O Sr. Carter Santiago estava contemplando sua vida e percebeu que ainda não tinha feito um testamento. Mas quem herdaria seu patrimônio, que incluía vários restaurantes de luxo em Chicago? Então ele decidiu conduzir um teste e descobriu algo inesperado.
Apesar do que a maioria da cidade de Chicago pode querer que você acredite, o Sr. Santiago não veio de uma família rica. Sua mãe o criou sozinha enquanto trabalhava por um salário mínimo, e ele fazia bicos estranhos em sua cidade natal, Aurora, Illinois, para ajudar.
O Sr. Santiago começou lavando pratos em um restaurante e, eventualmente, se tornou um assistente de cozinha. Mas ele queria fazer mais. Então, ele começou a ter aulas noturnas de negócios na faculdade comunitária local e, mais tarde, se tornou seu próprio chefe.
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Seu primeiro restaurante era pequeno e tinha um menu simples. Mas era brilhante e popular entre as pessoas. Então ele pediu seu primeiro empréstimo bancário para abrir um lugar em Chicago, e seu sucesso decolou a partir daí. Seus restaurantes ganharam prêmios.
Os melhores chefs do país queriam trabalhar para ele, e a coisa cresceu a partir daí. Ele era o restaurateur mais respeitado da área.
Mas com o passar do tempo, o Sr. Santiago não conseguiu mais administrar seus restaurantes porque mal conseguia sair de casa devido à doença. Seus médicos explicaram que talvez fosse hora de colocar seus negócios em ordem, e foi assim que ele se deparou com um dilema.
O Sr. Santiago não tinha mais família. Ele nunca encontrou o amor de sua vida, apesar de receber toneladas de investidas femininas, e também não tinha filhos. Para quem devo deixar meus bens? Ele sempre se perguntava.
Um de seus advogados sugeriu deixá-lo para um pupilo ou uma instituição de caridade. Mas ele queria pensar bem antes de formalizar seu testamento. Ele se sentou em sua ampla varanda da frente com um bloco de notas.
“Quem quer que eu deixe isso precisa ter lutado como eu para realmente apreciar isso. Como posso descobrir? Devo olhar os currículos dos gerentes e chefs? Isso parece tão impessoal”, refletiu o Sr. Santiago em voz alta.
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Mas a inspiração veio, e ele criou um plano. Ele se vestiu com suas roupas mais velhas e comprou uma bengala surrada de segunda mão. Ele deixou a barba crescer antes de sair para visitar seus restaurantes.
“Senhor, me desculpe. Você não pode entrar aqui”, disse o gerente do The Mockingbird. E quando o Sr. Santiago tentou insistir, ela chamou os seguranças. Ok, você não vai ganhar nada, ele pensou e foi em direção ao seu outro restaurante chamado Lueuer des Étoiles.
“Vai embora, velho! Moradores de rua não são permitidos neste lugar com estrelas Michelin. Você pode procurar sobras no lixo depois que fecharmos,” a anfitriã zombou dele.
Caramba, eu não tenho os melhores funcionários do mundo, ele observou para si mesmo enquanto se afastava. Mas, por outro lado, o Sr. Santiago não estava encarregado de contratações há décadas. Ele tinha uma empresa de gestão que cuidava de todas essas coisas.
Em seguida, ele apareceu no Cinnamon , um bar-restaurante popular entre as celebridades de Chicago. Mas, mais uma vez, ele não teve permissão para entrar. “Cara, saia daqui. Este lugar tem um código de vestimenta e é muito caro. Você pode tentar a cozinha comunitária mais próxima”, outra recepcionista disparou.
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Ele estava perdendo as esperanças. Acho que nenhum dos meus funcionários acha que todo mundo merece um tratamento amigável, pensou tristemente . Mas o Sr. Santiago queria experimentar mais um lugar, o Bambino . Este restaurante parecia chique, mas era parecido com seu primeiro lugar em Aurora. Servia comida italiana deliciosa e autêntica, que era sua favorita.
Dessa vez, ele decidiu ir para os fundos e testar as coisas de lá. Ele bateu na entrada dos fundos, e o chefe de cozinha saiu. “Sim?”, ele questionou.
“Posso comer aqui? Tenho dinheiro para pagar”, declarou o Sr. Santiago.
“Me dê um segundo”, o chef respondeu e fechou a porta. O Sr. Santiago tinha certeza de que o chef estava prestes a trazer o gerente e possivelmente um segurança para expulsá-lo. Felizmente, isso não aconteceu. O chef abriu a porta e o conduziu para dentro.
“Obrigado. Qual é o seu nome?”, perguntou o Sr. Santiago.
“Meu nome é Benjamin Flynn. Sou o chefe de cozinha aqui”, respondeu Benjamin. Ele levou o Sr. Santiago para uma mesa perto da cozinha. Esta era uma parte privada do restaurante e impossível de se conseguir. O homem mais velho agradeceu enquanto se sentava.
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Eles o trataram como realeza, e quando o Sr. Santiago pediu a conta, o chef disse que já tinha pago. “Por que você faria algo assim? Eu disse que tenho o dinheiro”, disse o Sr. Santiago, fingindo estar bravo quando, na verdade, estava satisfeito.
“Senhor, eu sei que você provavelmente economizou esse dinheiro por um bom tempo para comer aqui. A comida é fantástica, mas alguns dos preços são um pouco altos demais na minha opinião. Você deveria economizar esse dinheiro”, revelou o Chef Flynn.
“Você sabe que muitos outros restaurantes não me deixaram entrar. Por que vocês deixaram?”, perguntou o Sr. Santiago.
“Ah, isso é terrível. Quero dizer, se você tem dinheiro, você deveria poder ir a qualquer lugar. Eu te deixei entrar porque sei como é estar na sua posição. Eu fiquei sem-teto por um longo tempo até que um homem gentil me ofereceu um emprego anos atrás. Ele me treinou para me tornar um chef”, explicou o Chef Flynn.
“E agora você está aqui. Ouvi dizer que este é um dos melhores lugares da cidade”, acrescentou o Sr. Santiago, querendo saber mais.
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“Sim, é. Também é o trabalho perfeito. Admiro o restaurateur que o criou. Pretendo abrir meu próprio lugar um dia, um que receba qualquer um, rico ou pobre. Mas isso é ótimo por enquanto”, afirmou o Chef Flynn.
O Sr. Santiago ficou surpreso que o Chef Flynn não o reconheceu, mas deve ser por causa de seu disfarce de sem-teto. “Obrigado, rapaz. Você me deu muito em que pensar”, ele disse ao chef. Então, o Sr. Santiago se levantou, deixou várias notas de dólar na mesa e foi embora.
Enquanto isso, o Chef Flynn acenou para o homem mais velho e continuou trabalhando. “Chef, o homem deixou US$ 1.000 na mesa”, disse uma de suas garçonetes, Wendy.
“O quê? Isso é impossível,” Chef Flynn franziu a testa. Depois que Wendy lhe entregou o dinheiro, ele saiu e tentou encontrar o morador de rua, mas sem sucesso. Ele decidiu dividir o dinheiro entre sua equipe.
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Poucos meses depois, ele soube do falecimento do Sr. Carter Santiago e ficou surpreso ao ver sua foto na TV. Uma semana depois, ele ficou ainda mais chocado quando o advogado do Sr. Santiago entrou em contato com ele.
O homem mais velho deixou tudo para ele, incluindo uma curta carta escrita à mão, que explicava seu disfarce de morador de rua e por que ele escolheu o Chef Flynn como seu herdeiro.
A carta terminava com: “Espero que você esteja à altura do desafio de ser o restaurateur mais importante da cidade. Sua comida é boa, mas agora vem a parte difícil. Boa sorte!”
O que podemos aprender com essa história?
- Todos merecem respeito. Enquanto a maioria dos restaurantes mantém o direito de negar serviço, não há necessidade de tratar as pessoas como se fossem menos que isso.
- Boas coisas vêm para aqueles que as merecem. O Sr. Santiago trabalhou duro para ficar rico, e viu que o Chef Flynn tinha o mesmo espírito, diferente de alguns de seus outros funcionários.
Compartilhe esta história com seus amigos. Pode alegrar o dia deles e inspirá-los.
I Was Always Invisible Until the Most Handsome Man at Work Noticed Me but the Truth Shattered My Heart — Story of the Day
He never even knew my name until one day, he did. Suddenly, the most charismatic man in the office was everywhere, flashing his perfect smile and asking me out. But why now? Something didn’t add up. And when I finally discovered the reason, it shattered me.
When no one notices you, at first, it hurts. You try to change the situation. Then, you accept it. And eventually, you even find an advantage in it.
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That day, I sat at my desk, watching as my male colleagues swarmed around our new coworker, Claire.
She was obviously attractive, so their reaction wasn’t surprising. But when Mark approached her, the others quickly backed off.
I let out a quiet chuckle as I watched. Mark was the most handsome and charismatic man in the office—I was convinced even other men wouldn’t mind if he took them to bed.
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He flirted with Claire, and she giggled at his jokes, twirling a strand of her blonde hair around her finger.
At that moment, Anthony, my boss, approached me. “Sara, do you remember our new project?” he asked, glancing at the laptop screen in front of me.
“Yes, of course. I’m leading it,” I replied, adjusting my glasses.
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“I’m counting on you,” Anthony said with a nod, his tone full of expectation.
I worked at an IT company, and we were launching a new dating app. Anthony had chosen me to lead the project because, no matter how unnoticeable I was, my work results were the best.
He had also offered me an opportunity to work abroad at one of our other branches, but I declined, even though the salary would have been much higher.
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During lunch, I noticed an irritated Mark walking up to Anthony. Curious about what had upset our golden boy this time, I decided to eavesdrop.
“Who did you assign the dating app to?” Mark asked, his voice laced with disbelief.
“Sara. Is there a problem?” Anthony replied, sounding amused.
“Sara? We don’t have anyone by that name,” Mark scoffed, and I felt my jaw tighten.
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“She’s sitting right over there,” Anthony said, pointing at me. I continued pretending not to hear them, keeping my eyes fixed on my screen.
“I thought I’d be handling the dating app. This isn’t fair,” Mark protested, folding his arms across his chest.
“To my office. Now,” Anthony ordered.
I finished my lunch just in time to see Mark walking out of Anthony’s office, looking pleased with himself.
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I had no idea what they had discussed, but no one had told me I was off the project, so I remained calm, though a tiny seed of doubt had been planted in my mind.
The next day, Mark approached me with his signature smile, hovering over my desk like a shadow. I gave him a questioning look.
“Sonia…” he began, leaning in slightly.
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“Sara,” I corrected him, not bothering to hide my irritation.
“Right. Sara.” He chuckled, as if amused by his own mistake. “Want to grab lunch together?” he asked, his voice dripping with casual charm.
“I already ate,” I replied flatly, typing away at my keyboard.
“Then how about a drink after work?” he suggested, tilting his head.
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I turned to face him. “You didn’t even know my name a minute ago. I bet you didn’t even know I worked here,” I said, recalling his conversation with Anthony. “What’s this really about?”
“I just thought it’d be nice to hang out with a lovely colleague,” Mark said smoothly, flashing that infamous smirk that made other women melt.
I scoffed.
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“Oh, come on. It’ll be fun,” he insisted, his persistence almost amusing.
“I have a lot of work,” I said, turning back to my computer.
Mark lingered for a moment before sighing and walking away, but I could feel his eyes on me for a few seconds longer than necessary.
As usual, I stayed late at the office. But when I finally looked up from my screen, I was surprised to see Mark still there. Normally, by the time I finished, the office was empty.
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I stood up, gathered my things, and headed to the elevator. Mark did the same. He followed me, and the whole thing felt strange.
We stepped into the elevator, and it started moving. Then, suddenly, it stopped.
“What’s going on? Are we stuck?” I asked, pressing a few buttons.
“Looks like it,” Mark replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets.
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I pressed the emergency button and explained the situation. The response came: we’d have to wait about two hours.
Mark sighed and sat on the floor, stretching his legs out in front of him. After a moment, I did the same.
“So, tell me about yourself,” he said, tilting his head toward me.
“What?” I chuckled, raising an eyebrow.
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“What’s funny?” he asked, looking genuinely confused.
“Come on, I’ve worked here for years, and most people don’t even know I exist. Why the sudden interest?” I asked, crossing my arms.
“I’m just curious,” he said, shrugging.
“Then why don’t you tell me about yourself?” I countered, narrowing my eyes.
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“Oh, please. You probably know everything about me already,” Mark smirked. “Everyone does.”
That made me laugh again. “That confidence.”
“What? Is that a bad thing?” he asked, grinning.
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“No, not if it’s real. But being invisible has given me an advantage—I notice things. And you, Mark, are nothing but an act. A performer trying to mask his insecurities with fake confidence. So what’s behind all of it? Daddy issues? Mommy didn’t pay attention to you?” I asked, leaning back against the wall.
“Oh, screw you,” he muttered, rolling his eyes.
We sat in silence for a while until Mark finally spoke again.
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“My dad left us when I was three. My mom raised me alone. Then, when I was a teenager, he suddenly came back and tried to mold me into his perfect son. I guess I’m still trying to prove something to him,” he admitted, his voice quieter than usual.
“I get it,” I said, my voice softer now.
Mark looked at me curiously.
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“My mom left us. My dad raised me alone. But she never came back. The last time I saw her, I was thirteen. She told me she was ashamed I was her daughter because, at my age, she had been way more popular,” I said, my throat tightening slightly at the memory.
“She’s an idiot,” Mark said, shaking his head. “I asked Anthony about you. You have the best results in the company. I thought I did. And you’re beautiful, even if your lack of confidence hides it.”
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“Guess everyone copes with trauma differently,” I said, managing a small smile.
“Guess so,” Mark replied.
Just then, the elevator started moving again. When we stepped out, Mark grabbed my wrist.
“How about that drink now?” he asked, his voice gentler than before.
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“If you’re going to be the guy from the elevator, then fine. But if you’re putting the mask back on, I’ll pass,” I said, tilting my head slightly.
“I’ll try to be myself,” Mark promised.
And so, we went to a bar. Then the next day. And the next. Before I knew it, we were spending time together every day—even on weekends.
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I saw a different side of Mark. The real him. The one who was afraid of spiders and teared up when a dog died in a movie.
One evening, I couldn’t resist anymore—I kissed him. And the moment I did, I knew it was right. With him, I felt like myself.
One day at the office, I stood outside Anthony’s office and heard voices inside. I hadn’t planned to listen, but I couldn’t help it.
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“I told you—I know how to win someone over,” Mark said.
“I didn’t think Sara would fall for it. But you win—the dating app project is yours,” Anthony replied.
“Thanks, but—” Mark started, but I wasn’t listening anymore.
I turned and rushed to the bathroom, locked the door, and leaned against it. My breath came in quick, uneven bursts. My hands shook. Tears slid down my face before I could stop them.
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He had lied. He had tricked me to take my job. Every moment we had spent together had been a performance. And I was the fool who believed it. Worse—I had started falling for him.
I forced myself to breathe. I couldn’t fall apart now. Not over him.
I wiped my face, fixed my makeup, and straightened my blazer. Then, I walked straight to Anthony’s office.
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“Oh, Sara, I was just about to talk to you,” he said, looking up from his desk.
“I’d like to accept your offer to work abroad. If it’s still available,” I said, keeping my voice steady.
“It is. What changed your mind?” Anthony asked, raising an eyebrow.
“You were right—there are more opportunities for me there,” I said.
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He studied me for a moment. “When can you leave?”
“Tomorrow,” I replied.
“Tomorrow? Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Alright, I’ll make the arrangements. You can take the rest of the day off to pack.”
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I thanked him and walked out. My hands clenched around my bag. I saw Mark heading toward me.
I didn’t slow down. I grabbed my things and stepped into the elevator before he could reach me.
By morning, I was in a taxi headed to the airport. Music played in my headphones, drowning everything else out.
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I watched the city blur past. Then, in my window, I saw Mark’s car pull up alongside mine.
He motioned for me to roll down the window. I ignored him. He honked. Annoyed, I lowered it.
“What? Are you here to tell me more lies?” I shouted.
“What are you talking about?” he asked.
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“I know about your deal with Anthony. If I fell for you, you’d get the dating app project,” I said.
“No—I mean, yes, that was the deal. But not anymore. Everything changed when I started spending time with you,” Mark said.
“More lies! I can’t believe I fell for you, that I even started to have feelings for you!” I yelled.
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“Really?” Mark asked.
I just rolled up the window and turned away.
A second later, he swerved his car in front of mine, blocking the road. My taxi and other cars behind us came to a halt, their horns blaring in frustration.
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It was chaos. Mark hurried over, pulled open my door, and looked at me desperately.
“Listen to me,” he said. “I turned down the dating app project.”
“Don’t lie,” I said, stepping out of the taxi.
“I’m not lying. It’s the truth,” he insisted. “Please, don’t go.”
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“And why is that?” I asked.
“Because you’re the only person I can be real with. The only one I don’t have to pretend around,” Mark said. “That’s why I won’t let you get on that damn plane.”
“No one asked for your opinion,” I said.
“I’m falling for you too, Sara. Please,” he begged.
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My mind screamed at me to get back in the taxi, go to the airport, and forget Mark.
But my heart had already decided. My feet moved before I could stop them, bringing me closer to him. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me.
“I see you, Sara. And I will never let you feel invisible again,” Mark whispered before kissing me again.
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