Patricia arrives home after a ride with Fernando, finding Jackson waiting in swim trunks."You finally learned, huh?" Patricia remarks with a smirk.Jackson chuckles, "I want to look decent in front of you guys," before his expression turns serious. "Sis, we need to have a serious talk."As Patricia settles onto the couch, removing her shoes, she senses the weight of the oncoming conversation."Why do I feel like the conversation will disagree with my plans to move into the penthouse?" she asks with trepidation in her voice."Because I don't want you to repeat the same mistake with Matt," Jackson responds seriously.Patricia freezes mid-motion, her eyes widening in shock.******Abner enters in Matthew's suite to find his grandson scowling at his computer."My grandson, dinner is ready. Aren't you going to come down to eat?" Abner inquires."Not hungry, grandpa," Matthew replies curtly, his frustration evident.Abner tries to lighten the mood. "Such a shame. We have baked macaroni tod

Silence falls over the Empire Sterling headquarters' boardroom as Abner commands everyone's attention."Good morning, everyone. Thank you for taking time out of your schedules for this urgent meeting. It has come to my attention that certain members of this board are in disagreement with my choice to succeed me as president," Abner begins.Sheila casts mocking glances at each member, her smile dripping with sarcasm."I could say that I was upset because my grandson Matthew Sterling has proven himself to be someone who knows how to work and solve problems, someone who can handle adversity. Yes, he may not have the same experience as us, but he is learning quickly. The creation of the online course platform, 'Ste-learning,' has been a success with honorable reviews on the internet," Abner continues.Matthew maintains a serious demeanor as if the meeting isn't about him.Abner goes on, "But I don't believe my feelings here matter. What you want are facts. Well, let's get to the facts: Al

In the spacious confines of the Empire Sterling Headquarters, the Grand Meeting reaches its conclusion."Those in favor of Matthew as my successor, raise your hands," Abner declares, his voice carrying authority.Simultaneously, hands ascend, revealing allegiances.Alice, already sporting a victorious grin, observes with satisfaction as the majority favor Matthew.Still, Alice meticulously counts the votes, ensuring transparency prevails.A glance at the whiteboard confirms the outcome: 17 votes in favor of Matthew, against 15 for Nathan.Celebration erupts amongst the victors. Some directors who voted for Nathan even applauded in a display of sportsmanship.Nathan's disbelief is palpable, mirrored by Alfredo's mounting fury, evidenced by clenched fists and a scowl deep enough to suggest an impending breakdown.Sheila, ever composed, acknowledges the silent observers, who weigh the candidates' merits with deliberation."Darling, the dispute has finally ended," Alice exclaims proudly,

Inside the dimly lit Gibraltar Club, Alfredo sits alone at a secluded table, drowning his sorrows in a haze of alcohol.His tie is crooked and pulled down, his hair is disheveled, and his eyes are already red, showing signs of drunkenness.Unbeknownst to him, Hélio and Abner, engrossed in their celebratory conversation, take a nearby table, oblivious to Alfredo's presence."Man, I'm thrilled for you. Matt's a stand-up guy," Hélio remarks with genuine happiness.Abner nods in agreement, having skepticism in his expression by seeing Hélio still friendly to him."It's incredible how you still hold him in such high regard after everything your daughter went through."Alfredo, eavesdropping on their exchange, strains to focus through the haze of alcohol."My daughter's a fighter, Abner. She's with Ron now, and will live with me yet," Hélio reveals proudly.Abner, taken aback, inquires, "Really? I thought she'd be moving into the penthouse.""No. My little girl won't play house until she's

Night descends upon the Borges residence.The intercom's shrill ring echoed through the foyer.Roused from her activities in the kitchen, Patricia hurried to answer the call."I'm coming!" she called out, reaching for the intercom."Hello, good evening?" Patricia greeted as she pressed the button."Patricia, it's Elaine Prates. Can I come in? I need to talk to you," Elaine's voice crackled through the speaker.Intrigued, Patricia swung the gate open, granting Elaine entry.Moments later, Elaine stepped into the foyer, her face serious and unwelcoming."Good evening, Elaine. Are you sure you came to talk to me? Shouldn't it be Jackson?" Patricia quipped, noting Elaine's chilly reception."Why would I talk to Jackson?" Elaine retorted dryly, her tone curt."He knows you better than I do. Or would it be my Mom? She's in the room, writing the next novel," Patricia teased lightly, attempting to diffuse the tension."I'll discuss this matter with your mother at Golden Letters. I really need