Stacey sat behind her desk in her office, engaged in a conversation with a group of clients who had once been faithfully served by her rival, Alana. Stacey had managed to instigate them to join her side, showcasing her persuasive skills and business acumen. It had been a long, productive discussion, and she felt a sense of satisfaction as the women and men finally departed, seemingly content with their decision.Just as Stacey was about to take a moment to relish her triumph, her attention was abruptly diverted by the entrance of an unexpected visitor. It was Rocco's right-hand man, a figure known for his loyalty to his boss and his reputation for being formidable. Stacey's lips curled into an evil smirk as she observed him stepping into her office, already anticipating the potential benefits this encounter might bring.With an air of confidence, Stacey leaned back in her chair and locked eyes with the right-hand man. Her voice dripped with intrigue as she inquired.“And what brings

Alana let out a sigh as she sat down and Brigitte handed her a cup of coffee. It was early in the afternoon. Brigitte came to visit her after what happened. “It's not your fault, Alana…” Brigitte said seeing how worked up Alana was. It had been days and Alana seemed to be running away from Ricardo. She spent her time overworking. “It's my fault… I ordered the food…how careless of me…he will never forgive me,” it was easy for Brigitte to say. But she saw that look in Ricardo's eyes. The love he had for his son. “Ricardo loves you…he would never blame you for anything,” Brigitte tried to reason with Alana, but unfortunately, Alana couldn't see a way out. Ricardo was so angry that he shut down the entire restaurant and nearly had the owner jailed.“Not more than his son,” “It's all that girl's fault…who sent her and why did she do that,” Brigitte scoffed disdainfully and rose from the chair. It turned out that one of the employees at the restaurant poisoned the food. When Alana and R