Chapter 6 - THE HUSBAND'S FURY
Within an hour of being thrown onto the pavement, Estela was inside her husband's luxury SUV, dialing his number with shaking fingers while hyperventilating into her phone.
"Carlos! You have to do something! I've been humiliated! Destroyed!" she sobbed hysterically into the receiver.
Carlos Silva, one of São Paulo's most ruthless real estate moguls, frowned at his desk in downtown São Paulo. "Estela, slow down. What are you talking about? Who humiliated you?"
"Marcos Albuquerque! The owner of Casa D’Ouro!" she cried. "He threw me out! In front of everyone! Because of... because of my maid! That wretched old woman we hired last month!"
Carlos’s expression darkened. He had spent years cultivating relationships with the city's elite, and Marcos Albuquerque was a rising star he desperately needed on his side for a massive new commercial development project in the upscale Jardins district. If Marcos had publicly banned his wife, it would send shockwaves through the business community.
"You got thrown out of Casa D’Ouro over a maid?" Carlos roared, standing up from his leather executive chair. "Are you insane? Do you know how much capital I have tied up in networking with those circles? What did you do?"
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"I didn't do anything!" Estela lied desperately, her voice shrill. "I just told her to wait outside while I had lunch! It's normal! And Marcos went insane, accused me of mistreating her, and had me thrown out like trash! You have to ruin him, Carlos. Use your city permits, call the health inspectors, do whatever it takes! Shut his restaurant down!"
Carlos rubbed his temples, a headache forming behind his eyes. He didn't care about the maid; he cared about his pride and his portfolio. "Stay where you are. Come home. I'll handle this. But if you've cost me this partnership, Estela, you're going to be living in a very different kind of house."
