"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
"MARK! We need to talk today!" Mark simply lifted his head to look at the crazy couple. He furrowed his brow because he was taking the opportunity to check all matters related to his true identity. For example, there was some activities within the Alvarez family, a troublemaking family involved in dubious dealings in the underworld of Blue Cove. But this couple of his wife's cousins interrupted his concentration! With a mouse click, Mark quickly switched back to Glamour's financial spreadsheets. James saw the mouse movement and smirked maliciously. "What's up? Did we interrupt you while you were looking at naked women's websites?" James quickly leaned in closer to the computer to spy on the monitor, only to see spreadsheets. "Oh, nice disguise!" James wouldn't give up. Katrina shook her head. "That's typical of uneducated, trashy men like you, Mark! Does Briana know you have this disgusting habit?" "Disgusting is you even assuming I do something like that without knowing me
Mark looked at James with disdain and contempt. "What are you looking at, dude?" "How dare you... HOW DARE YOU?" James didn't know how to react. He wanted to jump on Mark, but he feared he would get beaten to a pulp by the pauper. But how could he endure getting slapped by someone he considers inferior? That slap was as strong as a brass knuckle punch! It almost felt like one of his teeth got loose... Mark continued to glare dangerously at James. "Let me see if I got this straight: you two invade the office, looking for Briana to probe and try to snoop about the project she has with the LCN Group—" "That's not true!" Katrina tried to cover up. Mark remained unbothered, "And when you saw I was here, you started to insult me for no reason, and I should just stay quiet? You really don't know how to behave in society, do you? Or do you think we're all your servants?" James snorted with rage like a Spanish bull. Katrina felt she was wasting her time. "Come on, dear! Briana isn't
Inside Glamour, an employee walked down the hallway with a look of uncertainty. He was wearing a parking uniform. Upon encountering Adrian walking in the opposite direction, the employee decided to open up to him. "Mr. Curtis!" Adrian could have walked right past, but because the employee was someone of a lower position, he stopped, thinking of the past glory when his father was at the company. "Yes?" "We captured something on the surveillance cameras, and there's real evidence in the parking lot." The employee scratched his head. "Please, tell me what it was. I'll inform management immediately," Adrian said, although inside he had other plans. If he could solve this problem on his own, perhaps the other employees would see him as capable and qualified to be the manager, just like his father was... So, he walked with the young parking attendant to the booth. Inside, one of the computers was being used to display the selected recording. "Look at this, Mr. Curtis. These people
Group LCN, 2:55 PM. Briana, feeling more energetic and recovered, walked through the lobby with a confident and smiling demeanor. People passing by greeted her with reverence, knowing who she was. "Look, it's Miss Vasconcelos!" "What 'Miss'? She just got married, you obtuse!" "But nobody knows her husband, and she still makes headlines with her maiden name." "Good afternoon, Manager Vasconcelos!" Briana responded to everyone with a smile or a nod. As she approached the front desk, the receptionists didn't even dare to ask for identification or pose for a photo, nor did they hand over that embarrassing and eye-catching visitor badge. "Manager Vasconcelos, please proceed to floor 119." "Wow, that's high..." Briana felt a bit dizzy. The Glamour building didn't even have 30 floors... Luckily, she wouldn't see the ascent, protected by the elevator. As the elevator ascended without delay to the indicated floor, Briana held her folder with her projects. While she was resting in
Briana and Susana were negatively surprised by this piece of information. What does this mean? Wasn't it clear that they lost the selection? "The staff at the front desk didn't inform those two that the selection had ended?" Susana asked, frowning. "Well, it seems they are quite insistent. They want to speak with the new recruitment director." Susana's assistant felt she was in a difficult position. Susana shook her head. "No. They will speak with me. It seems there are people who don't settle for a 'no'." She turned to Briana, "Manager Vasconcelos, I'm sorry to cut this meeting short, but I believe you won't want to be in the same conference room as those two." Briana was startled. "Huh? Do you know something, Vice President Linz?" "Well, I was at the Rocha Events Hall and sensed the hostility. Everyone was humiliating you, thinking that your fiancé had stood you up, right?" Susana smiled dreamily, "And then the helicopters came... Very romantic!" "I still don't know how Mark