At Damascene Lawyers, Leonardo is talking to Theodore and Brigitte at the entrance of Miguel Damascene’s grand office. “Is your dad in there, Little Theo?” Leonardo asks. “Hey, that nickname is only for close friends, including my husband,” Brigitte jokes, making everyone laugh. “Yes, he’s in. I was going to talk to him, but if your case is more urgent...” Theodore steps away from the door. “No way!” Leonardo backs away further in reverence. “I can’t interrupt a healthy conversation between father and son. What are you going to talk about – your first high school sweetheart?” “I graduated high school a while ago.” Theodore winks and enters his dad’s office. Brigitte laughs more and more. “He, he, he... Leo, you really put your foot in it.” “It happens to the best lawyers,” Leonardo shrugs, pretending he wasn’t embarrassed. “Anyway, Alan told my husband and me that you’re not going to sue João Paulo anymore,” Brigitte comments excitedly. “Hey, don’t let Mr. Damascene cut my co
In Neilton’s apartment, he and Benjamin try to calm an angry David after the conversation he had with his mother. Everyone is still in their pajamas, and Benjamin is shirtless. “David, calm down, buddy!” Benjamin tells David to sit on the couch. “Your mother must not have thought straight!” “You’re right, she didn’t think!” David complains sulkily. “She has a nephew who can take care of everything in Rio, where the stores are headquartered. My goal is to work side by side with my father!” Neilton raises an eyebrow. “I hope you’re not thinking about the absurdity of usurping Alan’s place. You already have the hotel chain, while J.J. has Vasconcelos Fabrics. Carol, it seems, will take care of the buildings and hotels in Rio.” “Carol is studying journalism, though she doesn’t need to work if Reuben uses his brain and does well in Rio.” David responds begrudgingly, “But according to my mother, I don’t even deserve the hotels! She hasn’t thought about all those years I’ve given my bloo
General Hospital, Matthew Hogan’s office. Matthew has just spilled the truth that will set him free and imprison the Vasquez family in a spiral of intrigue and problems. “What... what does that mean?” William asks after a few seconds in shock. “That’s exactly what you heard, William.” Matthew nods seriously. “Mr. Vasquez came here with some pain in his ribs because you kicked him or something like that. He wanted me to create a false test result stating that he was in critical condition and that a broken rib nearly pierced his lungs or other vital organs.” William remembers the story and starts to turn red with indignation. “Oh, that old filthy swindler!” “Calm down, William. I’m telling you this so you can understand once and for all.” Matthew gestures. “I understand, doctor.” William glares at Matthew. “I just don’t understand how the Vasquez family managed to catch you so easily to ask for something like this.” “How did they ‘catch’ me?” Matthew raises his eyebrows. “Surel
At Pizzeria Campos, Caio meets his father. William is sweeping unusually hard, wearing a scowl. “Dad, you called me, and I got worried.” Caio closes the gate. “It’s for us to worry indeed, son!” William replies, stopping his sweeping. “Sit down, you’re going to need to.” Caio sits at the indicated table. William does the same. “Prepare yourself: my leg, for now, cannot be fixed.” Caio smiles sympathetically. “Is that why? Did the doctor promise anything?” “No, I was the one deceived by the diagnosis and ‘cure’ of another ‘patient’,” William responds bitterly. Caio notices the emphasis on the keywords. “Any reason for me not to believe the patient and his cure?” “We’re talking about Erasmo Vasquez,” William huffs. “Uh-oh... I’m not liking this...” Caio raises his eyebrows. William leans forward. “Yes, son. Dr. Hogan was unwillingly ensnared in a web of lies. Erasmo Vasquez was not on the brink of death from the kick I gave him. At most, he had some dislocation and muscle pain
William and Caio carefully discuss what to do to help Matthew. “Dad, what are you thinking of doing with this latest bombshell?” William smirks wickedly. “I’ve always caused discord among the people here. Do I still have the practice and skill?” “Maybe you do. But I worry about possible blowbacks, especially if Uncle Josias doesn’t approve. Is it true that the lawsuit between Uncle João Paulo and Luís Vasquez won’t go ahead?” William shakes his head. “No. It was Luís Vasquez’s lawyer who approached Josias, explaining that such a lawsuit would be burdensome and costly to the public coffers, something like that.” “I thought Damascene Lawyers was a private agency. Uncle Josias pays a fortune to be their client,” Caio chuckles, “And my dear wife works hard handling marriages, divorces, and wills.” William smiles faintly. “It would be interesting if Josias’s will fell into her hands.” Caio shakes his head. “No, Dad. Brigitte has been talking to Alan about many things, and Alan remai
Josias and Beto are taking a stroll in the banquet hall of Rocha Events Hall.“Here it is, my friend.” Josias gestures around. “What do you think of what you see?”“I think everything is very beautiful, Josias.” Beto is emotional. “The hall is quite spacious, just what we’ll need.”Josias looks at his friend. “Beto, how have you been? I heard the news that your children are undergoing heart exams.”Beto bites his lower lip. “You shouldn’t stress about that, my friend.”“What do you mean?” Josias furrows his brow. “I need to know; I want to help.”“How can you help me?” Beto raises his eyebrows.“By sending the best cardiologist in Brazil,” Josias replies seriously. “Just as I’m offering you the best event hall for your son to get married.”Beto smiles again. “This will serve us well.”Teresa and Rosemary approach, coming from the kitchen.“Dear, you can sign the contract. This place is perfect!” Teresa is smiling, but she notices the gentlemen weren’t talking about the wedding. “What’
As they leave for the parking lot of Rocha Events Hall, Teresa pokes Rosemary’s back.She understands the message and approaches Josias. “Uncle Josias.”“Yes?” Josias turns to her with a patient smile.“I’m sorry if I overreacted. I didn’t mean to be rude.”“I don’t consider you rude at all, Rose.” Josias hugs her.“I can’t even think about the idea of Pete dying so young,” Rosemary laments. “It’s already hard to think about my father. He’s approaching sixty and needs to retire from the building’s management as soon as possible.”“Hasn’t he delegated tasks to Pete and Daniela?” Josias raises his eyebrows.Rosemary smiles by the left corner of her mouth. “Yes, but one day I showed up at the building and found him glued to Daniela, talking about the accounting as if he needed to teach her. Daniela is a professional accountant. She was very polite in not shooing my father out of the office.”Josias bursts out laughing.Not too far away, Teresa comments to Beto.“Come on, dear. I’m curiou
In the Teodoro building, Daniela is assisting with collecting rental payments from tenants. “Miss Lombardi, how are the wedding preparations going?” the curious tenant asked. Daniela smiled. “Everything is going wonderfully. My boyfriend’s family is checking out that new event hall, Rocha Events Hall.” The tenant raised his eyebrows, astonished by the luxury. Beto, Teresa, and Rosemary entered next. “Daniela, hasn’t your boyfriend returned from the hospital yet?” Beto asked. “He called to say he was grabbing a bite at Café Montanha,” Daniela informed him. “Maycon was hungry.” “Well, they had to fast due to the exams,” Teresa laughed. “Is everything alright here? I can take over at the front desk.” “I really wanted to get back to the office computer,” Daniela and Teresa exchanged places. Daniela went to the office, and Rosemary followed behind. “So, Rose? Was the venue approved?” Daniela asked dreamily. “Yes, Daniela. You, as the bride, will love it,” Rosemary took a deep br