Gibraltar Club, evening.Patricia meets with Theodore Damascene, sitting at a reserved table."We don't need to drink anything," Patricia said, "Let's just talk business.""You're in charge," Theodore tries to smile, but his nervousness is evident."Is there something you want to tell me?" Patricia notices his distressed expression.Theodore takes a deep breath before delivering the strange news. "Miss Borges, I don't even know where to start. I called Matthew Sterling, informing him of your intention to clear your name, but he reacted negatively and said it was better for you not to get involved."Patricia's eyes widened, surprised by Matthew's change.Not only did he break up with her, but now he prohibits her from trying to clear her name in front of the mockers!"What crazy idea is this?" Patricia complains, "I NEED to be cleared of this fake painting nonsense! Mr. Damascene, you know I never meant to cause trouble for your family!""I know," Theodore responds kindly."So, what is
Matthew is horrified to learn that his ex-girlfriend is working at one of his companies.What a joke is this!"Elaine, don't share fake news," Matthew warns her."I'm serious, Matt." Elaine insists, "You're the heir, right? You can check in a snap of fingers if Cindy is part of the staff or not.""If I go to the Urbano editorial now, I might not find her." Matthew shakes his head, "Knowing Jackson, Cindy would be unable to walk today."Elaine blushes.Matthew realizes he was rude. "I'm sorry, Elaine. You really loved and deserved Jackson. But, unfortunately, certain things happened, and Jackson needed to date Cindy for that."Elaine stared at Matthew, trying to understand what that meant.Matthew felt it best not to tell Elaine that Cindy was shot by Evan and that her relationship with Jackson was part of the pact that Sterlings and Cardosos made to cover up the scandal.As Elaine believed Cindy had been mugged near the Sterling Cultural Hall, Matthew's words made no sense."What do y
In the dining room of the Sterling Mansion, the servants begin to serve the options. Abner is present, looking at his cell phone, checking the time.Alice had not returned yet.Matthew appears and sits down. "How empty the mansion is! Well, that will change in a few days.""Is your mother coming back here? Did she break up with her writer boyfriend?" Abner asked interested."No. They're going to live together and get married once mom has moved on." Matthew smiles hopefully, "Grandpa, I had a genius idea!""Tell me." Abner beams."I found a young lady who will meet the shareholders' wishes," Matthew proudly announces, "Elaine Prates!"Abner bounces in his chair, startled by the news."Heh, heh, what a shock was that, Grandpa?" Matthew laughs."Elaine Prates, from Golden Letters?" Abner asks astounded."The very one." Matthew starts to serve himself, "What do you think?""What does SHE think about this?" Abner composes himself.The issue is moving too fast."She kissed me, reciprocating
Alice feels uncomfortable hearing that Leonardo escalated the problem by trying to poach Matthew for the Silva Oil Company."Leo, you shouldn't be doing this. If Abner finds out, he'll throw you off the docks!""Probably, Matt is telling him over dinner," Leonardo responds feeling satisfied."Why do you want Matt to work here so badly?" Alice asks anxiously, "The company is reserved for your son and grandson. Matthew wouldn't inherit anything.""Maybe what Matt needs is not to inherit a conglomerate, but rather to have a sense of purpose in his life," Leonardo states, "Think about it, Alice: Matt, all his life, lived in the most unworthy of conditions. In almost a year, he went from a slum dweller to a prince charming. That was too much for him, and the poor thing is having trouble reconciling the extreme change he went through, even though he tries hard."Alice grimaces with disdain, "If Matt is having difficulty adjusting, it's because of your 'wonderful' daughter who ran away after
The next day, Leonardo was in his office with Marta, Fernando, Liz, Ronaldo... and Jasmine, who was just hanging around and taking up space."Where is our daughter?" Marta asked.Leonardo grimaced. "Woman, when were you planning on telling me that our daughter was off the rails with writer Jonah Lopes, living in sin at his penthouse?"Fernando and Liz widened their eyes.Jasmine smirked mischievously, mocking her aunt's liberal life in her thoughts.Marta reacted guilty, indicating that she knew and approved. "Uh... She didn't tell me it was a secret. I thought she had told you!""If she didn't tell, then she knew she was doing wrong." Jasmine teased.Marta frowned, turning to her granddaughter. "You, if you had a Hollywood-style hunk, would live with him in the same way!"Fernando gestured impatiently. "OK, are we here to talk about Sheila?""No," Leonardo replied, sitting in the chairman's chair, "Yesterday, I made a proposal to Matthew to join us in our family business."Jasmine hu
Matthew questions Cindy's hiring at Urbano magazine."Now, Matthew, maybe it's the opposite. Maybe you hired Cindy to cause trouble with me."Andreia vehemently shakes her head. "No, Matt! We didn't plan to harm you!"Nathan responds with disdain, "I don't completely share the same opinion.""Son, it's over! Accept your role and be thankful that you at least have a job." Vicente stands up and approaches them."Do I still have a job?" Nathan stares at Matthew.Matthew looks condescendingly at his cousin as if it isn't worth getting upset with him."You can stay. At least you won't be able to complain about how cruel I am. But remember: it was my grandfather who fired you.""He's more of a grandfather to me than you are, buddy." Nathan raises his chin, "While you were lost in the slums, I was always around, learning about the conglomerate. Sometimes I wonder what the board thinks of me."Matthew chuckles, "Ha, ha, ha! Dream on! If Mr. Dantas is being so tough on me, imagine how he would
Nathan is now at the Siren restaurant, waiting for someone at the table to have lunch and talk.Suddenly, someone enters and smiles at him."Mr. Gouveia." The man extends his hand.Nathan shakes the man's hand, somewhat wary, "Mr. Dantas. What a coincidence, my cousin mentioned you today.""Don't tell me! Our thoughts seem to be connected." Alfredo laughs and sits across from him, "Have you chosen already?""No, I was waiting for us to talk about your proposal first." Nathan narrows his eyes."You must have a lot of questions after I called you." Alfredo chuckles as if he was enjoying himself.Nathan picks up the menu but doesn't browse through it."Alright, young Gouveia." Alfredo starts, "Here's the thing: we, at least most of the board members, are concerned about the direction the conglomerate is heading. Have you been following the latest news?""As Matt's cousin and currently working at Urbano, it's impossible for me not to know," Nathan states in a neutral tone."Well. In the b
Bryce was horrified by Patricia's accusation."Patty Borges, how can you come here and accuse me of such a thing?"Patricia remained unfazed."Bryce, I have discovered something that incriminates you. If Matthew finds out about this, he will exploit it in all the newspapers. With me, your secret will be safe.""I have no secret!" Bryce began to falter.Patricia smirked. "So I was crazy when I saw you in Lion's Den, entering that alley where an illegal gambling house operates?"Bryce tried to deny it, but his pale face gave him away.His breathing became irregular and his heart seemed to be pounding in his throat.Bryce had thought that after the Borges family left the favela, he would be safer from being recognized!"What were YOU doing in the favela?" Bryce's voice came out in a whisper."I was there to check on the progress of the implementation of the water and sewage network," Patricia replied calmly, "Then, I decided to take a walk in my old community. Casually, I saw you.""And
Gustavo had just finished driving and maneuvering a forklift. When he stepped out, he noticed a commotion of workers not far away. It seemed they were congratulating someone.“Hmm... Is it someone’s birthday?” Gustavo smiled and walked over to them.Gustavo realized that Kirk was the center of attention and stopped in his tracks.Kirk, for his part, smiled at Gustavo - mockingly? “Hey, Gus! Come hear the big news!”Gustavo approached with disbelief in his eyes. “Are you going to keep working here?”“Your dream has come true!” Kirk exclaimed so loudly that even those who weren’t close could hear. “I’m going to work somewhere else!”The phrase made a few heads turn toward Gustavo. What? He was hoping Kirk would get fired?Gustavo noticed that those who turned to him did not have friendly expressions.“Hey, take it easy! I didn’t mean to dig Kirk’s grave.”“What did you want with our friend then?” someone asked.“I wanted to know, at my father’s request, if Kirk would be staying with us
Elaine and Liz continued to discuss their plan. “Did you expect to achieve something after falling onto the coffee table?” Liz asked. Elaine stood up and went to a table where a thermos was placed. While pouring two cups, she replied, “I need to confess something. The whole thing was my idea.” Liz’s eyes widened. “You... planned to fall onto my coffee table?” “It all happened so fast, more of an impulse than a plan,” Elaine responded, approaching her friend with the cups. Liz picked one of the cups, replying, “You were being pulled by the hair by Patricia, caught a glimpse of the coffee table, and decided to throw yourself onto it so that I would think it was Patricia who maliciously threw you onto it. That way, my reaction of horror and outrage would be genuine.” “Exactly, girl. That’s why I winked at you to calm down.” Elaine sat back down, balancing her cup in her left hand. “Elaine, you took a huge risk!” Liz was flabbergasted. “You could have hurt yourself badly, bleed to
Liz visits Golden Letters and opens Elaine’s office door. “Elaine, can I have a word with you?” “Liz! Come in, my friend!” Elaine smiled and gestured. Liz hurriedly closed the door as if it were necessary. Elaine continued, “I’ve called you several times.” “Sorry, friend. I wanted to visit you on Sunday, but I was busy.” Liz pulled out a chair and sat down. “That’s alright. I was discharged; it wasn’t anything serious.” Elaine winked. “Are you sure, friend?” Liz decided to take a chance and asked, “It seemed like I saw you wink at me...” “Yes, I was fine. You were so desperate, thinking I was going to bleed to death.” Elaine was carefree. “That’s what I thought.” Liz calmed down. “Still, I made sure to cause the biggest scene in the clinic’s lobby, blaming Patty for everything.” “And did it work?” Elaine’s eyes sparkled. “Not exactly.” Liz shook her head. “Our husbands showed up and killed my buzz.” Elaine’s excitement faded. “As always, Matt defending that shameless trou
Silva Oil Company, Ronaldo’s office, around ten in the morning. Jackson explains to Ronaldo why Gustavo might not be suitable to be a model. “Gustavo is trying too hard, insisting too much, being inappropriate. That’s not how things work,” Jackson said with authority. “Take my case: I NEVER thought about being famous. All I wanted was to stay in my corner, posting my routine on social media. The thing is, people who make things happen discovered me, prepared me, and the rest you already know.” “I get it. When it’s meant to happen, it will happen. No rush, no anxiety – and without being a pain in the neck,” Ronaldo laughed. “Did he happen to approach you again?” “Patty ended up talking about Vasconcelos Fabrics, and he had that gleam in his eyes as if we had already made plans!” Jackson exclaimed, exasperated. Ronaldo lost some of his excitement. “Jackson, do you suspect that this Gustavo is getting too close to my fiancée?” “The guy really thinks he’s the best thing since sliced
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