Mark’s concern about the accident only lasted a few seconds after seeing that it had not caused any major consequences.
Still, it was very embarrassing for Adrian to crash his car into a RAM truck that was traveling smoothly, without dreaming that he would be hit by a careless driver.
Adrian got out of the car and immediately went to the owner of the other car, “Did you buy your driver’s license and it came in the mail?”
The driver of the other car squinted. “What are you talking about, man? You were the one who strayed from your lane! You weren’t looking ahead!”
Mark smiled slightly. Indeed, Adrian had parked on the wrong side (the driver’s seat would never be parallel to the sidewalk but in the middle of the street) and when he was supposed to get out, he got distracted because he wanted to provoke Mark.
The driver of the other car got out and started arguing with Adrian. Celia noticed that the driver was wearing light clothes, probably returning from a camping trip with friends due to his choice of vehicle.
The driver was also attractive, making Celia secretly smile.
But upon realizing that Mark was still on the sidewalk, Celia quickly got out of the car and joined Adrian to discuss the indefensible.
“You knew my friend was distracted and went straight in front of him anyway!” Celia increased the absurdity of the argument.
“I couldn’t dodge in time!” The driver complained.
Adrian whined, “Your car is fancier and bigger than mine. Look, the dent got worse on my car. With you, not even a scratch happened!”
“Then let’s call the police so they can decide!” The driver held out his cell phone.
Adrian’s legs shook a little. “Ehr... I don’t think you need to involve the police, my friend. Maybe if we discuss some monetary values...”
While the discussion was going on, Mark looked the other way and noticed another car, a red Aston Martin, approaching and parking behind the Dodge Ram.
When the driver’s door opened, Mark saw a woman wearing glasses and business clothes. He smiled, recognizing her.
As Linda approached, she was surprised by the car crash. “Lord Ferro, what happened here? Why are you in the middle of this mess?”
“The woman arguing over there is my ex-wife.” Mark smiled slightly.
“WHAT?” Linda looked incredulously at the young lady who had left her boss for that clumsy paunch.
She didn’t witness the accident, but she could tell by looking at Adrian’s car that he was in the wrong.
Shaking her head, Linda turned to Mark, “Lord Ferro, I came to get you. Please, let’s get out of here and avoid this ridiculous scene.”
Linda’s voice reached Celia’s ears and she was shocked.
“Hey, who are you, and why are you talking to my ex-husband in that tone?” She approached them.
“Are you Lady Ferro?”
“EX-Lady Ferro, with great pleasure!” Celia lifted her chin.
“I’m sorry for the bad decision you made.” Linda couldn’t control herself, “You’re the perfect definition of ‘exchanging the right for the doubtful’.”
Celia is mortified. “But who do you think you are to talk to me like that?”
“Watch what you say, Celia!” Mark warns her, “You’re causing a scene.”
Adrian approaches his ‘girlfriend’. “Celia, darling, don’t bother with these people. You don’t have to interfere in his life anymore.”
“Exactly.” Linda confirms, “You now have to worry about this citizen who got you into trouble as soon as the divorce came through.”
Adrian is also irritated, “Hey, miss, there’s no problem here. Me and the other driver there will solve this in a good way!”
Linda smiles mockingly. “You think you’re a prince, but you’re a frog that no princess will dare kiss!”
“WHAT?” Adrian turns to Mark. Does he have anything to do with this?
Mark and Linda looked at each other in understanding and decided not to give any further satisfaction. They leave and get into the Aston Martin.
Celia, Adrian, and the driver of the Dodge Ram were amazed as the luxury car disappeared from their sight.
Then came the realization on Celia’s part, “But... But... How is that possible? Where does Mark know that secretary from?”
“Did she look like a secretary?” Adrian asked dumbfounded, “With that big car...”
The owner of the Dodge Ram looked at them as if they were nothing more than fools. “Doesn’t it occur to you that those two are rich?”
“RICH?” Celia tilts her head back, “HA, HA, HA! My pal, I was his wife! He’s a janitor at the company I work for!”
“How do you explain that girl and the big car?” The driver crossed his arms.
“Ah, he must have hired that girl as an actress to come here and pretend to be rich in front of us.” Adrian can only think about this idea.
“That could have been it, Adrian.” Celia shakes her head, “Mark can’t be that rich and have lived with me in poverty.”
Mark asked Linda to take him to the company where he and Celia worked. Upon arriving at the imposing building with a dark blue glass facade, Mark was going to ask for a favor... But Linda was an efficient secretary and promptly parked in the back of the company instead of going to the building's parking lot. "Lord Ferro, I know you don't want to be recognized." Linda turned off the engine. "Thank you for your discretion, Miss Mattes. But none of this will be necessary anymore." "Why?" Linda asked as she got out of the car. She walked around and opened the door for Mark to get out. He answered as he got out, "The people in this company don't know, but I am the true owner of it. I bought it to give to Celia after we celebrated our first wedding anniversary." Linda was shocked. "She was going to receive this company on a silver platter?" The company they were talking about is a famous fashion world publisher. The company, called 'Glamour,' started with a weekly magazine, but then
Mark squinted at Anthony Curtis. Something is really off on this day.Could it be possible that Anthony was trying to please his son, knowing that he is dating Celia, and decided to punish her ex-husband for something he didn't do?How else to explain this scathing injustice?Anthony, still with a serious look, turned to the other employees."Well done! The guy is not working, so he doesn't deserve his salary!" João exclaimed, laughing uncontrollably.Laughter echoed throughout the hallway.Anthony knew that Mark was an exemplary employee. Often, he would go above and beyond to keep a good impression on his superiors.If Mark has a fit body and toned muscles, it is due to the hard work of his profession.However, everyone had a prejudice against Mark for being poor and for his appearance.In a company that worked with fashion and physical appearance, Mark always seemed to stand out from the image Glamour wanted to portray to the public.But Anthony was not stupid. If he only punished
Mark couldn't believe things were escalating to this point. Not only had he become divorced overnight, but now several employees from the company where he worked had taken the day to mock and unjustly accuse him. Something inside of him said that what Anthony Curtis had just done was an indirect favor for his son, now that he was with Celia. "What are you doing standing there, janitor?" João wouldn't leave Mark alone. "Are you thinking of quitting?" "It's better to take João's suggestion," Mary Ellen neighed. "You have no future here anymore." "Unless you want to see your beloved ex-wife happy with another guy every day," Gisléne added, making the others laugh. Mark seemed immune to the employee's provocations. If they expected a violent reaction from the janitor, they would be disappointed. A smile creeping up on Mark's right corner of his lips made the group stop laughing. "What's so funny?" João asked indignantly. "The funny thing is that you guys lost a day's salary by ki
"Miss, do you know this guy?" João pointed at Mark with disgust."I don't know him intimately," she replied, "But he is not entirely unfamiliar to me.""IMPOSSIBLE!" Mary Ellen screamed, "You and he come from completely different worlds!"Gisléne stepped forward, "Miss, let me explain: this guy, although he is not wearing a uniform, is the most deplorable janitor in our company. The other janitors at least manage to keep their uniforms clean, but Mark insists on keeping his always dirty and grimy." Mark smiled ironically. His uniform was the dirtiest because Celia always dumped it into the sink and used it as a mop every time he had hand-washed it. To make matter worse, Celia forbade Mark from using the washing machine because she didn't want his uniform to stain her clothes. João added salt to the wound, "Furthermore, he made us lose a day's pay today, so we need to straighten things out with him." The lady disagreed with the views of the others, "Excuse me, but I thought I was e
Mark was about to continue walking when he thought better of what to do.Miss Vasconcelos would probably be busy with Manager Curtis now, so he could stop by the office later.So, he decided to go first to the janitors' room to gather his things before resigning.As he spun on his heels, he realized with exasperation that Mary Ellen was still at the door of her office."Forget it.""Forget what?" Mark frowned."Her. Forget her. She's not for you." Mary Ellen grinned wickedly."Don't you have anything better to do, Mary Ellen?" Mark crossed his arms.He swore that Mary Ellen would be the first on the list to be fired!"Well, since you did me the favor of making me lose my day's pay, I have no motivation to work anymore." Mary Ellen mocked."So get ready to clean, mop floors, disinfect sinks, and unclog toilets." Mark shook his head."Why? You won't be around anymore to do that charity work for us?" Mary Ellen chuckled strangely, as if she suffered from bronchitis, "You really believed
When Mark burst into Anthony's office, he got a better view of the situation.Anthony was about to grab Briana in his arms. Briana was semi-conscious, with a red face. Her arms were flailing, trying to push away from the perverted manager.Near her, on the floor, was a smashed coffee cup."Is this the kind of collaboration you want, Mr. Curtis?""MARK?" Anthony's eyes widened as he realized who had burst into his office, "What do you think you're doing? Get out of here immediately!"Mark clenched his fists in anger. Did the general manager really think he would just leave and abandon a defenseless lady?What kind of man would he be?Boldly and irritated, Mark approached in three steps, "Let her go!"With a precise punch, Mark hit Anthony, throwing him away from Briana.The punch was so strong and unexpected that Anthony fell on the coffee table. The impact made him faint instantly.If the coffee table had been glass, the result might have been more disastrous...But Mark had no intent
Mark came to think that he deserved the prize for both the unluckiest and luckiest person in the world.OK, Mark didn't consider 'unlucky' to have met a beautiful woman like Briana Vasconcelos.The big problem, in his view, was the completely unexpected situation in which he found himself with the same Briana!Everything seemed to conspire for Mark not to escape from his predicament, starting with the same Briana who locked the car with a technology unknown to him.Then, it seemed that the drug had given Briana some strength from beyond to subdue a man.As Mark had noted before, the car was parked in a spot away from the other cars.Also, the employees usually have lunch at a nearby restaurant and walk there, so no one would enter the parking lot and find one of the cars in this unexpected situation.Mark almost strangled himself struggling to prevent Briana from taking off his shirt, but, with no way out, he no longer stopped her and resigned himself.He convinced himself that Briana
Mark and Briana walked out of the registry office.For both of them, the feeling of being married gave them an extra dose of confidence in what to do.Mark looked at his new wife and felt that she had a different sparkle in her eyes.As they walked towards her car, he asked, "What's the matter, Briana?"Mark wondered if it would be too bold to call her by affectionate names, but at least he wouldn't call her formally."I can't explain, Mark," Briana replied, "But I feel that signing that certificate gave me a boost for what lies ahead.""Do I not repulse you?" Mark asked, thinking of the countless times Celia had told him that.Briana stopped next to her car's driver and shook her head. "Why would I? I might not know you deeply, Mark, but I'm sure you're not of the same kind as those who drugged me."Mark smiled contentedly to hear that.He felt that, if his marriage wasn't perfect as it usually is in fairy tales, at least with Briana, it wouldn't be a repetition of what it was with C