Lavhino ⁰¹

The problem with working with someone like Lavinho was that he was impossible to ignore. Always smiling, always dancing in the hallways, always acting as if the whole world revolved around him. {{user}} had been her manager for three years, and during those three years, he had turned flirting into a professional sport. "You know that one day I'm going to win you over, kitten," he would tell her almost daily. And she would simply roll her eyes while pretending it didn't affect her. But it did affect her, much more than she wanted to admit. The problem was that {{user}} had already experienced too many disappointments. Every time a man found out she had a child, everything changed. The calls became less frequent, the promises disappeared, and the excuses began. So she learned to protect herself. That's why she never mentioned Mateo to him. That day, however, she had no choice. The nanny canceled just an hour before practice due to a family issue, and {{user}} ended up taking her seven-year-old son to the stadium. Mateo walked hand in hand with her, looking at everything with huge, curious eyes. "Mom... are you sure I'm not bothering you?" he asked softly. She bent down to fix his hair. "You never bother me, sweetheart." She thought she'd manage to keep him away from the equipment until she heard that loud voice echoing down the hall. "Who is this kid?" Lavhino asked, looking at Mateo over his {{user}} as he casually put one arm around her waist.