Sarah Paes is Brazilian and never gives up. Here she is, walking through the halls of Rocha Constructions, her smile lit up by a charismatic grin, with an elegant canvas bag filled with resumes. She looked like a sower spreading the seed of love across the barren fields of this world. As she approached Tony’s desk, she smiled as she pulled out yet another resume, taking care not to let the papers get wrinkled inside her bag. “Good morning! I came to leave my resume for the assistant position,” she said. “Huh? Beautiful young lady, there is no assistant position.” Tony tried to explain gently. “The job openings are posted on our official website. You can apply there and fill out your information.” “These days, everything is computerized, right?” Sarah commented, maintaining her stance. “That’s right, it’s to make life easier for young ladies like you,” Tony played along. “I can tell you’ve been walking in this scorching sun, handing out resumes.” “Thank you, but I need to show th

At Café Montanha, Neilton was tending the counter while Rodrigo was in the kitchen. Some baked goods were in the oven while Rodrigo monitored the coffee maker.“Yeah... Beto Reis is leaving after many years here.”Nadia nodded sadly. “Rose is at the building, saying goodbye to her dad. He will be missed.”Suddenly, the couple heard voices.“They’re inside.” Neilton was saying.“Thank you.” It was Maggie’s voice. Then she entered. “Hi, everyone! Can someone confirm if what I’m hearing is just gossip?”“If I can help...” Rodrigo joked.“Well, it’s about Beto Reis?” Nadia jumped in. “It’s not gossip. He is indeed moving to Belo Horizonte to be closer to family. Pete will take over the building.”Maggie nodded. “I’m aware of that and plan to run an article in the Maggiezine. But I’m referring to Erasmo and Olivia Vasquez.”Nadia smiled teasingly. “PFF... no, that’s not gossip either. Erasmo and Olivia are apparently traveling to Spain.”“Why did I sense emphasis on ‘apparently’?” Maggie a

Teodoro Building, the next day. Pedro and Daniela are in the lobby, attending to their tasks. Pedro checks on who is defaulting on rent while Daniela sweeps the floor. Some tenants pass by and greet them. Sarah is the next to come down, wearing a stylish gray suit. “Good morning, Reis family!” “Good morning, Sarah,” Daniela replied. “Wow, that suit looks great on you.” “Thank you. I finally got a job. Consider the next rent payment taken care of,” Sarah commented, beaming. Pedro pointed to the computer. “That’s good, I was getting worried.” “PETE!” Daniela lightly scolded him, causing Sarah to laugh. “Well, I need to go.” Sarah positioned herself at the gate. Pedro pressed the button to open the electronic gate. But someone took the opportunity to come in: Felipe. Felipe almost bumped into Sarah as he entered. “Oh, excuse me... you left a resume at Crystal Blue the other day, didn’t you?” “Yes, thank you for your attention,” Sarah replied, somewhat annoyed at being reminded

Pedro entered Café Montanha, finding Rodrigo and Neilton.“Good morning, Pete! How about a little cup of coffee...” Neilton interrupted himself, noticing the stormy expression on his friend and landlord’s face. “Or should we go with chamomile tea?”“Bring me some tea that has the strongest effect to calm my nerves, please, Neil!” Pedro slumped down on the stool.“Tough day, and it’s not even noon yet, Pete?” Rodrigo tried to help.“You don’t know the half of it. My dad just moved out, and Felipe showed up at the building, apparently wanting to know how we were doing!” Pedro slammed his fist on the counter, startling the owner.“Uh... maybe Felipe just wanted to check on you...” Rodrigo ventured a suggestion.“He knows I want him far away from my dad’s building!” Pedro replied aggressively.Neilton returned from the kitchen with the aforementioned chamomile tea. “It wasn’t made recently, but it’s still warm.”“Thanks.” Pedro took a few sips. “What do I do, Rod? After all, he’s your cou

General Hospital, Matthew’s office. Matthew was meeting with J.J. and Dylan, discussing his patient who was hospitalized — the only one among the injured from the Lafayette Supermarket accident who needed more medical care. “Gentlemen, here I have the final report on patient Arlindo Cintra.” Matthew distributed copies of the tests. “Do I really deserve to see something like this?” J.J. asked, uncertain but taking the document. “I thought these things were confidential.” “Generally, they are.” Matthew explained. “But since we’re dealing with an exceptional case involving the police and a possible trial, here you go.” Dylan read patiently, going to the end. “Nothing serious happened.” “That’s right.” Matthew nodded. “Mr. Cintra will stay a few more days, but he will be discharged and released. If his family still insists on suing the supermarket or the Bezerra farm, I believe the settlement will be reached more easily.” J.J. sighed deeply. “Thank goodness. If the guy had died, th