Matthew felt a mixture of surprise and disappointment. Cindy was reacting as if they were strangers or as if they had broken up years ago. He observed Ricardo and saw how he smiled mockingly.
“What’s going on here?” Matthew asks, not so sure he wants to know the answer.
Ricardo steps in front of Cindy and responds on her behalf, “Look, my friend, I don’t know what Cindy said – or what she didn’t say – the point is that we’ve been dating for months. I think we should dissolve any misunderstanding before the situation becomes more embarrassing than it already is.”
Matthew’s eyes widen. He tries all the time to face Cindy, but she doesn’t have the guts to face him.
“Ricardo, allow me to resolve this...” Cindy asks in a low voice.
“No, darling. As a gentleman, I can’t let you expose yourself.”
Matthew finally says, “Cindy, is this the journalist who is investigating a corrupt politician? What if he puts you in danger?”
“Matt, I already told you that’s not going to happen!” Cindy speaks in a pleading tone. She just wants him to go away.
“Come on, honey, or we’ll be late at the restaurant.” Ricardo gets closer to Cindy and wraps his arm around her, something she never allows Matthew to do because he always smells like fried oil.
When the couple passes by, Cindy still says, “It’s better this way, Matt. Our destinies are no longer the same. I’m sorry you found out this way. Please, don’t look for me anymore.”
Matthew noticed that the doorman and some employees were watching and decided not to make a fuss. It was everything they wanted to make Matthew appear on the front page of the most disgusting tabloid there is.
With a broken heart, taking a deep breath, and watching his former girlfriend enter the private parking lot with a much more open smile than she gave him hours earlier, Matthew took a deep breath and walked away with long strides.
He had spent a lot of money on the gift and couldn’t afford a taxi or bus ticket. The only way he could go was to walk to his house.
There, he entered discouraged, closing the door with a bang.
Sheila appeared from the kitchen, “Son, how was your date?”
“Mom, please, not today. I just want to sleep.” Matthew goes straight to his room and closes the door.
Sheila shakes her head. She’s not stupid. The meeting was disastrous, otherwise, Matthew would have come bounding into happiness.
******
The next day, Matthew’s cell phone rang the alarm clock. When he woke up and stretched, he was able to see the package he intended to give to Cindy on the dresser. Damn, what is he going to do with this?
He gets up and looks for his clothes to get dressed. As he does this, he feels a slight pain in his rib. Matthew observes that there was redness from the kick he received from David. He decided to put on a dirty T-shirt right away so his mother wouldn’t see and ask questions.
Matthew heard Sheila’s cough that wouldn’t leave her alone. He frowns.
After showering, Matthew enters the kitchen. The enclosure is in the same mediocrity as the rest of the house. Sheila places the thermos and some bread from yesterday on the dining table.
“Mom, I heard you coughing again.” Matthew sits down, “You’d better see a doctor or buy some medicine at the pharmacy.”
“I’m going to make some orange-leaf tea.” Sheila smiles to calm her son.
Matthew shakes his head, knowing it’s pointless to argue with his mother. Every time he suggests a solution to a problem, Sheila comes up with a palliative idea, as if she were unworthy of having the best option.
“OK, I won’t be long today.” Matthew eats the precarious breakfast.
“Do you now want to talk about Cindy, my son?” Sheila tries to bring up the subject, “While you were in the shower, I picked up some clothes to wash and saw the package.”
“Mom, please...” Matthew is taken aback, “Cindy and I had a disagreement that I intend to resolve today. That gift will be given to her.”
Sheila smiles more calmly. That son of hers never gives up.
******
Appearing at Sterling University, Matthew was now a student, but still, people looked at him as ‘the grill cook’ at the kiosk. Some avoided going near him for fear of smelling fried oil, but Matthew had made an effort when taking a shower.
As he was about to enter his classroom, David approached him, this time being alone.
“We still have a matter to settle, you worm!”
“What are you talking about?” Matthew narrows his eyes, “Leave me alone. I just want to study.”
Matthew tries to enter, but David grabs him by the arm, “Don’t think you’re going to get rid of me that easily. Did you really think you could defeat me yesterday, wanting to act like a white knight when there was no need?”
Matthew glares at David, “Was there no need? You were being cruel to Patricia.”
“I was placing my order, and therefore getting to know the waitress better. But you made my job easier by saying her name is Patricia, thank you!” David smiles wryly.
“Stay away from her!” Matthew grunts.
“I’m telling you, you’re weird!” David scoffs, “That’s why I decided to let Cindy know that you’ve got other ladies’ backs when she’s not around!”
Matthew stares at him infuriatingly. For a second, he thought David slandered him to Cindy, and so she turned to Ricardo Montegrande.
Out of rationality, Matthew grabs David’s shirt with his left hand, while his right fist clenches to deliver that punch that readers are waiting for.
But suddenly, someone approaches from behind and grabs Matthew’s wrist. He is surprised.
“But who—” Matthew looks back and finds his friend Walter.
Walter held Matthew’s wrist and had a serious expression, “It’s not worth it, Matt.”
David was already making a comical face, but upon realizing he wasn’t going to be punched, he quickly composed himself, “Let go of me, you savage! That’s too much! You definitely have one last wish list before you die, huh?”
Matthew lets go of his left hand and David walks away down the hallway - whether out of anger or fear of being punched is unknown.
The fact is that some university students witnessed the scene and thought it was absurd. Who dares to punch one of Josias Rocha’s sons?
Walter, knowing that people would gossip, gently leads Matthew into the classroom.
They go to their desks located on the window wall. Other classmates were in their seats, talking to each other.
“OK, can you explain to me now why you were in an altercation with David Rocha?” Walter asks, worried.
“He has been bothering me since yesterday about Patricia.” Matthew takes a deep breath, “She’s my friend, he was being a jerk, I tried to defend her and he kicked me in the ribs. The punch I was going to throw today would be retribution.”
“And an expulsion was what would happen.” Walter sighs, “Look, I know everyone admires Josias Rocha and he’s not the cold, cruel businessman that many see in romance novels. But he doesn’t know 100% what happens at college. If his son says YOU started the fight, what are the chances of you defending yourself?”
Matthew nods, “I know, but that doesn’t give him the right—”
Walter strokes his blond hair, trying to calm himself, “My friend, think. We’re in our junior year. The idiot is in his senior year and will graduate with honors.”
Matthew goes ‘PFFF’ and stifles his laugh with the hand that would punch the snob. Graduate with which honors?
Walter continues, also trying not to laugh, “I know, it sounds ironic. But it definitely won’t be funny if the idiot reports you to the Dean because of what happened. Stay calm, be invisible... At least, until next year.”
Their subject teacher entered and the students straightened up. The class will start.
******
After a few minutes pass, still at the university, someone is walking towards the classroom where Matthew is.
The person, a man in his 50s with graying hair, wore a serious expression. It was class time, and that’s why most of the university students were in their classes. The very few who were in the corridor for some reason were astonished by the presence of this respectable gentleman in a suit. Who was he?
This gentleman stopped his steps at the classroom door and looked inside. The teacher was explaining the content of today and noticed the man’s presence, as the door was open.
“Can I help you, sir?” The master also didn’t know who he was.
“Professor, young Matthew Silva is being requested for the Rectory office.” The gentleman spoke in a firm, somewhat ominous tone.
The students turn to a startled Matthew, trying to imagine what it would be like. Did what Walter said about David trying to get back at him come to fruition so quickly?
Walter stands up abruptly, his brow furrowed, eager to defend his friend, “Excuse me, there’s an injustice happening here. Who are you, the new university inspector?” Another colleague comments, “If Matt got into trouble with David Rocha, then that’s not an injustice, Walter!” A girl says dismissively, “Yes, yesterday’s fight was spread on the campus social media, Walter. Haven’t you seen it yet?” “I don’t have time for this nonsense!” Walter exclaims. “Is that you Matthew Silva?” The fifty-year-old man slightly narrows his eyes, as if he already knew that whoever was speaking was a friend of the person he was looking for. “No, I’m Walter Andrade.” Walter speaks boldly. The surname Andrade should spark some interest in the middle-aged man, given that the Andrade family has a network of private clinics famous for serving people of all ages and social classes. But the man didn’t change his stance, “I just came here to take Matthew Silva.” The professor also notices that the man
Abner leafs through Matthew’s academic record very carefully. He nods with a calm but observant look. Matthew just wonders what the old man must be thinking.“Your grades are very good and your class attendance is above average.” Abner finally speaks.Matthew allows himself to smile. At least someone is saying something nice, “Thank you, Mr. Sterling.”Abner continues to flip through and read, “No internships in the field yet?”“Like I told you, I’m working at the square kiosk here,” Matthew responds with a touch of pride.“But you’re wondering if you’ll be able to buy your mother’s medicine. In other words, that means you’re not earning enough income.” Abner has a worried expression.Matthew starts to find something strange. This is not the talk about someone who will be expelled from an educational institution...“Mr. Sterling, I know you care and I appreciate that. But can we formalize my expulsion once and for all? I think I’ve learned my lesson.”Abner, however, raises his head a
Walter finishes eating his snack and gestures to Patricia.“Yes, Walt?”“How much is the snack? Bring the bill, please.”“Yes... oh, damn!” Patricia looks in the direction where David is approaching.Walter turns his head in the same direction and his eyes narrow in discomfort.Especially as he sees an uncomfortable Cindy being forced by the bully to approach the kiosk.Thinking that David wants to cause another scene with Matthew, Walter stands up and greets them ironically, “David Rocha! What a pleasure, I didn’t need to drive Cindy here. As my best friend’s girlfriend, she would come here voluntarily.”David smiles evilly, “She was running away, I don’t know why. Maybe she can explain it to us.”Patricia still doesn’t know that Cindy and Matthew have broken up. Therefore, she goes inside the kiosk.Matthew is idle and is drying his hands on a threadbare handkerchief.“Matt!” Patricia exclaims, “David is outside, pushing Cindy here. I think he’s up to something!”“What an idiot! I k
The doctor informs Matthew what happened in a normal tone, “Your mother is medicated, under control. She stopped coughing and is now sleeping.”“What’s wrong with her, doctor?” Matthew is a little relieved to know that his mother’s life is not in danger.“We still don’t know for sure. When she showed up, paramedics said they found her coughing violently, with her hands on her neck.” The doctor states, “Does she have any allergies?”Matthew swallows hard, understanding why, “No, doctor, but we’re residents of Lion’s Den. Our house isn’t the best example of cleanliness.”“It’s necessary to maintain a certain standard of cleanliness even if you don’t live in a mansion.” The doctor patiently advises him, “Your mother probably has pneumonia or tuberculosis. With the definitive diagnosis coming out, we will know how to treat her.”“Thank you, doctor.” Matthew smiles yellowly.“She won’t wake up for now. If you don’t want to stay here overnight, you can come back early in the morning.” The d
Cindy is surprised to bump into Matthew. Matthew finds it strange how Cindy reacted.“What happened, Cindy? Did you think it was a thief?”“No, I just didn’t expect you here.” Cindy fixes her hair and clothes, afraid of catching the smell of fried oil even though Matthew has taken a shower.“By the way, I’m sorry for the unnecessary exposure,” Matthew says in a neutral tone.Cindy looks at Matthew in disbelief, “I don’t believe it.”“What?” Matthew narrows his gaze.“Are you still feeling sorry for me, worrying about me, when the main target was you?” Cindy says in a dismissive tone, “You know, Matt, I think that’s one of the things that make me despise you. You have no self-respect. You’re always thinking about the well-being of others.”Matthew is horrified by Cindy’s idea, “Did you want me to be selfish and insensitive? And then you go around complaining that men are no good? Did you want me to be like David Rocha? He’s definitely laughing in your face and helping share the gossip!
Ricardo becomes jealous as Cindy’s friends insinuate that she should have continued dating Matthew because of the apparent influence he has with Abner Sterling.Cindy, however, recovers from her shock and laughs. Wanting to reassure her boyfriend, she brings her cell phone to her mouth and records another audio, “You’re crazy. Don’t you realize that I was the reason Mr. Sterling banned gossip in the university forum? The fact that Matthew was mentioned was pure formality. After all, you were talking about him too. And be thankful that my current boyfriend doesn’t demand any compensation for having his name involved in sordid rumors.”Cindy finishes and puts her cell phone in her purse, “There, honey, problem solved. Thanks to your influence, Mr. Sterling took matters into his hands and ended the gossip.”Ricardo, however, keeps insecure and severe, “Are you sure that the dean and the owner of the university don’t have a strange fondness for the poor guy? His name was mentioned first,
Matthew, in the corridor of Andrade Clinic, becomes suspicious of the origin of the call. But since the possibility of a criminal or swindler calling him is almost null, he shrugs his shoulders and decides to answer.“Hello?”“Mr. Silva?” The friendly voice of a lady sweetened Matthew’s ear.“Hello, who am I talking to?” Matthew smiles in disbelief. Is it raining girls in his garden?“This is Elaine speaking. I’m an employee of the publishing house Golden Letters. We’re contacting you for a job interview, as you left your resume with us.”Matthew is left open-mouthed and pale. Walter leaves Sheila’s room and finds his best friend stunned by the information.“Miss, there must be some mistake.” Matthew states, “I didn’t leave any resume at a publishing house. I’m a Business student, and—”“OK, I admit that your resume wasn’t for Business Administration, but for any available position. Well, we have an assistant vacancy.” Elaine tries hard, “Don’t you remember, Mr. Silva? We’re sorry for
The next day, Matthew finished eating breakfast, which consisted of bread with scrambled eggs and orange juice. Still chewing, he got up to leave. His clothes were stained with oil from the grill, as usual.The cell phone rang. Matthew rolled his eyes. It seemed like no one would leave him alone that day.The caller ID showed the same number as yesterday.Matthew smiled wryly and answered, “Hello! Am I speaking to Elaine?”Meanwhile, Elaine was sitting at her desk, feeling the animosity. “Mr. Silva, I’m very sorry about what happened!” she said.Matthew retorts, “Me too, Miss Elaine. I’m so sorry I don’t have the address or your real place of work to sue you. Because of your lies, I was humiliated and became the new Internet sensation!”Elaine sighed before replying, “None of this was supposed to happen. I waited for you at Golden Letters.”“But the kind secretary said you don’t work there.” Matthew scoffs.Elaine decides to adopt the aggressive tactic, “Mr. Silva, I insist that some
At Silva Oil Company, Kirk appeared in Leonardo’s office. Fernando and Marta had already left. “KIRK!” Leonardo abruptly stood up from his desk. “How are you, my young man!” “Mr. Silva?” Kirk was surprised by such reverence. “I didn’t know you cared so much about me...” “Cut the small talk! You just had a seizure and looked like you were going to die in my company,” Leonardo gestured for the employee to sit down. “Now I want to know all the details. Don’t hide anything from this curious old man.” Kirk smiled and sat down. “Well, sir, there’s not much to tell. I was stupid enough to fall for the siren’s song.” “In this case, the cocaine song, right?” Leonardo leaned forward. “What do you intend to do from here on out?” “Obviously, I promised myself and my family that I wouldn’t use that cr*p anymore. It wasn’t worth all the drama and suffering,” Kirk replied honestly. “That’s good. Then you can continue from where you left off,” Leonardo smiled, relieved. “That’s about what I w
In Urbano Magazine, Cindy returned with the printed sheet, extending it to Andreia. “Read this not-so-pretentious article, my friend,” Cindy declared. Andreia took the paper and read it. A smile formed at the right corner of her mouth. “Cool... nothing so blatantly accusatory, but clear enough for any semi-literate person to understand that Elaine knocked over that pyramid of champagne glasses, causing a scene at the book signing.” “Of course, I won’t say she did it because the honored author was her enemy’s mother,” Cindy replied mischievously. “You don’t want to risk Matt’s wrath.” Andreia stood up, a bit slowly due to her pregnancy. “Speaking of which, how did he react after your dad’s video?” “I didn’t bring it up with him,” Cindy shook her head. “If I mention it, people will say I still love him.” “And you don’t want to do anything to ruin your relationship with Jackson,” Andreia repeated. “Cindy, it’s commendable that you’re more committed and focused on having someone in
Fernando appeared in the kitchen wearing gray sweatpants. Liz, who was sour and bitter, smiled pathetically with her gaze fixed on her husband’s pants. “Good morning, son. What’s new?” Ronaldo replied rudely, “The news is seeing my mother still able to walk!” “RON!” Liz was startled. Fernando shook his head. “Son, don’t be disrespectful. Your mother and I are trying to be as discreet as possible.” Ronaldo shot back, “Just missing discretion when discussing my fiancée, huh? Can we talk about that now?” Liz pursed her lips. “I was so happy when I woke up, but you made sure to ruin my day.” “Mom, we can’t avoid the obvious!” Ronaldo turned to Fernando. “Matt told me that Elaine was reprimanded.” “And I will never agree to that!” Liz shouted. “Elaine was a victim of that tough girl from the slums! She could have died from a cut to her jugular!” “But Elaine provoked Patty’s wrath by saying those nasty things,” Fernando reasoned as he served himself breakfast. “Couldn’t Patricia a
Silva Penthouse, Monday morning. Ronaldo was walking down the hallway to the kitchen in just his boxer shorts when the suite door opened. Liz was smiling a little too much, looking like she was about to dance ballet. “Mom! Long time no see!” “Yes, son, I had a wonderful time with your father!” Liz replied suggestively. Ronaldo blushed to the roots of his hair. “Is breakfast ready?” she asked casually. “I was about to check,” Ronaldo said, heading to the kitchen. There, the coffee maker was already brewing coffee. “Nando must have prepared it in advance.” Liz took bread and butter from the fridge. Ronaldo, cautious, sat down at the table. He noticed a tear in Liz’s nightgown. “Mom, did you and Dad make up this Sunday?” “We can say he’s no longer in love with your fiancée,” Liz replied with a mischievous smile. “Mom, stop talking about that disgusting stuff!” Ronaldo frowned. “This is all your sick imagination.” Liz simply shrugged, sitting down at the table as well. “You’r
Elaine arrived stumbling with fear and bewilderment. The truth about Bella and Nathan’s relationship was something horrifying and incredible for her to digest. “Oh my God... how did these two families let this issue intertwine like this?” Nayla was at the reception desk, smiling, waiting for Elaine to approach. But when she realized Elaine was going to walk past her, Nayla called out loudly, “ELAINE?” Elaine stopped suddenly and looked at her friend. “Oh, Nayla, I’m sorry...” “Don’t worry. I know you must be going through a lot of pressure.” Nayla stood up. “I really am. But I always have time for my friends.” Elaine smiled and approached, trying to distract her mind. “I wanted to know if there are any openings here at Golden Letters for my brother.” Nayla asked respectfully. Elaine’s smile vanished with the wind. As Nayla’s boss, she knew who the brother was. “Nayla, we’re friends, but you know I have a strong opinion against drug use and sales.” Elaine replied in a boss t
At Andrade Clinic, Charles was leading a meeting with the receptionists and security guards. Walter and Emmanuelle were present. “So, everyone, the next time Liz Silva or anyone else causes a scene at the clinic entrance, security or even the police must be called in immediately. Don’t hesitate just because the troublemaker is someone from an important family. This is a hospital clinic, not a zoo, so I demand order in the lobby. A disturbance can jeopardize the patients who are waiting for care, and I don’t want to compromise anyone’s safety, understood?” “Yes, Mr. Andrade!” everyone responded in unison. “Okay, everyone can return to your posts.” The staff went back to work. Linda gave Walter a brief kiss before leaving. “Linda, I need to ask you a quick question,” Emmanuelle called her back. Linda paused, closing the door after the last person left. “Did you check with your parents if it’s safe to go home?” “No, Emmanuelle. The conversation with Gus was so good that I forgot
In Matthew’s suite, he was now buttoning the cuffs of his genuine cotton dress shirt. Elaine had also gotten out of the bathtub, unable to continue relaxing, and was now putting on her work suit.The memory of the Golden Letters prompted Matthew to strike up a conversation. “Did you remove a glass from the base of the pyramid?” Elaine stared at Matthew as if he were the devil. “What? How can you throw a question like that out of nowhere?” “I just asked a question, woman, answer me.” Elaine shook her head as she walked to the sofa to put on her high heels. “This is inconceivable. Your mind is always revolving around Patricia’s issues. You never forget her, and then tell me I don’t need to worry.” “Was the champagne glass pyramid made for an occasion involving Patricia?” Matthew countered logically. “No, but it was her mother’s book signing.” Elaine angrily slipped on her shoes. “Well, I remembered that many claimed the embarrassment happened because someone removed a glass from
Monday. Elaine was relaxing in the bathtub of her husband’s suite. Matthew stepped out of the shower stall, drying his hair with a white towel as he walked to the double sink. The sight of Matthew’s exposed body startled Elaine for a few seconds, but then she took advantage of the beautiful view, smiling mischievously. “It hardly feels like it’s Monday,” she commented casually. Matthew was washing his face as he said, “Yes, it’s Monday, the day to take care of important things after we relax our nerves on Sunday.” Elaine pursed her lips and retorted, “If I relaxed my nerves, it’s because they were in shambles. It’s not like me to live in constant stress, darling. I might not get the chance to calm down in the future.” Matthew turned off the faucet and grabbed a face towel. “Are you saying you would be willing to reduce your contact with Aunt Liz?” Elaine could no longer relax. “What does that mean?” Matthew tossed the towel onto the sink and turned to his wife. “I don’t like t
In the Silva Penthouse, Liz took advantage of the wreckage of the coffee table to create more drama. “Here we have it, darling! The COFFEE TABLE is SHATTERED with Elaine’s body thanks to Patty—” “SHUT UP!” Fernando slammed the door shut. Liz trembled in panic, staring wide-eyed at her furious husband. “But what is this? Why are you angry with me, darling, when you should be furious with Patty—” “I command silence, and you keep babbling even more!” Fernando went to the utility room to grab a broom. Liz quickly grabbed her phone and took a picture of the shattered coffee table. Maybe this will come in handy for her in the future... “So, what are we going to do about this?” Liz shouted for Fernando to hear. Fernando returned with a broom and a dustpan in hand. “Don’t tell me you’re going to sweep this up!” Liz reacted horrified. “Let the maid clean it up on Monday!” “I won’t have a living room full of glass shards until Monday. I want to watch TV tomorrow!” Fernando’s ferocity