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“There is always the possibility for abuse, but I trust staff to use their judgment and will not make everyone suffer because a few may take advantage. Second, we’ll have some kind of wellness room. We’ll also need a name for that. It will be a place where staff members can go to meditate or get a mental reset. The room has to be quiet and away from the chaos of work so they can take a true break.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Third, find a company that specializes in ergonomic workstation consultations. I want everyone to have their workspace checked to make sure it’s comfortable and reduces physical strain. They need the right chairs, wrist support, proper monitor height—that kind of thing. There should be enough money in the office equipment budget to cover any purchases. Have operations contact me if there’s a problem.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Finally, we’re going to implement yoga sessions.”

Amir looked up. “Yoga, sir?”

Thiago stared at him. “Yes, yoga.”

“Right,” Amir murmured, going back to writing.

“Find a qualified yoga instructor who can come in several times a week for anyone interested in taking classes. There is an unused room in the gym downstairs that could probably be used for the classes, but I’ll let you and operations figure out the details. I want a rollout of the wellness program by the end of the week.”

“So soon, sir?”

“Is that a problem?” Thiago asked.

“No. Not at all. The end of the week is plenty of time.”

“Pull in anyone you need to help. Make sure they understand the request is coming from me.”

“I most certainly will, sir.”

Thiago tapped his fingertip on top of the desk. Was he missing anything? “That’s all for now,” he said. He could always implement additional ideas as they came to him.

“Got it,” Amir said with a nod. He left and quietly closed the door behind him.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

“Come on in,” Bruno said, stepping aside so Thiago could enter.

Thiago had driven to the outskirts of Atlanta to visit his older brother, a restaurateur and famous chef. He followed him into the kitchen, a bright, spacious showpiece with stainless steel appliances and all sorts of equipment.

“Where is Marissa?” Thiago asked, switching to Spanish to talk to his brother. He took a seat on one of the stools in front of the nine-foot waterfall island in the middle of the kitchen.

“In bed. She’s not feeling well,” Bruno replied, moving over to the stove.

Bruno had met Marissa when, ironically, he had contacted the matchmaking company where she worked to find him a wife. None of the women she chose for him worked out, and she and Bruno ended up falling in love.

“She’s almost due, isn’t she?” he asked.

“Overdue,” Bruno corrected. “The doctor suggested they might have to induce labor.”

Thiago didn’t know what the process entailed, but it didn’t sound good. “Mother often complained you were a late baby,” he reminded his brother.

“Like father, like son,” Bruno replied with a shrug and a laugh.

“And where’s Theodore?” Thiago asked, referring to Marissa’s son from a previous relationship.

“At his father’s for the weekend.”

“Do you and his father still get along?” Thiago asked.

“We have an okay relationship, which is the best we can hope for at the moment. He wasn’t pleased when Marissa told him about her pregnancy. As you know, before I came along, he had hoped they would get back together.”