Katrina was still in the dining room of Vasconcelos Mansion, sitting at the table, while her family had already finished breakfast. Claudia returned, wanting to steal some brioche or sweet potato bread that was left over, but was startled to see her daughter with her elbow on the table and her right hand supporting her chin. Her expression was like when she watched her teenage idols on TV. “Sweetheart... are you okay? Who are you dreaming about?” Claudia waved her hand in front of Katrina's face. Katrina seemed to snap out of a trance. “Uh... Mom, good morning.” “Don’t give me ‘good morning’.” Claudia pulled out the chair beside her and sat down. “You can vent.” “I have nothing to vent about.” Katrina avoided eye contact and picked up her powdered milk coffee cup. Taking a sip, Katrina made a horrible grimace: the coffee was colder than the North Pole. “Yeah, you've been there for ages.” Claudia chuckled. “Can you tell me why you weren’t with the rest of the family in the first

Gilson found himself facing a dilemma. Sandro, seated near his bed, was waiting for an answer.“Sandro, you have to understand that my daughter built a career,” Gilson finally said. “It won’t be easy to simply say she’s being fired from the family business.”“But just because it’s our company, should we tolerate unprofessional behavior among ourselves?” Sandro insisted.“Katrina’s mistake wasn’t landing the contract with Sodré Bank,” Gilson affirmed.“No, the mistake was always being in competition with Briana, and because of that, her refusal to believe her cousin when the investigation into Lawrence Sodré began,” Sandro concluded.“Is the guy definitely in jail?” Gilson raised his eyebrows.“Yes, his banking career is officially over.”“What does our mother think of this now?” Gilson tried to buy some time.“She ordered Katrina’s dismissal and even suggested Briana’s return. Briana, loyal to Glamour, preferred to stay there,” Sandro said, smiling proudly.Outside, Katrina and Claudi

In Thales's office, Director Cortez was conversing with the head screenwriter about the big “news” that would happen in ‘You Can’t Buy Happiness.’Director Cortez was smirking in a clearly mocking way. “Really? Will the character ‘Alex,’ played by Sérgio Saldanha, mysteriously be murdered towards the end of the season?”“Exactly. I’ve already instructed my team to outline that storyline. The involved actors will receive their scripts starting next week,” Thales replied soberly.“Does this by any chance have anything to do with the embarrassment our esteemed actor caused at your party yesterday?” Director Cortez knew the answer, but he wanted to hear Thales say it.“Maybe,” Thales shrugged, with a look that suggested he was dealing with a matter of minor importance.“All right. How did our dear actor react?” Cortez was eager to hear the hot gossip.“What did you expect?” Thales, always serious and reserved, began typing something on his computer. “He always has to make a scene. Sometim

Armando was surprised to hear that Sergio had been fired from the series. He looked at Briana, trying to understand her role in this matter. “Briana, do you want to talk to Sérgio about this? Did you have anything to do with it?” “Indirectly.” Briana scratched the back of her neck. “You know that things shouldn’t have gotten to this extreme. Yes, Sérgio was rude to me at Thales Miller’s little party, but there was no need to fire him over it!” Director Cortez was horrified. “Why not? Mrs. Ferro, you were the one backing the series from the beginning. Head Writer Miller holds you in high regard and is eternally grateful to you. I would do the same if I were in his place.” “Justice was served, Briana,” Armando assured her. “But you don’t understand...” Briana was on the verge of tears. She just wanted to resolve the matter peacefully. But it seems all men in the world have the same mentality as Mark! Speaking of which, another male appeared: Thales. Seeing Lady Ferro, he let ou

Sérgio’s dressing room door swung open abruptly. Sérgio was thrown inside as if he were a sack of cement. Then, Mark entered and slammed the door shut with a loud bang. Recovering his composure, Sérgio ran toward the door, thinking he could prevent his fate. But Mark remained standing at the door. His furious gaze told Sérgio that it was no use trying to open it. Sérgio took five steps back, not understanding why his complaint had escalated to such proportions, costing him even his job. Mark looked at the second-rate actor as if he were the stupidest being on Earth. “You still don’t get it, huh?” he broke the ominous silence. “What is there to understand?” Sérgio tried to mask his fear with bravado. “I understand very well! Your wife has the power by sleeping with the right guys who will benefit her in the future, and you, an insignificant husband, have to swallow all of it!” Mark’s kick to Sérgio sent him flying into the right wall, smashing him to pieces. “ARGH!” Mark rel