Celia nearly fell to the ground like a sack of manure after being slapped by her superior.With her hand holding her face, she exclaims in horror, "What is happening here? Manager Vasconcelos, do you think I will tolerate this kind of abuse?"Briana regains her composure. "Celia, it's best you accept my decision. I'm being more than generous by not firing you immediately. Before I slapped you, you were about to insult me with curses, am I right or am I right?"Celia swallows her words. There was no denying that.Briana smiles victoriously. "That's what I thought. Please stop by HR and inform them of your demotion. If things are not different by tomorrow, your presence in Glamour will be terminated."Not knowing how to complain or protest any further, Celia leaves the management office, defeated and incredulous.Briana smiled even wider, resting her hands on her chin.'Matt, today you achieved justice.'Meanwhile, Mark and Gene were discussing other matters."Gene, I need to investigat
Celia walks through the corridors, dazed, as if she is anesthetized or having an absence seizure.Adrian approaches her. It was getting dark, and many employees showed up to clock out and go home."Sweetheart, what happened?" Adrian, always sharp, embraces Celia in front of the other employees.The employees smile, thinking this couple always acted sweet and affectionate at all times.Celia, however, does not return the embrace, continuing to act catatonic."Celia, you're worrying me!""Let's go," Celia finally asks."Okay, let's go home. Today I want pepperoni pizza." Adrian licks his lips, acting as if he hadn't eaten pizza in ten years.As they passed through the exit turnstile, Celia couldn't help but make more comparisons.From what she saw of Mark in that simple business suit, he still maintained a fit body and a toned stomach.But Adrian, always the chubby one with a terrible appearance, made a point of announcing that he wanted pepperoni pizza for dinner... even though he had
Briana and Mark returned to the Ferro House.The loneliness of the house made their footsteps echo throughout the vast residence.Mark commented, "Dear, we need to have some employees to maintain order in this house. You won't be able to wash, iron, cook, and clean everything by yourself, will you?"Briana turns to him, smiling mischievously. "I was hoping to count on my husband's help."Mark immediately hugs Briana, laughing at the joke. "That hurts my male pride, dear! I need to teach you a lesson!""Ha, ha, ha!" Briana laughs more and more. "I've been a bad girl, huh?""Of course!" Mark responds with a mix of playfulness and lust.Him, the Grand Lord Ferro, dealing with washing dishes and laundry? Come on!That was the life he had with Celia, but the sabbatical year was over!Not revealing his identity is one thing; but continuing to live in misery is something else entirely!Mark took his beloved wife by the arms and led her to the master suite.Hours later, screams, roars, cries,
The next day, Mark woke up and stretched with a broad smile, pleased to have enjoyed another night with his beloved wife.Briana, however, was so tired and satisfied that not even a band playing the National Anthem next to her would wake her up.Thinking of this, Mark picked up his cellphone from his bedside table and sent a message to Susana postponing their meeting.There was no way Briana would meet with Susana at 9:00 AM.Satisfied, Mark went out to the balcony to admire the view that stretched before him.Who would have thought things would turn out this way?During his youth, Mark knew nothing but the chaotic backdrop of war. This was a reality he had grown accustomed to.His victories and promotions that led him to the highest echelons of the Aurelia Military Forces gave him satisfaction and purpose in life.However, it was time for him to seek new horizons.Living his year off as an ordinary citizen, giving up all the luxury and fame he had earned through battles, provided him
Mary Ellen leaned in to hear Mark's Great Secret about how he managed to rise from janitor to management.But Mark only whispered, "None of your business!"Mary Ellen straightened up with eyes blazing with hatred. "MARK FERRO! You half-wit!"Gene turned the corner and found the scene, deciding to intervene immediately, "Enough, Mary Ellen! Are you tired of working in the company? I haven't gone a week without firing someone who messes with Mark! What an unreasonable hatred is this, folks?"Mary Ellen turned to Gene, "HR Manager, we need an explanation for why Celia was punished! She was unjustly demoted back to her former position, and—""SHUT UP!" Gene ordered imperiously. "I see Celia didn't tell the whole story. But if you're so supportive of her, how about both of you take the same position?"Mary Ellen felt her eyes popping out of their sockets.WHAT? She, Mary Ellen, serving coffee like a maid?No way! I didn't slog through four years of Fashion school to cater and cook!Suddenl
"Grandma Althea, I'm very busy. As you know, I won that selection the LCN Group launched weeks ago. Today I'm meeting with the Vice President." Briana stood up from the table."Yes, my granddaughter, and I intended to congratulate you." Althea smiled in satisfaction.Briana felt that the enthusiasm was not genuine and boldly retorted, "You couldn't call me earlier because the isolated island where I moaned and cried in pleasure didn't have adequate cellphone signal.""BRIANA!" Althea felt like she was going to have a heart attack.Why was Briana being so rude?If Briana had married one of the young masters she had in mind, her granddaughter would still be sweet and obedient.It's clear that Mark Ferro has no control over the wife he doesn't deserve!Briana pretended not to understand the reason for her tyrant grandmother's exasperation. "What's the matter, Grandma? Didn't you have a pleasurable honeymoon with my late grandfather? After all, my dad and uncle Gilson weren't born through
Katrina thought for a moment and made her decision."Grandma, if you're worried about the situation with the Vasconcelos family—""There is no 'if', I will always be worried!" Althea corrected her sternly.Katrina caught her breath. "OK, then James and I will go to the LCN Group today to try again."Althea suddenly smiled, hopeful. "Oh, my granddaughter, would you do that for your old grandmother? I still believe that you and James wouldn't be turned down if given the chance to present your project!"Katrina felt the same way.It was never about Katrina and James getting their project rejected.They never got the chance to present it!Before it was their turn, Frank Ross was fired in that melodramatic fashion.Katrina had never come to terms with that.To add insult to injury, Briana was the big winner when Katrina had no idea she was working at Glamour.Thinking about this, Katrina wondered, "Glamour isn't thinking about stepping out of its comfort zone in fashion and investing in te
James and Katrina parked next to a ten-year-old Chevrolet, obviously in need of repairs or headed for the junkyard. "Jeez, whose car is that? Or do I really need to ask?” James teased as they got out. "Definitely Mark's car," Katrina smirked. "Looks like my cousin has some sense not to throw money away on him." James laughed heartily. There's still hope for him to make a move... If Briana isn't completely enchanted by Mark's toned body, he might finally win her over! The almost obsessive thought of having Briana in his arms was so strong that he had to disguise an erection in his pants as he passed through the entrance turnstile. Katrina identified herself to the receptionists, "If you read the newspapers, I'm Katrina Vasconcelos Ross and that's my husband." "Do you have an appointment?" "What kind of question is that? Do I need to show my ID? What a plebeian thing!" The receptionist huffed and let the turnstile spin. If these two cause problems, it won't be her fault. It's