Inside the office of Grupo Durán's president.
-Mr. Durán, there was chaos in the crew of Emperatriz Santa today," the assistant stood in front of the large desk and said respectfully.
The man raised his eyelids slightly and asked:
-Tell me?
-The director wants to change the general designer and she got very angry and said a lot of swear words.
-I know.
-The general designer is ... Mrs....
The assistant had just learned of this matter and hurried to tell Leopoldo.
-I can see that," Leopold stiffened slightly, but then adjusted his mood, and responded with an unapproachable expression.
-Sir, do you want me to go talk to the director?
"Miss Ortiz is Mr. Durán's wife, won't he help her?"
-It's not necessary," Leopoldo said coldly, his eyes never leaving the computer screen for a moment.
-But...
-You can leave now.
"Who knows what he's thinking?"
The assistant didn't dare ask any more questions, after all, that was what the boss wanted, and he had no right to interfere in his private affairs.
The chief only told him to pay attention to Ms. Ortiz, but did not ask him to help her.
-Yes, sir," the attendant went out and gently closed the door.
Midnight.
A black Maybach limousine parked silently in front of the villa. The man sitting inside and his features were stern, which seemed extraordinarily mysterious in the night.
He seemed to be thinking about something, his eyes fixed on the dimly lit room on the second floor of the villa.
"Is she still awake?"
Leopoldo got out of the car and entered the villa. When he reached the living room, he saw that the maid was carrying a bowl of chicken soup in her hand and wanted to go up to the second floor.
Seeing him, the nanny was quick to ask:
-Sir, have you eaten yet?
Leopoldo knocked on the door and Mariana's tired voice came from inside the room:
-I'm very well, I have no appetite for food right now, thank you.
She was learning all that boring old costume knowledge and didn't want anyone to interrupt her.
But she had been working day and night for the past two days and learning about costume design, now she was feeling a little overwhelmed. By this midnight, she was so tired she didn't even want to talk.
I was very sleepy and wanted to sleep very much....
But the nanny was concerned about her health and wanted to prepare a delicious meal for her, so she unconsciously thought that the person outside the studio was the maid.
He didn't raise his head and said softly toward the door that he didn't want to eat now.
But the person who came did not speak, and the sound of leather shoes clacking against the floor seemed very evident in the small studio.
The maid used to wear slippers, so where did the sound of leather shoes come from?
Mariana looked up from her book and her eyes suddenly dilated, full of disbelief.
"Am I too sleepy? Am I hallucinating? Is the person outside Leopoldo?"
Mariana rubbed her dry eyes and fixed her gaze. She really hadn't made a mistake. The person who came was really him.
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