Instead of getting into the car, Victor takes his head aback, looking so reluctant to drive that car. After all, he is still not understanding about what Viona said to him that the car is his car. But then, Martin approaches him, trying to take a look at Viona who is in the car. Of course, Martin knows about Viona, even though he is not that close with her. The truth is, Martin was one of those people Viona intended to hire to replace some of the officials who left Counterbrand. “Is that your boss?” asks Martin in a whisper. Victor turns, and looks a bit unsure with Martin’s question. “That lady inside the car! Is that your boss?” he whispers in Victor’s ear. “Her?! Oh, yeah. She is Mrs. Viona. My new boss,” replies Victor. Martin is a bit unsure to greet Viona, since Viona puts a cold face inside the car, as if she doesn’t recognize him. After all, he has declined Viona’s offer before. Martin hopes that Viona will turn her face toward him, so that he can say “Hi!” to her. But
He is indeed knowing nothing about Victor’s real identity, beside what he knows about him as a delivery man. His initial motive to tell these people about Victor was only to have them rob Victor, or maybe scaring him to death after that.“Please, I’m begging for your mercy! I just wanted to teach that kid a lesson, and let your men have some fun with whatever they would do to him,” Benigno pleads in his cries.Marco is getting impatient, and cocks the gun, seeming to shoot that fat man to death. But one of his friends immediately halts him coldly.“Hold down, Marco! Come with me for a sec!” he issues.And so, Marco follows that man to the other room inside that pizza shop. By the look of how Marco behaves in front of him, it seems like this man has higher position than him in the family.“What is it, Gambino?” asks Marco.“I think he is telling the truth to us. He has been with us for years. After all, what would he get from this? Nothing!” That Gambino guy with a low and hoarse voice
Victor stands there, taking his face away, seeming so hard to accept what Viona has conveyed to him. Just as Viona has worried before, it is clear that her words has hurt Victor’s pride. Victor has never accepted it, every time his father told him that his kindness was a mistake. He is being comfortable with what he is, but his father sees it as a weakness. Viona doesn’t say a word after that and leaves him be. He gets into a couch and turns on the TV. There’s nothing she wants to watch, only trying to avert her attention from Victor, while letting Victor get lost in his thoughts. Without giving his answer to Viona, Victor just calls for a taxi, intending to leave the house and gets back home. But suddenly, Viona calls him from the living room, and so he rushes to her. “What?” he asks. “I asked you before about that lawyer. Did you hire him?” Viona asks. “I didn’t. Unfortunately, he has been hired by Emma to fight against me,” Victor answers. “Shit! That lawyer knows about you.
He is starting to doubt his intention to make a scene for the auction. It seems like he has to accept whatever bidding that will be coming to the ring he is going to sell.“Please, ask them to leave,” says Victor to Emma.And so, those two people just leave even before Emma tells them to leave.“So, what are we going to do now?” asks Viona.“We will talk about this later. Let’s go to see that lawyer first!” Victor replies as he gets up from the couch with a tired face.In the end, they leave the house with Viona driving the Ferrari for him. Victor hasn’t cast away his uninspired face, not hiding how disappointed he is with Viona.Victor knows that he can’t blame her either. Viona has said that she is not going to babysit him anymore. After all, Victor realizes that most of this problem is because of his own fault, his personal dispute with Emma.But still…“How could you come up with this kind of idea, when I told you that this is for a jewelry auction,” Victor whines.“Why? All they
And so, Jimmy serves the coffees to them. After that, he is leaning his butt a little on the table, and starts talking to invite their attention toward him. “I know you are Viona Emery, the vice president of Counterbrand for human resources. There’s no need for me to hide about myself in front of someone like you. So, have you finished your observation about me?” he asks confidently. Viona smiles with a bit of a chuckle. “I didn’t come here to scout you to work for me. I came here only to accompany this guy, the president of Counterbrand,” says Viona. “Eh?!” Jimmy responds in a bit startled and an unsure smile, not knowing that his new client is the President of some big company in town. Looking at how composed Victor at the moment, Jimmy immediately changes his attitude. He tidies his hair and clothes a bit, and sits on his chair with the utmost professionalism. “Jimmy Farion at your service, solving your problem with no problem! So, what can I do for you, Mr. William?” And so,
Another Saturday comes, just like any other Saturday. But it’s a different one for Emma. She's still asleep even though it has already passed midday. She is still wearing the same clothes she wore for work last night. The bed is in a mess with one of her shoes on a pillow. There are also several empty beer cans all over the place. Since working part-time as a drive thru operator at “Peccato Legale”, the bar belongs to that man named Robert, Emma had to work late until past midnight. Even though she was back at the motel before 3 am, she didn't fall asleep until just before dawn. Even that only after she finished a few beers. But now, the booze is still playing the trick with her mind. The alcohol had been effective enough to stop her brain from producing anxiety in her mind since last night. It was so effective to make her forget about all of her problems. However, when the effect of the booze subsided, her anxiety spikes. Now she gets the hangxiety, an anxiety without real cause
The more Victor shows his awry face, the more that man becomes so sure that Victor is really a thief. In his mind, Victor’s fear is something like a thief’s fear after getting caught.“There’s no way a thief would admit he is a thief?” says someone from the crowd.“What kind of logic is that? Even those who are not thieves, wouldn’t want to admit themselves as thieves?” argues Victor to that one who accused him just now.“You are really so good at denying, huh! I bet you have practiced this everyday,” says that man named Andrew, still holding Victor’s collar.“I’m telling you, I didn’t try to steal her bag!”“Yeah, right! Just tell that to the police later. But right now, I need to…”Suddenly, an old man hits that man’s back with a stick, right before that man intends to hit Victor.“He is telling the truth! You and your woman should thank him. That punk with the board was the one who tried to steal her bag,” he says.That man named Andrew silents for a while. But then he turns back t
Only then, that Lucy, the new Hollywood star, shows her interest. If she needs something to attract people’s attention to raise her stature as a celebrity, that ring is her best choice. Now she can only hope that the price is not too much different from Julian Bermer’s other legacy items. The last item was sold at the price of $385.000. She hopes that this one will be opened with the price around five hundred grands. But then, the auctioneer opens the bidding. “Fair market value of this ring is $825.850. So, we will open the auction for this ring with $850.000, with the minimum bid increment at $50.000.” And then, a sudden buzz occurs in the hall. Lucy can only put on a blank face, didn’t expect it would be that expensive. “Hey, Victor! Isn’t that too low from how you bought it before?” asks Viona. “Let’s just see how it’s going,” Victor replies with so much anticipation. Looking at the buzz it creates, Victor knows that the price will reach 1 Million. The same with Lucy, who h