The sun streamed through the window of Elaine's office at Golden Letters. Jonah stood at the entrance, an expression of discontent etched onto his features.He had come seeking answers, and the familiar sight of Elaine felt comforting amid his turmoil.“Elaine, it’s great to see you here!” he exclaimed, a hint of forced cheerfulness in his voice.Elaine looked up from her desk, her smile brightening the space. “Good morning, Jonah! Wow, I’ve never been welcomed like this by anyone before.”Jonah raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curving into a playful smirk. “Not even by your husband?”Elaine seemed to hesitate for a moment, her expression turning cautious. “My husband welcomes me fine anywhere. The photos for the cover of your new novel turned out excellent, didn’t they?” She swiftly redirected the conversation, attempting to steer them away from more personal topics.Jonah settled into a chair, adopting a posture that was both inquisitive and filled with irony. “Yes, the ph

Cindy's in her office over the stacks of paper and the cluttered desk. Andreia entered with a smile, her cheerful demeanor contrasting sharply with the dejected figure seated behind the desk. Cindy, deep in thought, barely registered Andreia's presence.“Cindy,” Andreia said, her tone bright and hopeful. “I just got a call from Dr. Almeida. He said my son will be discharged tomorrow. Could you write an article about it?”Cindy looked up, her attention wandering. “Huh? Andreia? Did you say something?”“Of course I said something,” Andreia replied with a hint of a smirk. “The real question is whether you heard me.”Cindy blinked, as if waking from a daydream. “Sorry, I was thinking about something else.”“And what exactly were you thinking about?” Andreia pressed, her smile widening. “About your dad’s channel?”Cindy’s eyes widened in surprise. “You watched it?”Andreia nodded cautiously. “I have to admit, I didn’t ‘like’ the video since he was talking about my nephew. But I did subscri

In the heart of Urban Magazine, Cindy’s office buzzed with a surprising energy. Cindy’s face showed how she’s working intently at her desk. Her fingers danced over the keyboard, typing up everything she had gleaned from Nathan’s interview. A radiant smile adorned her face, her eyes sparkling excitement and satisfaction.The door swung open, and Andreia stepped inside, her presence bringing a rough contrast to the scene. Cindy looked up, her smile widening.“Cindy, dear, how was the interview?” Cindy’s voice was filled with cheerful anticipation.“Your son is in love, Andreia!”Andreia’s expression shifted subtly, her eyes narrowing slightly as she managed to suppress a flicker of distaste. “Really? Did he mention the lucky girl’s name?”Cindy’s eyes twinkled as she nodded. “Who else could it be? He mentioned her name — Bella, the girl he was with in the car.”Andreia’s lips twisted into a sour frown. “The escort he was sleeping with—”Cindy shook her head vigorously. “No, Andreia, tha

Sterling Mansion, Matthew’s suite.Matthew and Elaine stirred awake in the soft embrace of the sheets. They both jolted slightly at the sound of their alarm clocks beeping in unison, a fitting prelude to the day ahead.“Good morning, darling! How was your sleep?” Matthew’s voice was warm, with affection as he turned to face Elaine.“Wonderful, my love,” she replied, her smile brightening the room, reflecting the gentle morning light.For a moment, they lay there, reveling in the simplicity of the morning quiet.Matthew, seemingly deep in thought, broke the spell of tranquility. “Before I went to bed, I was thinking…”Elaine perked up, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “About what?”Leaning against the plush headboard, Elaine offered him her full attention, while Matthew remained nestled under the covers, his mind racing.“To keep any rumors from leaking to the press that we’re having issues, we could meet our grandparents in the Caribbean and have our well-deserved honeymoon. What do

In Matthew’s suite, the scene could be described as some quiet chaos. Elaine stood by the entrance, her hand poised on the doorknob as she turned to face Sheila, who was already dressed for the day.With delicate fingers, Sheila adjusted her mother-of-pearl earrings, an elegant choice for her position at work.“Hi, Sheila! Do you want to talk to Matt?” Elaine asked, her voice casual.Sheila raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. “I think I’d better come back another time.”Elaine shrugged, her resolve unshaken. “Well, I’m off to work.”“Darling, are you sure that’s wise? Matt told me what happened,” Sheila pressed, alluding to the situation occurred at Golden Letters.“Sheila, Jonah Lopes is our best writer. He will maintain discretion.” Elaine’s determination was evident, despite the trepidation flickering in her eyes.“Still, this is all my fault. I should have gone with you to talk to him,” Sheila admitted with regret.Elaine softened. “If you think it will help... Well, I