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
Back to the Sterling Empire Headquarters, Matthew sat at his desk, his eyes fixed on the computer screen as he sifted through reports with an intense focus.The quiet of the room was broken by a soft knock at the door — three gentle taps that barely interrupted his concentration.“Young Matthew…” Evan’s voice was cautious as he entered.Matthew looked up, his attention shifting from the screen. “Yes?”“I need to inform you about something that happened. You know… your order with the Bento family guys?” Evan’s tone was hesitant, as though he was treading on delicate ground.Matthew’s interest was piqued, and he leaned forward slightly. “Speak. Did they fulfill the agreement?”Evan approached the desk, his posture tense, and swallowed hard. “Uh… Their superior said that, for your sake, they won’t eliminate Nathan so you won’t be accused.”Matthew’s dissatisfaction was evident as his expression darkened. “What does that mean?”“They fear you might be implicated. After all, you just becam
In Andreia’s office at Urbano Magazine, the calm outside was a rough contrast to the chaos within.Andreia sat at her desk, her phone ringing incessantly. Each call seemed to demand more of her attention than the last, adding to the mounting stress she was struggling to manage.“I know, I KNOW!” Andreia’s voice was strained as she spoke into the phone. “But unfortunately, my son no longer works here; that’s a reality we have to accept. I’ll send you everything by email because he left here without resolving almost anything…”As the call ended, Andreia sighed deeply, trying to regain her composure.She barely noticed Vicente entering the room until he moved directly to her side and gently took the phone from her hand.“Dear, hello… I didn’t see you come in,” Andreia said, a mix of surprise and exhaustion in her voice.“That’s the problem,” Vicente replied, his tone more serious than usual. “You’re working too much.”Andreia’s face softened as she looked up at him. “Aww, the hubby came
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