In Sofia’s room, her cell phone rings. She smiles with pleasure when she sees who is calling.“Hello, Alan.”On the other side, Alan is in the limousine being driven by Hector to college. Josias is on his side.“Hello, Sofia. I have good news. Dinner is confirmed.”“Oh, that’s wonderful, Alan. Thanks so much for letting me know. I’m going to pick out a pretty dress to impress.” Sofia beams.“It doesn’t have to be something very fancy.” Alan warns her, “It’s going to be casual, family, no Maggiezine photographers.”“Even better. I don’t think I should raise fake expectations among readers.” Sofia jokes, sitting up in bed.“See you then in the evening, seven o’clock?” Alan asks anxiously.“Yes, we agreed. See you tonight.” Sofia says goodbye and ends the call.Olivia opens the door, smiling too much.“Mother, did you listen at the door?” Sofia breaks her smile, uncomfortably.“I was walking down the hall when I heard your voice.” Olivia walks in and closes the door, “So what? Is everyth
Josias enters the Teodoro building and finds Beto behind the counter as if nothing had happened to him yesterday. But the peaceful smile he has makes Josias more suspicious of what really happened. The radio playing Ashley Simpson’s song “Pieces of Me” did not cheer Josias up.“Josias, my big friend!” Beto holds out his arms, “What a pleasure to meet you here!”“Hello, Beto.” Josias looks around. No sign of the blue binder, “Where’s that blue binder you wanted to show me yesterday?”“What are you talking about, Josias?” Beto continues to speak wonderfully normally, “I didn’t have any binders yesterday.”“It’s not what the security cameras showed yesterday.” Josias replies with a serious look, “Beto, don’t worry. You can count on my support and the safety of Tiago’s ‘boys’. Tell me what happened yesterday.”“I needed to leave, Josias.” Beto continues to speak normally. He doesn’t clear his throat, he doesn’t stutter, and he doesn’t seem nervous or hiding anything.Such an Oscar-worthy
At Vaztrans, Sofia and Olivia talk about the dinner.“Mom, what if Mr. Rocha asks about the company, what do I say?”Olivia wrinkles her nose, “This dinner is meant to be intimate and casual. Do you think Mr. Rocha will talk business around the table?”Sofia sighs, “I don’t know, Mom. I just know that businessmen often talk about companies, finance, the stock market...”“You say your purse is Prada.” Olivia responds not so smartly, “As for Vaztrans, you simply claim that you don’t work or have no control over what happens here.”“Mom, I don’t know if that would be enough. You told me to say what they want to hear.” Sofia is distressed.Olivia, however, grows more and more impatient, “But why on Earth would they ask about the company? Was João Paulo Rocha Queiroz invited?”“I don’t know, but that might be possible,” Sofia answers while twirling her fingers in anxiety.Olivia shakes her head, “Impossible! But if that happens, keep smiling and refuse to continue the conversation. Answer
At the police station, Josias practically announces to Ivan that he will lose his job and the only means he has to support his son. Ivan is shaking and sweating profusely, “Josias... Please... Think of my son Victor...” “Yes, he’ll grow up and he’ll know that his father was a corrupt man who deviated from the path of good just because he hated me!” Josias exclaims fiercely. “If the Commissioner finds out about this...” “He will know. Unless you give me the binder in question right away and stop threatening Beto. I know you just showed up at his building to intimidate him. Is that what you learn at the Police Academy?” Ivan purses his lips. At these times, Josias still manages to be funny. It was not by chance that he was Uélton’s friend. Defeated, Ivan opens the desk drawer and hands the binder to Josias. Josias snatches the file and reads it avidly. Minutes pass, and Josias doesn’t smile or celebrate. He keeps reading, reading, reading... “Here we have confirmation, through th
“GRANDPA VERNON!” Alan exclaims furiously.João Paulo hides his face with his hands, trying to cover up his laughter. Elza is apparently embarrassed by her husband’s question.Caroline continues to coolly analyze Sofia’s taut reaction.Melissa gestures, “Let’s wait for Josias for that kind of question, folks.”Sofia takes a deep breath, “No, Mrs. Rocha. I can answer that now.” She smiles at Vernon, “Mr. Queiroz, if Alan wants to help my father’s company, he’s free to do so. I believe I won’t need to squeeze money out of anyone, according to the words of you lord. But for now, it’s too early to go into that detail. I’m for the moment a friend of Alan’s who has been invited to dinner with his family.”Alan, satisfied, takes Sofia’s hand, “But if we’re going to think about something else than friendship, I must thank Grandpa Vernon for putting the idea forward!”João Paulo stops smiling and looks desperately at his father. The shot backfired!Caroline awaits dinner with her head down. He
At Rocha Mansion, Elza, Vernon, and João Paulo are surprised by Alan's request to Sofia as if it were something unexpected. Josias, Melissa, and Caroline, on the other hand, are just waiting for what Sofia will say...“Yes, Alan, I agree to be your girlfriend!” Sofia exclaims excitedly.Alan and Sofia hug each other as best they can, as they are still sitting down.Melissa and Josias clap, “Congratulations.”Caroline looks at João Paulo and he is seething with rage.Alan and Sofia let go.The firstborn starts talking, “Guys, thank you so much for your support. You won’t regret supporting me in this decision.”“Son, we hope you are happy.” Josiah picks up the wine cup, “Everybody, let’s toast to this union!”The Queiroz family feels forced, but they raise their wine glasses so they don't create any more problems.João Paulo, however, is sketching in his mind the next article denigrating Vaztrans tomorrow...“Thanks so much for the vote of confidence, guys,” Sofia answers kindly, in kee
Daryl is in the master suite when he receives another phone call. He was buttoning his dress shirt.Diane checks the device, “Your cell phone is ringing, dear... JOSIAS? What does he want this time?”“Sergeant Moraes said he was going to call me.” Daryl frowns and answers, "Hello?"“Daryl, my buddy, how are you? Ready to pay a hefty indemnity?” Josiah speaks as if he were singing.“What ridiculous song is that?” Daryl is more perplexed.“Come to Café Montanha. No, let's not talk about your mother. And please, don't miss it. I don't want to take you to the sand on the beach again."The memory of being buried alive in the beach sand haunted Daryl. He says in a shaky voice, "OK, OK, I'm coming right now!"Daryl ends the phone call. Diane senses her husband's panic.“What is it, Daryl? How do you intend to win the war if you tremble and cower at any call from Josiah?”"Looks like I'll never win." Daryl shakes his head and tucks the hem of his shirt under his black dress pants, “Josias wan
The next day, Daryl Mountain was suffering the most humiliating punishment of his life (in his opinion). He was in front of the cameras, in the studios of Lisandro’s Show, uttering the request for forgiveness that he was ordered. Lisandro gives the buddy push, “So, folks, let’s hear what our manager Daryl Mountain has to say.” Daryl takes a deep breath and speaks with a shaky voice and shallow eyes. Some would say that Daryl was faking these reactions to impact viewers, but Daryl was really holding back from crying. “Dear citizens of Lagoon City. I, Daryl Mountain, with great regret, come here publicly to plead guilty to the shot that hit Cláudio Guzman. I’m aware that there will be a new fashion show in 2004, but people are afraid of something like that happening again. Please do not be afraid. Support the fashion show and help those in need. I was a fool and I deeply ask that you forgive me. To make it clear that I am not just talking, I announce here live that I am paying an ind