After the literary exhibition, Elaine invited everyone to celebrate in a “tavern” Downtown. The bar was an elegant social club that served drinks and snacks, nothing compared to the substandard bars Matthew knew from Lion’s Den.As they entered, this was a strange feeling Matthew had. The club was well crafted with wooden furniture and shelves of bottles of the most varied drinks. Bartenders and mixologists worked while waiters in black vests and bow ties served customers. The Gibraltar Club was not a place for rowdiness, loud music, and drunken fights.At the large, round table where Elaine, Matthew, Augusto, and Brennon were, Negroni, Gin and tonic, Scotch highball and Aperol Spritz were served.“Cheers, guys! To the best interns I had the privilege of working with!” Elaine exclaims.“Cheers!” Everyone toasts, making glasses clink.Matthew felt wonderful and fulfilled. Here he was, enjoying yet another achievement, and unlocking another level of his life. The prices of the drinks ch

Chapter 54 Regret That Does Not ConvinceThe next day, Nathan was in the foyer of the Sterling Mansion, as advised by his father.Jarbas was surprised by the visit so early, “Hello, Mr. Sterling. Whom do you wish to see?”“I want to see my grandfather,” Nathan says, wearing sunglasses. He hadn’t gotten the necessary amount of sleep.Sheila emerges from the living room, listening to the conversation. “Jarbas, from now on, it’s necessary for you to call Nathan ‘Mr. Gouveia’. ‘Mr. Sterling’ is a title deserved only by my father-in-law and my son.”“WHAT?” Nathan, who was supposed to make peace, forgot about the peace pact, “What do you mean by that, Aunt Sheila? You don’t have that right!”Sheila is stunned. “I don’t have?”“Have you already recognized YOUR last name or are you trying to be a copy of Grandma Alice?”“I’m not trying to be a shrew-like her! I’m just reminding you that things have changed around here! Your surname is Gouveia and should be called as such!” Sheila retorts fir

In Vicente’s apartment, he enters victoriously after talking to Abner. Nathan is sitting in front of the piano, trying to play something, but he doesn’t have the slightest idea of ‘do-re-mi’ to play ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star’.Andreia is next to him, in agony. “Wrong key again, son. This is it!” Andreia presses the key angrily.“OK.” Nathan snorts and presses the key, but the sound is quieter.“Nate, you have to control your fingers because this is a piano, not a keyboard.” Andreia neighs.Nathan, in turn, plays the keys too hard.“Ugh, but don’t ruin the piano either!”Vicente chuckles, “Honey, leave our son. This way, he will never learn.”Nathan quickly moves away from the piano. Vicente sits in his place and starts playing Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony as if it were the most common thing in the world.“See, Nate? I bet Matthew can play the violin.” Andreia mocks her ‘son’.“Are there violin classes for favela residents?” Nathan yells. He can’t take so much contempt anymore.Sudd

Tuesday. Matthew is now well-received by other colleagues at Golden Letters.“Matt! We learned that you’re now a permanent employee! Congratulations!”“You handled last week’s literary event masterfully.”“We found out that Jonah Lopes mentioned you on his social media!”“Seriously?” Matthew asks, somewhat wary of drawing undue attention, “I haven’t had a chance to tell him who I am, but I’m glad to know he enjoyed our service. Golden Letters didn’t do badly this time.”“Cool!” Everyone applauds.Elaine enters the company. She is ostentatiously tanned and has the smile of a woman who has made love non-stop to an Italian stallion in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea, under the sun and moonlight.Nayla and the other women who fawned over Matthew turned to her immediately. “ELAINE! You came back! Ah, tell us everything, my friend!”“Calm down, people. The spicy details will be told at lunchtime. Let us not deviate from the true reason for our celebration.” Elaine stares at Matthew with

Wednesday. Matthew passes by the university’s main square and can’t resist stopping by the kiosk.Clayton welcomes him. Patricia isn’t around yet.“Hi, Matt! Came to check out your future business?”“Clayton, it seems like you don’t believe me when I tell you I want to help.” Matthew frowns.“Look, Matt, I didn’t mean to offend you.” Clayton explains good-naturedly, “I know you want to help me. Managing my kiosk is probably some kind of extracurricular job you need to do to earn your degree. I’m happy to be your guinea pig. Patricia, however, drew my attention to something.”“The money.” Matthew rolls his eyes. Why doesn’t Patricia believe him?“Yes, where are you going to get the money to invest in my beloved kiosk?” Clayton turns serious, “If you’re thinking about taking out a bank loan, I won’t allow it.”“Why not?” Matthew feels like laughing.“Because you certainly already have a lot of commitments to pay.” Clayton responds worriedly, “Tell me: how much did your new cell phone co