Elaine and Nathan meet at the Gibraltar Club. They are literally the first customers there.A few waiters are still cleaning the tables."Good morning. Please, have a seat!" One of them directed the couple to a table that was already clean.Elaine sat down with a somber expression while Nathan couldn’t stop smiling."Two shots of brandy, double for my friend," Nathan ordered.The waiter stepped away."I don’t know why you’re so cheerful," Elaine grumbled."Are you regretting accepting my invitation?" Nathan leaned forward."No. I just don’t quite understand why," Elaine sighed."You accepted my invitation to talk and vent," Nathan answered for her. "Tell me, Elaine: why weren’t there any photos of you with Matt at Jacqueline Andrade’s party?""I wasn’t invited, damn it!" Elaine literally spat the words."Calm down! I’m here to help," Nathan grinned."Can you contact the Bento family to get rid of Jacqueline Andrade?" Elaine asked sourly."No, but I can try something. Is she also inter
At Andrade Clinic, Linda Alvares is at the reception desk, noticing how slow the traffic is. This meant there were fewer patients, fewer sick people — thank God.With some free time, she decided to open a tab on the computer and started browsing the Internet. When she accessed the famous LCN website, Linda felt a shiver down her spine.In the article covering Jacqueline’s party, there was a photo of her dancing seductively with Walter!Below the photo, the sensationalist caption read: ‘Who is the mysterious girl who has captivated the heart of the Andrade Clinics heir?’“Damn gossip mongers!” Linda complained out loud.Walter and Charles walked in at that moment, chatting animatedly.“The girl stole your heart, according to the article, huh?” Charles commented jokingly.“Dad, you’re old enough to know that you can’t believe everything the media says.” Walter replied, pretending to be offended.Turning and catching Linda’s eye, Walter widened his mischievous smile.Linda blushed, still
Matthew is now at headquarters, working diligently on the computer. Little by little, he discovers more and more branches of his conglomerate. For example...“Hey, Evan, it says here that we have our own printing press to print the Urbano magazine and the books we publish through Golden Letters,” Matthew says, like a child discovering a new toy.Evan smiles in agreement. “Your grandfather thought of everything.”The door opens, and Elaine rushes in, anxious and breathing heavily. It looks like she’s been running.“Darling?” Matthew doesn’t react with the concern Elaine was expecting. “What happened? Did a creep try to assault you?”“No one dares lay a finger on Matthew Sterling’s fiancée.” Elaine closes the door, disappointed. “Evan, I need to speak privately with my fiancé.”Elaine expected Evan to leave immediately.However, Evan first looked at Matthew, seeking his approval.Matthew nodded, and only then did Evan leave.Elaine was even more outraged. “WHAT? Why didn’t the secretary
Tuesday. Elaine is abruptly awakened from the sleep she barely managed to get after hours of crying in pain and despair. The calmness of sleep turned into extreme irritation when Elaine discovered it wasn't the alarm clock but her phone that woke her up! "Who could it be at this hour?" she grumbles as she picks up the phone. Seeing that it's Matthew's number, Elaine promptly answers, "Hello?" On the other end, Matthew is already dressed in a fine linen suit, sitting on the sofa of his suite. "Hello, Elaine. I need to meet with Lawrence Vieira today. Arrange the meeting." "WHAT?" Elaine is shocked to hear her fiancé's request. "Why didn't you tell me yesterday?" "You seemed to be asleep," Matthew didn't ask, he sort of accused Elaine. "I WAS asleep! I took a long time to fall asleep!" Elaine complained. "And why did you take so long to sleep?" Matthew provokes her. "Don't be impertinent, Matt. You know very well why I took so long to sleep. Besides, I intended to handle other
Meanwhile, in the apartment upstairs, the unconventional couple Sheila and Jonah is sprawled on the floor, tangled among the mattress, pillows, sheets, and blankets. The marital activity was so beastly and inhuman that the bed couldn't hold up and broke. But this didn't discourage Jonah, who continued to assert his authority and virility over Sheila without hesitation. Now, Sheila couldn't move a millimeter without feeling extreme and excruciating pain. It felt like she had been ground in a coffee grinder or run over by a tractor! Being on the floor reminded her of the agreement with the neighbor downstairs. With a hoarse voice from all the yelling and crying, she tried to speak, "We broke... the promise..." "Huh?" Jonah's interjection came out strong and normal, as if he hadn't expended an ounce of energy during the tumultuous activity that lasted all night. "The promise... Mr. Vieira..." Sheila turned her head to the side and tried to sleep. She was utterly exhausted! Jonah,
Matthew looked at Karl for the first time. Karl, in turn, felt ashamed to reunite with his son under these circumstances, openly talking about his mother's intimacy in front of strangers! Karl knew that Sheila and Jonah's relationship was known to Matthew. Matthew cleared his throat unnecessarily and closed Elaine's office door. The situation was quite embarrassing! "Er... Are you Lawrence Vieira? Nice to meet you, I'm Matthew Silva Sterling." Karl felt a twinge of disappointment realizing that Matthew didn't recognize him. Both gentlemen shook hands. Karl thought maybe it was better this way. For now, he needed to keep the secret. Besides, many years had passed, and Matthew wouldn't recognize Karl disguised as 'Lawrence.' "Lawrence Vieira, your new PR." "I assume you live in the same building as my mother and Mr. Lopes, correct?" Matthew asked, trying to be casual. "Excuse me for the rudeness, Mr. Sterling—" "No, you have nothing to apologize for. I recognize that those t
Brennon visited Jonah’s penthouse. The writer had to take another break from his relentless marathon when he heard the doorbell. Poor Sheila couldn’t even tell if she was still awake... Unable to find something to wear, Jonah grabbed one of his books from the dresser and went to the door, placing it between his legs. Opening the door, Brennon was startled. He hadn’t had this privilege yet, even though he was dating. “Mr. Lopes, it seems I interrupted you. I’ll come back another day...” It was the tone of Brennon’s voice that made Jonah insist. “Wait, you sound like you know why I missed the meeting.” Brennon, who had taken two steps back, returned and faced the writer. “Yes, and I apologize for that.” “What?” Jonah was astonished, his eyes widening. “Er...” Brennon scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed. “You don’t know? Your neighbor, Mr. Lawrence Vieira, lives downstairs. He complained that he could hear... your intimacy. But he let it slip when Matt was coming in!” Jo
The afternoon sun filtered softly through the blinds of Karl's office, casting stripes of light and shadow across the room.Vanda opened the door cautiously, her eyes catching sight of Karl, who was engrossed in the screen of a laptop he'd brought from his apartment. With a gentle click, she closed the door behind her.“Mr. Vieira, may I have a word with you?” Vanda’s voice was steady, though her tone carried a hint of curiosity.Karl looked up from his laptop, his expression shifting from focused to surprised. “Yes, Mrs. Borges. Any questions about our action plan?”Vanda hesitated, her fingers fiddling with the edges of her folder. “Actually, I wanted to ask you something a bit personal…”Karl’s demeanor softened as he adjusted his glasses, a smile creeping across his face. “Well, besides being business partners, I consider you a friend, Mrs. Borges. One of these days, invite me to dinner with your family.”A flicker of excitement danced in Vanda’s eyes. “That would be nice. My ques