Sheila, stunning in her pearl-colored dress, was thrilled when she received a visit from Jonah Lopes.“Darling!” She approached and they both kissed.Some flashes popped.Jonah stepped back and smiled, “Oops, looks like we’ve been caught.”“Who cares?” Sheila giggles like a teenager, “You’ll need some publicity when you finally publish your book.”“I don’t understand the ‘finally’.” Jonah plays dumb.“Don’t be coy. The world eagerly awaits your acclaimed book! They say it will surpass all previous ones.” Sheila speaks as if she were a fan (maybe she really is).“Let’s talk about that later.” Jonah and Sheila go to their table, “Now I want to know about this charity auction.”Sheila picked up a brochure and handed it to him, “Here. The money raised from this auction will go towards the water and sanitation treatment of Lion’s Den. Matt is very committed to turning that horrendous slum into a dignified place for the citizens there.”“Isn’t the city hall responsible for that department?”

Jackson thought he had misheard when Matthew told him he was fired from the Happy Snack Bar.“Huh... Matt, what did I do wrong?” Jackson furrowed his brow.“Your mistake wasn’t realizing that I don’t want to fire you for doing something wrong,” Matthew replied with a laugh.“That’s not very funny...” Jackson took another sip of his brandy.“Jackson, pay attention to your life.” Matthew leaned forward, “What’s a renowned model like you doing in a snack bar?”“I’d be working quietly.” Jackson asserted.“No. You would be hiding from the world. I’m sure your parents would like to see you reach new heights. Look at Patty. Do you think she needs or deserves to go back to being a waitress at the kiosk after her victory at the charity auction?”“NO!” Jackson exclaimed, horrified.“Then why do you impose a similar condition on yourself? Think more of yourself, man! You have a degree in English, you can be an international model!”Jackson began to consider the possibility. Hadn’t Elaine suggest

At the Cardoso family’s house, no one wanted to tell the truth to Jasmine.Cindy cleared her throat unnecessarily, “Ahem... yes, dear Jasmine, the robbery was horrible. I handed over my purse, but the damn guy shot anyway. Aren’t we instructed to give them what they want?”“Unfortunately, that has been a constant in our country.” Germano helps his daughter, aware of her embarrassment.“Oh, but thank God you’re safe and sound.” Jasmine grins, “It’s a shame you missed the auction.”“I missed it?” Cindy laughed ironically, “While I was at home, the TV and the Internet wouldn’t stop talking about it. The auction was broadcast live on the Internet. I know Vicente Gouveia performed live and Patty said something absurd about people downloading his music illegally.”Zilda and Germano laugh scornfully, knowing that’s not exactly what Patricia said.Jasmine, however, rolls her eyes and echoes the slanders, “Yes, Patricia Borges was the shame of the auction. Thankfully, she passed the baton to T

In Edmund’s office, he was nervous about having to give Matthew news that he didn’t want to hear.“Mr. Sterling... I’m very sorry to tell you that, unfortunately, we haven’t been able to find any evidence or explanation for the arrival of that painting here.”“What do you mean?” Matthew was surprised.“I mean that, at the moment, we don’t know if that painting came here by mail, by personal delivery, or if it appeared by magic!” Edmund exclaims, sitting at the desk.“So we don’t have the name of the person, or the ‘anonymous donor’?” Matthew sits on the avocado-colored sofa, “At least this proves ONE thing.”“What?”“This painting came with a purpose. And it’s malicious.” Matthew strokes his chin, thinking.“What should we do? Is Mr. Rios available to talk?” Edmund swallows hard.“Patty suggested that.” Matthew sighs, “We’ll probably have to return some of the money as compensation. I can’t promise the exact amount because we have already started investing the money.”“I know. They st

At the Gibraltar Club, Patricia and Othon meet to talk. A waiter had already served them gin and tonic.“Mr. Rios...”“Please, call me Othon. I’m an artist, not a formal politician,” Othon jokes, always charismatic.Patricia laughs, relaxing. “Okay, Othon. Unfortunately, I need to make you furious and curse at me.”Othon takes a sip of his drink, interested. “And may I know the reason for that?”“Well, something unforgivable happened during the auction.” Patricia becomes serious.“Hmm... what a coincidence... they talked to me yesterday about the auction and the painting I bought.” Othon smiles slightly.“I hope it wasn’t to gossip.” Patricia looks apprehensive. She hurriedly continues, “Othon, unfortunately, what I have to tell you is that... Theodore Damascene raised questions about the authenticity of that painting.”Othon’s smile fades.“Excuse me? What did you say, Miss Borges?”Patricia sighs. “I know, we made an unforgivable mistake. I didn’t know that the painting ‘Sweet Journ