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
"What does this mean?" Susana asked with slight indignation. "A binder," James replied stupidly. "I know, but what does it contain? And why are you giving it to me?" Susana still hadn't touched the binder. Katrina continued, "Vice President Linz, you said the selection had ended. But there was a misunderstanding. We didn't even get a chance to have our project evaluated." Susana began to ponder. Yes, Frank Ross had been fired and kicked out of the company just as they were waiting. She knew this because she had been properly informed by the security guards and front desk staff. Smiling, she mentioned it, "Yes, I understand. However, it's my knowledge that you arrived in time to submit the project, but for some foolish reason, you lingered in the lobby, engaging in idle conversation, thinking you could intentionally delay it because the recruitment manager was related to you." James and Katrina felt shivers down their spines. That was something they bitterly regretted! Not onl
Meanwhile, Briana returned to Ferro House, noticing it was empty. "Mark is still working, it seems. I need to do something to celebrate." She smiled mischievously. She decided to go to the kitchen to prepare a nice dinner. With her eyes on some recipes she found online, Briana checked the ingredients in the pantry. Had Mark already done the monthly shopping? How did they end up having almost everything? If they took too long to move here, all this food would spoil... The doorbell rang. At the same time, a text message made her phone vibrate. Briana smiled, already knowing it was Luana. Upon answering her best friend, they exchanged three kisses on each cheek. "How's your glamorous life going, my friend?" Luana looked around the house, "Wow, I still can't get used to all this luxury." "You said you were going to ask Rocha Constructions to build one for you." Briana led her to the kitchen. Luana admired the ingredients for a lasagna. "Wow! Are you preparing something special