Eight hours later, the jet landed on Brazilian soil. Mary made me promise that she would take care of me and that she would relax on my "vacation" she didn't even suspect that as soon as she turned her back to go to Florida I received a call from Edgar, he needed to talk to me.
 
That is, work.
 
I did the check-in on arrival and, thanks to God, without security, I took a taxi, giving the address of my apartment, which was located in the prime area of ​​Rio de Janeiro, Copacabana.
 
I would have to buy a car.
 
As we drove to my apartment, I saw the wonderful city of Rio de Janeiro through the car window. Is so beautiful.
 
I sighed.
 
The car stopped at a red light in front of a beach, which if I'm not mistaken is the famous Ipanema.
Honestly I don't know if I'll be able to relax, like now, I'm here but the only thing I can think about is that I should be in Spain, in a meeting room signing a contract and always arguing with someone, my body and mind are already programmed to just think about work.
The taxi driver cursed softly because the light hadn't turned green and it was taking too long, I glance at the beach and see beautiful Brazilian women walking on the sidewalk in small bikinis.
 
Correcting MAYBE I can relax even a LITTLE BIT.
 
I smile aside.
 
Finally the light turned green and the car returned to its route, in twenty minutes the car stopped in front of a building that is facing a beach, the famous Copacabana.
I pay the taxi driver and take my three bags, the doorman as soon as he sees me approaches, seeing the taxi leave.
 
Doorman - Can I help? he asks, looking at the bags carefully.
 
Klaus - I'm Klaus Uckermann and I came to spend some time in my apartment. I say frowning.
 
It's very strange when you do the talking and not an assistant who does everything for you. Absolutely everything.
 
 
The doorman widens his eyes.
 
 
Porter - Mr Uckermann... opens a huge smile, that's it, here comes the flattery - It's an honor to have you here. he takes a key ring full of keys from his pants pocket and puts one of them in the gate, but when he was about to turn, he stops at the moment and looks at me seriously, very seriously, removing the key from the lock.
- identification please... he asks holding out his hand.
 
Klaus - Didn't you recognize me? kinda obvious question.
 
My family and I are more famous than the pope himself.
 
Doorman - Well, yes... he speaks awkwardly - But how will I know it's you? What if it's one of those stunt psychopaths who look a lot like their idols? raises an eyebrow.
 
Klaus - But you're recognizing me. laughs.
 
Porter - One thing I'm suspicious of you is that Mr. Uckermann always has security guards, always. leans against the gate staring at me - I bet even when you go to the bathroom at your house there's one there - he grimaces.
 
laugh.
 
Klaus - No, not that. I'm on vacation, so they're not with me.
 
Porter - Anyway... the man in his fifties looks at me seriously again
- Yes or no. reaches out again - Identification...
 
I sigh taking my wallet and take out my ID, he takes it and looks carefully at the photo and data and then looks at me.
 
Zzz: What's going on? - A man approaches, he's about thirty years old, with short hair and blue eyes.
 
Porter - This man claims to be Mr. Uckermann.
 
The man in the suit looks at me for the first time since he arrived and his eyes widen.
 
Zzz - My God! Open the gate soon Nicholas is really Mr Uckermann. speaks while adjusting his tie.
 
The doorman does as he asks and I go in pushing my bags.
 
Zzz - Let me help you Mr. Uckermann... he offered.
 
Klaus - Thank you! I gave him a suitcase.
 
Nicolau - Sorry Mr. Uckermann, but I needed to make sure it was you - he says handing over my ID and looks at me kind of... afraid?
- Please don't fire me sir, I have a wife and grandson to support. supplication looking at me.
 
I stare at the doorman and then the guy with the dark blue eyes. I look back at the doorman.
 
Klaus - Are you talking to me? I frowned.
 
Nicholas - Yes!
 
Klaus - Why would I fire you? I thought it was very good for you to ask for identification to see if I really was who I am... I grimaced at the last line, they laughed - And second. I shook my head - I don't have that power.
 
Zzz: How not? scared question - You are the owner of this building.
 
Klaus - Am I? I'm scared now.
 
Although, I have so many properties that if this building is really mine it shouldn't surprise me. But why was I not warned about this purchase? I don't remember signing anything involving the purchase of a building and I just sign something, before reading the first line of the sheet twice, until the last paragraph of the last line of the sheet.
 
Whatever it is.
 
Strange that.
 
Nicholas - Yes it is.
 
Zzz - Well, I'm Rodrigo Santos the realtor, or rather, your realtor. presents itself
- And this is Nicolau, the doorman here, he's been working in this building for twenty years, please don't fire him sir...- he asks.
 
Klaus - I'm not going to fire him and I'm going to know about this building being mine.
 
Nicholas sighs in relief.
 
Rodrigo - I think we can go to your penthouse. warn.
 
Klaus - Of course! Have a good day Nicholas. I said before heading towards the elevator.
 
Nicholas - You too!
 
Rodrigo called the elevator and when he arrived, he came out with a cocky face. I didn't go with the face of the asshole anymore. He looked at me and turned his face sick.
 
Asshole! Idiot! Dude! Ignorant!
 
Rodrigo - Gaius! he huffed pressing the elevator button as we entered.
 
Klaus - Who is he?
 
Rodrigo - Caio Castro is a very famous actor here, he works as a model too, in addition to being the building manager.
 
Klaus - It's not my neighbor, is it? it was just what was needed.
 
Rodrigo - No, he lives one floor below yours. opened a device and entered a password
- This password you are seeing is the one for your coverage, if you want to change it later. Only me and now you know this password. she explained.
 
Klaus - Okay!
 
Twelve seconds later, the doors opened revealing an all-white hallway with a single modern wooden door at the end. The walls were white, and there were paintings and two white tables stuck to them.
 
Klaus - Whoever decorated didn't even like White. mocked.
 
Rodrigo laughed.
 
Rodrigo - If you think it's bad, you need to see my house, I... coughed
- My girlfriend loves white and decorated the whole house like that. she said opening the door-Welcome to your newest there.
 
I entered the apartment and dropped my bags on the floor.