Cindy took advantage of her break from the Urbano Magazine building to have lunch. She entered the Siren restaurant, intending to meet someone. Zilda was already waiting at a table and waved to her daughter. Cindy hurried over. “Daughter, I’m so happy to see you.” Zilda smiled, emotional. “We haven’t had a deep conversation since you left.” “And whose fault is that?” Cindy grimaced, mentally chiding herself. “I’m sorry, Mom. I didn’t call you for us to fight.” “Good thing, I don’t want to lose my appetite!” Zilda joked, picking up the menu. “I think I’ll have the spiced pork loin and buttered asparagus. It looks delicious; let’s see how it tastes.” Cindy commented. “Same here. And I want a petit gâteau for dessert.” Zilda chose. “Before we call the waiter, let’s talk, Mom.” Cindy leaned forward. “How is my father’s schedule?” Zilda’s expression darkened, already knowing what her daughter wanted to discuss. “He prepared today’s agenda.” “Mom, my father cannot record that video
At the Siren restaurant, Zilda and Cindy continued to discuss the upcoming video that Germano wants to record accusing Patricia and Jackson of being involved with the drug network plaguing Lion’s Den. “Mom, I need to tell you one more reason my father shouldn’t get involved with this nonsense of idle madams,” Cindy informed her, grabbing her purse. The waiter appeared serving the appetizers. Zilda thanked him and picked up the right utensils to eat. Cindy removed the envelope with the mysterious note. Zilda held her breath. “A note addressed to you?” “It wasn’t ‘addressed.’ Someone showed up at Urbano and asked the doorman to deliver it to me.” Zilda read the message and felt her heart race. “This can’t be, daughter. How did they find out you were interested?” “I just wrote an article talking more about Kirk Camargo than the drug dealing network,” Cindy stated. “But earlier today, while I was filming the Silva Oil Company commercial with Patty and Jackson, I tried to interview
Siren Restaurant, noon.Cindy and Zilda were more fearful than before after their last conversation.“Mom, do you still want Dad to record the video today?”“Of course not, dear! I never wanted that in the first place!” Zilda exclaimed horrified.“Then we need a plan of action.” Cindy put her hand on her chin.The waiter served the main course to the two of them. Zilda thanked him once again.“Dear, the waiter leaves our plates, but you don’t thank him. Be more polite.”“Huh?” Cindy shook her head. “Sorry, Mom. I was lost in thought.”“Matt promised to be a big help, right?” Zilda smiled. “If we were in a different situation...”“Yes, Matt is starting to care about me again.” Cindy smiled, but then grew serious as she said, “That’s why I need to stop my dad from doing this madness. Matt will think I had something to do with it too.”“When we finish dessert, I’ll head straight home to have a serious talk with your dad.” Zilda promised.“I think that might not be enough.” Cindy looked i
Elaine returned to Golden Letters.“Augusto, is everything ready for Vanda Borges’ book signing session tomorrow?”“Everything is ready, Elaine. It just needs to arrive on Saturday.” Augusto replied cheerfully.Elaine smiled. “Great. Everything is going according to the plan. Matt said he intends to go, so the occasion needs to be perfect.”She sat down at the desk. “I wonder if Cindy and Patty are still in a truce.”“Why the question?” Augusto raised his eyebrows.“I don’t want any fights to break out during the event,” Elaine replied sincerely.Suddenly, the door opened, and Cindy walked in, already retorting, “There won’t be any fights if you don’t get in my way!”Elaine jumped in her chair. Augusto spun on his heels.“Miss Cardoso, how did you get in?” Augusto asked, almost out of breath.“Nayla let me pass.” Cindy smiled mockingly. “She wasn’t paying much attention.”Elaine grimaced. “Is this my business, Cindy?”“Yes, ‘Mrs. Sterling’,” Cindy replied sourly, though still smiling.
Zilda arrived at the Cardoso family’s house out of breath. The run gave her a slight headache.Heading to the kitchen, she lamented, “Ouch, I shouldn’t have run on a full stomach. I’d better take an aspirin and calm down before I get indigestion.”As Zilda searched for aspirin in the drawers or cabinets, Germano approached her.“Where have you been, woman? I had lunch alone.”“OW!” Zilda turned to him. “Didn’t I tell you? I had lunch with Cindy!”Germano smiled nostalgically and sat down at the table. “Really? Tell me how our daughter is doing.”“She’s fine, dear,” Zilda remarked, turning back to the drawers. “In fact, she’s much better living with Jackson and the Borges family.”“I didn’t exactly want to hear that...” Germano lost some of his cheer.“Jeez, dear, you need to root for our daughter’s happiness— AH-HA!” Zilda grabbed the bottle containing the aspirin.Germano bounced in his chair. Was that really necessary?While Zilda filled a glass of water from the activated charcoal
At the Cardoso family’s house, Germano is surprised by Zilda’s vehemence about him not being protected from Matthew’s wrath.“Dear, why are you making such a fuss about this? Elaine and Liz gave their word and signed it in writing. We have an agreement!”Zilda smiled disdainfully. “Don’t be naive. If Matt finds out about your video, he’ll question Elaine furiously. If Elaine feels she’s going to lose Matt, she’ll deny everything and put all the blame on you.”“But why would Matt conclude that Elaine had anything to do with the video?” Germano crossed his arms. “Unless he’s still very interested in Patty Borges, proving that he still loves her.”“Maybe... but you can be sure he’ll come after you too.” Zilda moved closer to him. “So, what are you going to say?”“I’ll say the video wasn’t meant to attack anyone.” Germano shrugged. “I don’t intend to make any direct accusations, woman! Of course, no one will believe me if I say that Patricia Borges is some Lady of the Crime.”Zilda twirle
Andrade Clinic, afternoon.It was a huge sun in Blue Cove, causing the receptionists to turn up the air conditioning. The patients coming in from the street felt the comforting difference. Linda was one of the enthusiasts.“That’s right, let’s keep the environment nice and chilly so we don’t stink from sweating,” She said to her fellow receptionists.Vicente entered the lobby and felt the difference too.“WOW! It feels great to be inside here. Hey, am I going to suffer from a thermal shock?”Linda turned to the speaker and jumped when she saw who it was.“How can we help you, sir?” another receptionist asked.“I need to have a chat with Linda Alvares,” Vicente asked kindly.“That’s me, Mr. Gouveia.” Linda raised her hand hesitantly.“Good afternoon, miss!” Vicente extended his hand and she shook it. “Do you know who I am?”“You’re the famous pianist and influencer,” Linda answered shyly.“It’s a pleasure. Where can we talk privately?”“Come with me.” Linda led Vicente to the last row
At the Sterling Empire Headquarters, the gentlemen were in an uproar upon learning that Sheila had been kidnapped. Thomas asked, extremely worried, “How is Mrs. Sterling?” Matthew replied, “Lawrence Vieira, her current boyfriend and PR for Golden Letters, found her in captivity and rescued her. I strongly suspect that Vicente Gouveia wanted to give us a scare.” The gentlemen were surprised and whispered among themselves. “Is the police investigating?” “Certainly, although there’s a strange detail.” Matthew narrowed his gaze. “The police took Mr. Vieira’s call as a prank and didn’t investigate the report.” More expressions of outrage and indignation among those present. “Is Mrs. Sterling at the mansion? I will send my wife to keep her company.” “Yes, gentlemen, my mother has already given her statement to Sergeant Carvalho and is at home. I appreciate your gestures of solidarity.” Everyone stood up, showing solidarity with Matthew. Thomas patted Matthew’s right shoulder, “If
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