The next day. Mark is having breakfast already dressed in a navy blue suit with pinstripes.Julian looks at Briana's empty seat."Arrange breakfast for Mrs. Ferro in the master suite," Mark ordered in a cold tone."Yes, Mr. Ferro." Julian swallows hard, already understanding why Briana couldn't come down to the dining room.After the cook left, Mark picked up his tablet to catch up on the day's news.As expected, the news that Vasconcelos hired Alanna Torres and Ray Dixon for their next series is in the headlines.Not a single mention of Sandro.Mark pressed his lips in irritation.Mark's phone rang, and he checked the caller ID: Sandro."Hello?"On the other end, Sandro was pacing in his suite while Nadir leaned against the headboard of the bed, drying her tears."Hello? Mark, did you read today's newspaper?""I just read that the 'Vasconcelos Company' hired two big-name artists for your niece's series," Mark remarked with the necessary irony."This is unfair, Mark! I mediated the hi
Luana met Lawrence Sodré at the café near Glamour."Luana, it's been a while since you called me! What happened?""Nothing happened, Lawrence, that's why I called you." Luana gestured for them to sit down.Like a gentleman, Lawrence waited for Luana to sit first. "So, nothing else has happened between Brie and that weird husband?"Luana took a deep breath, grabbing her latte. "Well... I don't know how to put this to you, Lawrence.""I'm listening.""I really don't believe Briana is going through any marital difficulties." Luana confessed, blowing on her latte and taking a sip.Lawrence stood still, thinking he must have heard an illusion.The idea that nothing was wrong in Briana and Mark's sudden marriage was something he could never accept!Lawrence smiled nervously, shaking his head. "Uh... Excuse me, Luana, can you repeat that?""I think you don't have a hearing problem," Luana asserted. "Lawrence, I've been closely observing Brie and Mark. They don't seem like an unusual couple t
"Let's get straight to the point, Sandro!" Mark sat down at the desk. "You were the one responsible for hiring Alanna Torres and Ray Dixon, right?" "Yes." Sandro nodded eagerly. "Who knows about this besides your family?" Mark asked. "My mom, surprisingly. She's binge-watching past seasons of 'Love Spins the World' and found Alanna Torres acting in an earlier role, the one that catapulted her to fame." "I see. Do you think your mom is going to defend you?" Mark asked, somewhat sensing that the answer would be negative. Sandro had the same reaction. "I'm not sure, Mark. Gilson has always been the favorite." "That's a shame, but you are putting in the effort." Mark narrowed his eyes, analyzing Sandro perfectly. He swore that when he had children with Briana, he would treat them all equally. Favoring one child so openly and unfairly, as Althea and her deceased husband have done with Gilson, only left deep scars and traumas in Sandro from the past. Now, even after all these years
In Susana’s office at the LCN Group, Mark entered with an air of quiet authority, and Susana, clearly deferring to him, gestured for him to take her seat.“It’s a pleasure to have you here, Lord Ferro,” she said.Mark nodded, settling into her chair.“Alright, Susana. How are the preparations for Lady Ferro’s series going?”“Everything’s excellent. The studios are being set up at full speed,” Susana replied. “We shouldn’t run into any trouble getting the permits for outdoor filming from the city hall, right?”Mark’s lips curled into a smug smile. “Not at all. You’ll be using my name for that.”Susana nodded. “Understood. Is there anything else we can assist you with?”“Did you see the news about the two actors hired for Katrina’s series?” he asked.“Yes,” Susana replied, “and Gabriel mentioned it was on your orders.”Mark gave a curt nod. “Exactly. I see potential in Sandro as an ally. Like Briana, he doesn’t get the merit and recognition he deserves in that chaotic family of his.”“W
Mark stepped into the elevator, still on the line with Karl.“Karl, I’m getting in the elevator now,” he said. “I’ll check this thoroughly since I’m out.”“Okay...” Karl replied, his voice echoing over the line.Once the doors closed, Mark pocketed his phone, pressing the button for the lobby.As he waited, he considered the situation.“Do they really not want us to rent the hall again because they’re worried something like the Fernanda Gabas and Romulo Ribas incident will happen again? But they’re in prison!”The elevator doors slid open, and Mark stepped into the lobby.He passed through the turnstile without question — the receptionists were already accustomed to him as Glamour’s representative, even if he wore only a simple dress shirt and pants.His suit jacket remained at Glamour to avoid any risk of getting it dirty during his outings.Finding a seat on a sofa farther away in the lobby, Mark pulled out his phone and dialed Linda.In Linda’s office, her cell phone rang. She pick
In Mark’s office at Glamour, he had just received unsettling news — Celia had landed a job at Vasconcelos Company, and not in a completely legitimate way. A tense silence filled the air, and Mary Ellen watched him, her expression challenging.“You don’t even care what happens to your ex-wife anymore, do you?” she said.“That’s not true,” Mark replied, trying to stay calm. “I told her to stay away from Adrian Curtis because he’s a jerk.”“Really?” Mary Ellen raised an eyebrow. “And why didn’t she listen to you sooner?”Mark turned and sat at his desk, the weight of her words hitting him harder than expected.He took a steadying breath. “Did she… did she separate from him?”Mary Ellen shrugged. “Not exactly. He broke up with her, accusing her of still having feelings for you.”Mark’s expression darkened. “On what basis did that idiot accuse her of something like that? She divorced me to be with him! She initiated it.”Mary Ellen smirked. “But back then, you were just a janitor with no f
In the Vasconcelos Mansion, tensions flared as James faced Katrina’s sharp suspicions over his whereabouts the previous night. Katrina sat upright, her eyes steady on him.“If you break my laptop, you’ll have to buy another one, okay?” she said coolly.James, his voice rising, retorted, “I’m tired of buying things for others!”“But aren’t you tired of BREAKING other people’s things?” she countered. “What kind of reasoning is that, James?”“Honey, I’ll only say it one more time: I – was – here!” James insisted.Katrina met his gaze with a calm defiance. “OK, let’s check.”She picked up her phone, and James’ tension briefly eased — she wouldn’t find anything in the tabloids since he hadn’t been at the Red Light Club that night.As she scrolled and came up empty-handed, she put the phone down.“OK,” she said, “you win for now.”James’ relief gave way to a renewed frustration. “FOR NOW? Katrina, when are you going to admit you’re wrong?”Katrina’s tone softened. “You know when, sweetheart
Lawrence was driving in his car when he received a phone call. Thanks to the car’s technology, he pressed a button on the dashboard, taking the call through there. This way, he wouldn’t have to use his cell phone (and break a traffic law).“Hello?”A female voice sounded from the car, “Hello, Young Mr. Sodré. We’re calling from the Braz Social Club. We want to confirm your attendance at the party that will take place here at the club regarding the start of production of the Glamour series.”Lawrence frowned, intrigued. “I was invited? I didn’t know that.”“Then we’ll cancel the entire party—”Lawrence sensed that the female voice retorted sharply, as if displeased.“Hey, wait! Why the exasperation? I didn’t say I wouldn’t go to the party.”The female voice corrected herself, returning to a friendly tone. “Oh, my apologies, Young Mr. Sodré. It’s great to confirm your invitation; we appreciate that.”Lawrence scolded her, “You know? I hate when people tell a story backward.”“What do yo