Gerald arrived home, thoughtfully took off his tie and jacket, took Tony's photograph in his hands, and looked at him tenderly.

"I'm not going to let anyone hurt you, much less let that bastard Raymond Wilson take my place," he said, "we're going to be together, and I'm going to teach you so many things." He blinked and his voice cracked. “I will not be the same as my father,” he assured.

Then he looked at the photo of Myriam, and snorted, there he understood that this woman would have to go beyond the walls of her intimacy, that she would have to narrate part of her life, so that the romance would sound like reality.

"I hope you don't bother me, Myriam Bennett, you're an expert at that," she emphasized, then picked up her iPad and began typing her terms. "There will be no intimacy," was the first thing he wrote down. “You will not make a fool of me in front of my employees”, he wrote: “You will not give me orders either, you will have to obey my rules”, was the third thing he wrote,