We had arrived. The entrance was funky. There were cars and more cars, all of them luxury and imported, and chauffeurs opened everyone's door and took the machines to the parking lot. It was no different with us. We stopped and one of them welcomed us. My Brigadeiro colleague handed him the key that took the car safely to the parking lot. Right at the entrance there were games of lights that left the place with all possible refinement, worthy of the party itself. Beautiful people and dressed in the most diverse brands arrived and seemed to enter the sky. We headed for the front door, and a tall, polite security guard gave us his fake goodnight. There was no need to hand over an invitation, nor confirm a name on the guest list, the security guard has already been giving us all the necessary license to enter. That first environment played Blue and Jazz, what excited me. People spoke silently and went from group to group of people to greet each other, which was not long before some people came to talk to us. Elegant waiters passed by offering drinks and snacks. I will not deny it; it was good to be there, with influential, beautiful people. Place with luxury, elegance, good drink and good music, it would only be more perfect if there was no hypocrisy of the people printed on their faces, which everyone knew existed, but pretended not to exist. More people came to greet us. My colleague and Dario always received the most attention. Janine and I went to another environment that played electronic music. We left the other two there in the entrance area. In this area that we went to, people loosened up a little more, and seemed to drink more. There it was possible to recognize people from the media, or important businessmen, and the desperate ex-participants of Reality Shows who were trying to show off and stand out in the crowd. We went to a VIP area, and sat in comfortable armchairs. At that moment, a beautiful tall, blonde girl appeared, wearing a very elegant Oscar de La Renta dress, gold earrings and shiny Izabel Esteves, gold bracelet Julio Okudo, with a necklace also in Cartiernegro gold and a Gioielli Pantalena ring, who sat smiling up beside us.
- Janine - she said to my friend - all right? - And kissed my friend on the cheek - Hi Adam, how long ago. I never saw him again - and he kissed me too.
I was wondering if that was one of the people over there that Janine didn't like.
- And how's work going? - The elegant blonde spoke - Are you going to São Paulo Fashion Week in June? I can get VIP seats for you at Prada, Cavalera and Colcci fashion shows.
I remembered the request that Milla, John and Yo made to me last weekend, asking if I wanted to go to the market with them to buy snacks and juice without ice.
- Oh - my friend was talking enthusiastically - swear you can do it. Come on Adam?
- Yes, yes - I answered - Why not?
They even chatted about ten minutes about the possible collections that the brands would bring to the shows. When the elegant blonde left my friend said:
- Wow, that girl is so fresh. But she does a lot for fashion events.
- Um ... I know how it is - I got up.
- Where are you going?
- I'll see if I find a journalist who can get me a credential to cover the end of the world when I arrive.
She got up and followed me: - Shall we have a drink?
I agreed. In the bar, all decorated with glass and impeccable lighting, I could see my colleague from Brigadeiro and Dario who was also at the counter, but on the other side. It was incredible how my Brigadeiro colleague was harassed, not only by women, but by some men as well. The other colleague was super harassed too, but that was because everyone knew he was one of the biggest promoters in the city. Undoubtedly everyone there knew their party that was going to explode. The two spotted us and joined us. At all times someone came and greeted my colleague to promise and when the person left he said he did not know. There was even a girl who arrived, spoke his name and, what we thought would be a kiss on the cheek, was a surper sucked in the mouth.
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The Adam Boy
General FictionAdam is a young man who realizes that he lives alone. Concerned about this, he finds old friends and even improves his relationship with his family, but he realizes that it is not as easy as he thought. But that's not all: Adam is living hell in his...