The loud music and the dancers doing everything but dancing properly on stage didn't distract Anthony and Adrian from their conversation. Anthony insisted, "Son, how are things at Glamour? You already told me about the absurdness of the company having Mark the Pauper from janitor to manager. What's he doing there?" "Dad..." Adrian was about to cry like a baby. Anthony had no patience and slammed his fist on the table. "ADRIAN! Swallow those tears, don't be a crybaby!" "Dad, you would definitely cry if you were in my shoes. Do you know what happened?" "I won't know if you keep crying like a little girl." Anthony glanced at the dancers who were trying to entice the customers. "The HR manager, Gene, he called me in to talk. He said I wouldn't be getting paid for a week!" Adrian recounted dramatically, with watery eyes. The waitress appeared with the drinks. Adrian grabbed his and nearly downed it in one go. "This is unacceptable!" Anthony complained, "Come on, what was their just
Vasconcelos Mansion, dusk.The situation was tense in Althea Vasconcelos's house, with her two children nearly getting into a fight in the middle of the living room. "You need to teach your daughter some manners!" Sandro roars, "That's why mom is paying more attention to Briana!" "How ridiculous!" Gilson mockingly sneers, "Your daughter is surely submitting to the lowest and most degrading depravity that those guys from the slums always impose to their wives in bed!" Claudia chimes in, smiling maliciously. "But from what we know about Briana, the fact that she defended her husband so much here at home shows that she likes being degraded!" "SHUT UP!" Sandro kicks the coffee table. The coffee table had a glass top, and with the kick, it shattered. The shattering glass shocked everyone present. Althea pressed her lips together, and her body began to tremble with rage. Gilson and Claudia kept their composure, seeing Althea react in outrage, not wanting to worsen the situation for
Briana felt embarrassed by the question. "Uh... Chris, I don't want you to have any illusions about Luana. She really isn't interested in anything beyond friendship." "That Karl is still—" Christopher interrupted himself, "Oops, I can't say those things anymore. Grandma gets disgusted and forbade us." "Huh? Chris, what are you really saying?" Briana frowned, confused about the conversation. She checked the oven. Christopher didn't know how to respond without implicating Katrina. "Nothing much, cousin." "OK, Luana admitted that she has 'known' Karl in the biblical sense." Briana commented, "And if Grandma Althea doesn't want you to talk about it, it means you guys are discussing those vulgarities. But Luana isn't the subject of discussion, right? She's not that close to the family." "Cousin..." Briana hit the nail on the head, "You were talking about me and Mark, weren't you?" "ARGH!" Christopher felt cornered, unable to escape. "You started it, huh?" Briana, leaving the phone
The next day, Briana woke up feeling rejuvenated for her next task: selecting servants for the Ferro House. She thought an employment agency would send a highly selected team, but in reality, it was Mark through Linda who had chosen the candidates after an extensive review of their profiles. At the breakfast table, Briana joked, "So, does this mean yesterday was the last day I prepared any meals in this house?" "God willing, yes." Mark romantically smiled at his beloved wife. "Well, if I ever want to and am interested again, I will want to cook something, sweetheart," Briana promised with a tender tone. "Feel free, my love." Mark leaned toward her, kissing her on the cheek. "Anyway, I've got work to do." "Honey, people have been congratulating you on working so diligently. I was right: you are a rare gem that was being wasted in the maintenance sector. How could that obtuse Anthony Curtis not realize that?" Briana asked, intrigued. Mark had a serious look. "Forget about that in
The revealing conversation between Mark and Celia continued. "Did you hear?" Celia asked in a trembling voice. "Yes, they sent me the internal circuit video." Mark responded somewhat sternly. "Celia, I know you can't expect much from your boyfriend. But Glamour expects things like assault and violence against women not to occur on its premises." Celia leaned forward, anxious. "And why does this concern you?" "What do you mean?" Mark narrowed his eyes. "Why are you worried about this?" Celia pressed. "It's not what you think." Mark leaned back in his chair. "And what am I thinking?" Celia insisted more and more. "Celia, focus on the subject!" Mark cut her off sternly, "Adrian Curtis was punished by the company. From what I understand, he took his frustration out on you. How can the company resolve this without him possibly killing you? If the management decides to punish him for assaulting an employee inside the company premises, that imbecile will completely lose his sanity!"
"Darling, keep conducting the interviews," Mark winks at her. "But if you want my opinion, hire my fan. It'll be fun to have him around.""Okay, dear, I'll take your opinion into account. Bye, bye!" Briana ends the video call.When the call ends, the aspiring chef sighed in discreet relief.He had thought he wouldn't be hired due to a mistake of his, displeasing Lord Ferro.Briana, smiling and personable, continued, "Well then, Julian Marques, as you heard, my husband liked you. And you seem to be a pleasant person to have around.""That's what I always strive to be, Madam Ferro." Julian bowed his head in reverence."Would you come with me to the kitchen for a test? I suddenly have a craving for an appetizer." Briana gets up."I've been looking forward to this opportunity!" Julian also stands up, ready to put his culinary skills to the test.Briana leads him to the kitchen.Meanwhile, Mark was using Briana's office to attend to his own matters as Lord Ferro.He called Linda. "Linda, t
Meanwhile, Adrian received the parking lot CCTV footage in the afternoon.He responded to the email with a thank you.He wasn't sure exactly what he would find, but since it was his father's recommendation...As Adrian started watching, he raised his eyes in astonishment.On the day his father was fired, Briana's car went to the farthest point of the camera's view.Still, it was clear it was Briana when she got out of the car.Adrian recalled his father saying that Briana had something to do with his dismissal.Nothing else happened in the parking lot, so Adrian fast-forwarded the video.Suddenly, he returned to normal speed, stunned by what he saw.That was... Mark?Mark, carrying Briana in his arms?What was going on for this to be possible?Adrian lamented that he couldn't zoom in on the camera. Briana's car didn't appear fully in the frame.He couldn't see Mark putting Briana in the passenger seat.But he did see Mark getting into the driver's side."Huh? Where are you going, Mark
Red Light, the unsubtle name of Adrian and Anthony's favorite nightclub, was this time packed with patrons eager to watch the supposed dancers in scanty outfits. However, it was this location that father and son chose to talk. Anthony was stunned, holding a glass of cognac to calm his nerves. "Son... That CCTV recording you emailed me is GOLD!" Adrian smirked maliciously. "Is it really?" Anthony nodded vigorously. "Yes! I finally understood what happened!" "What happened, Dad?" Adrian leaned forward, attentive and sharp. Anthony realized Adrian hadn't touched his drink yet, indicating that his son was 100% sober. Then, a story formed in Anthony's mind. "Uh... Son, what I'm about to share with you will also be golden information. Please, don't tell even your girlfriend. Use it at the exact moment!" "I understand," Adrian nodded. "Briana Vasconcelos showed up at Glamour for a collaborative project between us and the Vasconcelos Company," Anthony began. "I left her alone in my