Although anger ate my soul at that moment, my face remained expressionless. I left the office without losing my temper, aware of each step, but with a huge burden of pain in my chest. The only place he could go back to was the camp, once there, observing the happiness of those people, the anger diminished.

Sitting in our corner when I raised my eyes there was she, Samantha, walking towards me slowly with a sad face that only made my mood worse. He leaned down and gave me a light hug.

"I just found out what happened, this is the work of Nicholas, right?"

"That garbage lied to me and told me that Byanka wanted me to distribute those clothes here in the camp."

"Being honest, I'm not surprised about Nicholas."

"I really do not know why his hatred towards me."

"Nicholas grew up with people of high class, related to fashion and thinks that money buys everything and that he deserves everything. By being a homeless tramp without money you are like a phenomenon to him and that is wrong. "

"Now I do not know what I'm doing, Sam."

"I do, it's one of the reasons why I'm here."

"What are you talking about?" She looked very convinced of some plan, I was somewhat worried.

"Well, Byanka was annoyed because the clothes she had selected for a new campaign had been distributed here in the camp without permission. For her this is money and lost time. But I have the idea of ​​using vagabonds as a campaign, one that has never been seen. "

I did not expect that. I kept quiet for a couple of seconds and sighed.

"I do not know what to tell you, do you really think it works?"

"Of course you like it, it will make everyone talk about Black Diamond and, besides, it will not cost us a dime. I'm in charge of the budget and I can assure it. "

The only thing I could do was kiss her. I felt some happiness and a great satisfaction to know that he was supporting me.