Here Comes the Lord

Chapter 509 You Can’t Buy Happiness

At Vasconcelos Company, in Gilson’s office, he and Claudia sat surrounded by papers. They were reviewing all of Briana’s promoted shows, deciding which to cancel.

A stack of printed programs lay between them. Despite boasting excellent viewership ratings, nearly every single show had been crossed out with aggressive red pen strokes — driven more by personal spite than professional logic.

“I wonder if my brother finally stopped fooling around and came to work,” Gilson muttered, squinting at the paperwork.

Claudia slammed her hand down on the desk, scattering documents and breaking one of her perfectly manicured nails.

“Forget those perverts, my love!” she snapped. “Don’t you see we have a golden opportunity here?”

Gilson leaned forward, narrowing his eyes. “You’re right. While no one’s paying attention, we can axe all these shows no one watches.”

At that moment, Katrina stormed in and slammed the door shut with a loud bang, sighing heavily.

“Hello, darling,” Claudia greeted, almost as