He found his employee going into labor on his kitchen floor, and this millionaire’s gesture changed their lives forever.-thuyhien

The watch marked six days in Antônio’s mansão was impregnated with the aroma of perfectly brewed coffee. To the outside world, Antônio was the personification of absolute success.
A civil construction magnate that transformed a small country company into an empire that crossed the borders of three different states.
His life was an endless succession of tense meetings, million-dollar contracts, first-class votes and lonely nights at a silent desk.
He knew the numbers of the financial market and the very best investment plans that he knew of his own heart, which had been dated like a chest years ago, after the tragic loss of his wife Marina and the child he was waiting for.
From then on, his huge six-bedroom house, with its immaculate swimming pool and imported cars parked in the garage, was much more of an impenetrable fortress than a long mattress.
Inside this fortress, moving like an efficient, careful and silent shadow, was Beatriz. Two years ago, it was an invisible gear that kept Antônio’s life running perfectly.
He had bought well before the sun rose, he had the most expensive clothes with reverent care, he had cooked refreshments that had cooled the environment with homemade temperatures and he had left books with precise instructions on the door of the geladeira.
For Antônio, she was just an exemplary employee who never complained, never missed, never broke anything and never asked for favors. He did not know, and had never stopped to ask, that at the age of 26 Beatriz carried the weight of the world on her fragile shoulders.
Coming from a very humble family in the interior of Bahia, she will learn that life does not forgive fraquencies.
Now, pregnant and completely pregnant, she was in an open room that lasted forty minutes, which she had painted light yellow and decorated with scrap curtains.
She saved every penny from her modest salary to buy discounted skirts and second-hand clothes that she washed with immense love.
The pai da criança had disappeared after smoking at the first sign of pregnancy, leaving me with absolute certainty that I would have to be pai and mãe in an implacable world.

Naquela manhã fídica, the unbreakable and cold routine of the mansão was styled in an irreversível way. When Antônio descended from the stairs, pressed, with only his cell phone in his ear and mind during the day’s negotiations, he did not find a post office as usual.
Once again, he found Beatriz covered in cold marble in the kitchen, her arms hugging her belly in despair, her face bathed in cold cold, and silent tears falling.
As they contracted, they dominated with a ferocity that prevented them from breathing directly. The amniotic fluid is no longer mixed with your tears.
“I need to call an ambulance,” Antônio spoke in a trembling voice, holding on to his side, his cell phone cracked in my hand.
Antônio’s touch on his shoulder was not from a distant patron, but from a human being dismissing his armor of wealth, I am selling another human being in terrible trouble.
Beatriz, uncontrollably tremendous, whispered that she needed to go home, that her wife who was a sick assistant could help.
He does not have money for a private hospital and fears he will abandon the delay in the lines of the public system, as something worse happens. Antônio felt or felt like opening in a way that he hasn’t felt in years.
While she entered into contracts of thousands of dollars and traveled to expand untold fortunes, a woman who took care of her life, her clothes and her food did not have the basic right to a safe and dignified birth.