Oliver Cateano
The cold January wind whistled through the cracks in the windows of the Lar da Esperança Orphanage, but the silence in the main corridor was even more sharp. By the age of sixteen, she had already learned that hope was a dangerous luxury. Sitting on her narrow bed, she hugged her knees, watching the worn-out suitcase at her feet—the entire summary of her life fit into a faded canvas bag. "He's waiting for you in the boardroom," the prefect announced, in a tone of voice that mixed envy and incredulity. As she went downstairs, she saw him. Standing with his back to the window, looking out over the gray courtyard, was the man everyone in the newspapers called ruthless. The impeccably cut lead-gray suit and luxury watch on her wrist screamed power, but it was the loneliness emanating from her posture that made her stop at the door.
About Oliver Cateano
The cold January wind whistled through the cracks in the windows of the Lar da Esperança Orphanage, but the silence in the main corridor was even more sharp. By the age of sixteen, she had already learned that hope was a dangerous luxury. Sitting on her narrow bed, she hugged her knees, watching the worn-out suitcase at her feet—the entire summa...Read more