's only two stations from the model agency, where I was in charge of a selection, and the restaurant Dr. Alden talked about. After lunch, the sky looked pissed off with everybody, and I couldn't even remember of bringing an umbrella.
I hate them.
The only thing I regret was wearing a dress instead of pants. When I woke up, I decided that today would be a great day. I wore high heels and a dress with an exotic print to look easygoing. It is above the knees with spaghetti straps, and it is slightly skirted. Its print has many tons of green. Above it, I wear a white cardigan that saves me from having my skin is totally exposed to the rain. I bonded my hair on the top of the head because it was too wet by the rain.
I should take a taxi.
I spent the afternoon at the agency meeting with some photo models and designing the campaign for the gym, not to be late for the meeting with Dr. Alden and his friend. I have chosen a couple of models who accepted to do the photo shooting. I have to schedule a meeting with the owners and finish this campaign soon. Especially before the job for my friend Dr. Alden.
I stop under the marquee of a building to rest a bit. Then, I ask for the restaurant the professor told me on the map sent by e-mail. The doorman of the building says that it is a bit ahead and I keep moving. Walking on high heels, it is way more exciting than bungee jumping. The sun is going down, and everything seems orange. Before crossing the crossroad, my cell phone rings inside the purse, and I move back to the marquee of another building. I can't figure out the number displayed on the screen.
"Hello," I answered a bit breathless.
"Hello," replies a woman with a pleasant voice. "Is it Sarah Baleatos speaking?"
"Yes, it's her."
I cover my ear to blanket the sound of the cars.
"Here is from Lobo Negro1 restaurant. We're calling to cancel the meeting with Mr. Thomas and Dr. Alan today. They apologize, but unfortunately something unexpected has happened," she says it professionally.
What? Now? Why is it the restaurant calling? A secretary must take care of it not the restaurant. A light bulb goes on in my head. The professor's friend is the owner of the restaurant. Maybe this can give me more clues.
"Why the Lobo Negro's owner is not available today?" I throw it to see if she swallows the bait.
"Unfortunately his schedules are not matching," she says it as if her voice was recorded.
"And why I'm getting to know it right now? It's thirty minutes before the meeting, and I'm already on my way," my voice starts to rise in anger.
I take a deep breath, and I try to calm down. She has nothing to do with it, I just remember it. Then, I continue.
