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I got that picture from Armando's phone.
I think that's the one sending him those poems.
Those pictures are a misunderstanding.
I'm with you and no one else.
Can I give you some advice? Be careful.
Marcela went through your phone
and found another woman's picture.
I'm going to be smart and get everything out of Armando,
but I'll do it the nice way.
Please excuse me. I didn't know you were busy.
Hi, I hope I haven't come at a bad time.
You're going to be the face of our new campaign?
Yes.
Well, if you approve it.
-You must be Betty. -Me?
"I throw myself here at your feet, sinful..."
"I dare not look at your pure eyes
or dare touch your miraculous hand..."
She knew the poem?
She's got no shame.
I want to kill her so bad I'm about to burst.
It's time to teach her a lesson.
How dare you?
Not only did you invite your lover here,
but now you're manhandling her in front of everyone!
What's going on?
You can drop the Little Miss Innocent routine.
I know that Armando has pictures of you in his phone!
What?
Armando has what?
You're shameless, boyfriend-stealing tramp.
Sending poems to Armando? How ridiculous!
You need to respect me.
You respect me first because you don't have the morals
or decency, much less the look, to promote our clothing.
I'm dead and I'm never coming back.
Clearly I don't belong here.
No, wait.
What have you done, Marcela?
You just ruined my future as a designer.
She lives in Europe with her husband,
We just missed out on a golden opportunity because of you,
Marcela.
What? Don't look at me like that.
I thought you two were involved
because of the picture of her in your phone.
You went through my phone?
I keep a picture of her
because Thompson mentioned her during a meeting.
I didn't think he'd want her as the face of the campaign.
I thought you...
Do you know what it would mean for someone like her
to wear Hugo's Nature collection?
Did the thought ever cross your mind?
It's not my fault.
Then whose fault is it? Tell me.
-Armand! -What do you want?
Oh, why are you yelling at me?
I just came to tell you that Thompson's on the line for you.
He says it's urgent.
Answer it.
Yes?
Armando, I thought I was dealing
with a serious businessman like Roberto,
but I realize now that's not the case.
Thompson, I can explain.
I don't want explanations.
I closed an expensive deal with Fiorella
and brought her to New York.
I did all the work.
Yes, and I apologize for what happened.
I'll need a lot more than an apology, Armando.
I'm very close to forgetting our agreement.
I'm warning you. If Fiorella leaves New York
without agreeing to be in the campaign,
I won't work with you and she'll leave tomorrow.
Thompson...
See?
We're in serious trouble.
Oh, last night was terrible. My back is killing me.
Mrs. Juli!
Wow, Nico!
-Look, Mrs. Juli! -You look fancy!
Don't I look dapper, Mrs. Juli?
Allow me to introduce you to Nicolas 2.1.
It just needs to be taken in here and there.
You won't believe how much I paid for this suit
at Mogollon's Market, Mrs. Juli.
I thought only Manhattan stores had what's in style.
Yes, and I visited a few, but they charge three times as much
because their clothes are perfect.
So I went to Mogollon's Market.
I got two suits for the price of one fancy one.
I also bought Mr. Deme a suit.
As you know, I ruined the suit he's going to be buried in.
They came with hats. Look, Mrs. Juli.
Which one will Mr. Deme want?
This one or this one?
Um... I don't think he'll want either,
but you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth.
Did you buy ties too?
Of course, Mrs. Juli! Mogollon's Market has it all.
Look at that!
Look!
They're very cool, right?
These seem too modern.
I doubt Mr. Deme will like any of these, right?
He won't. I'll keep them then.
I love them!
This one has dolphin print and this one is very cool.
Nicolas 2.1!
You look good, son.
I do, don't I, Mrs. Juli?
The fate of the deal rests with this woman.
Without her, there's no deal.
If we don't get that deal, the company is sunk!
Well, I'm actually very happy.
That'll teach Armand
that being unfaithful could cost him dearly.
What are you talking about? This affects us all!
Do you want to go home without a paycheck again?
What do you mean by that? Again?
You pay me peanuts,
and I have to bear the consequences
of your husband-to-be's infidelities?
I've thought about it, and I can only fix this
by tackling the root of the problem.
And that's what I'll do. Exactly that.
What do you mean by the root?
Oh, yeah!
I look very fashion forward.
Nicolas 2.0 is here to stay! Let's get to work right now.
First, I'll proceed to cancel my number
so it won't appear on Patricia's caller ID.
Let's see.
"What do you want, Patricia?"
What do you mean what do I want?
I just want to do my job.
If I take a five-minute break, I get, "Why aren't you working?"
With his eyes bulging out and his hair at its tallest.
I hate him!
What do you want?
Hi, Patri.
It's me, Mr. Mystery.
Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Mystery.
I thought you were a telemarketer.
They're such a pain. Don't you get their calls?
Well, I'm not exactly familiar with them
because my number is very exclusive.
Yes, I've noticed that.
It never shows up on my screen.
I'm actually calling you from a satellite phone
because I'm on my private jet right now.
Right.
I was just thinking about you.
Betty disappeared and I was sure you were worried,
you poor thing.
Patri, there are men who worry.
I take action.
It didn't sit well with me, though.
I was a little upset, but everything's fine now.
Yes, I understand.
I've also been very sad...
because you stood me up.
No, no.
No, Patri. I'm sorry.
Listen, let me tell you something.
Time is money.
Unfortunately, that's a gift and a curse.
But we're cool, right?
Oh, yes! We're cool.
We should reschedule.
We could go out to eat, have drinks.
I just think making up over a phone call is very impersonal.
If I'm going to make up with someone,
I'd rather do it face to face.
Yes, yes.
Yes, Patri. I'd prefer it face to face too.
So where are you taking me?
What do you say we meet at Le Blanc at 11:00 AM?
-Hi. -Hi!
We're looking for Fiorella Ferrara.
Um...
Sorry, but Fiorella explicitly asked
that nobody interrupt her
during the remainder of her stay.
I understand, but could you just tell her
that Marcela Valencia and Armando Mendoza from V&M
are here to speak with her, please?
-Let me try something. -What are you going to do?
Just wait and see.
Could you please...?
I'm sorry, but I have specific orders
not to let either of you approach our guest.
You in particular, madam!
Me?
Yes, you!
No, no, no!
-But... -Don't!
At least let me...
What happened with Thompson? Did he sign off on the deal?
No, Betty! Nothing happened!
Fiorella wouldn't even see us!
Forget about that deal and let's think of something else.
-Armando. -What?
What if I personally speak with Thompson?
No, Marcela!
I don't want you to talk to anyone!
Stop it already!
I don't want any more trouble. Enough!
-At least let me... -No!
I don't think you should.
Nope.
Good morning, Mrs. Sofia!
How are you this morning?
I was having a splendid morning
until a filthy slut crossed my path.
You mean me?
-Me? -Yes.
I don't understand why you're always so mean to me
when I'm always so cool to you.
Look.
It wore off.
What?
The mark of a miserable human being?
You can't wash that away with water.
Not even muriatic acid could wash that away.
You'd have to be born again to change.
And you know what else? Get the hell out of here.
You're polluting my air. I'm too busy for this.
One more thing.
Did you get any sleep at your friend's house?
I had an amazing night's rest in the bed that was once yours.
You're shameless!
Jenny, what are you doing here?
This isn't where you work.
-Go to the studio. -I was looking for...
Go to the studio! Mr. Hugo and I need you.
Go on. Go, go, go!
Okay. Go, go, go.
I'm very proud of you, Sofi.
You didn't let her provoke you. Way to go!
Tell Sofia I already received the divorce paperwork
and that I'm not afraid of her,
even if she's feeling bolder now.
I don't want to get involved in your problems with her.
Feel free to fight amongst yourselves.
It's too late now.
You punched me, you took her side,
but you don't want to get involved?
Deal with it.
Yes, Efrain.
Yes, I took her side because Sofia is a woman
who's on her own with her two sons.
Meanwhile, you and your girlfriend
go through life with no responsibilities.
I do have responsibilities and I'll see them through.
Starting with this company.
Listen, I forgive you for siding with Sofia.
That's your problem.
Let's just get along, okay? We're partners.
-Partners? -Yes.
We're partners when it comes to cashing checks,
because I'm the one who does any work around here.
When was the last time you wore your uniform, you clown?
Everything! Everything happened!
If I don't fix this now, everything will get worse.
Are you busy now? Can you help me?
No, no. How can I help you?
I was hoping you could help me get my hands on
Hugo Lombardi's new collection and the samples of his fabrics.
-Please! -Oh, Betty.
I don't think Mr. Hugo will just let me have it.
Well, maybe Mr. Hugo won't, but Inesita might.
In that case, why don't you ask Inesita?
I'm not allowed anywhere near Hugo's studio.
Whenever I set foot there his ugly radar activates
and he finds me and kicks me out.
Please! Please, please!
I'm not making any promises.
Please!
I love you!
Oh!
Be careful!
Sorry! Stay still.
What a beautiful dress!
Do you think Mr. Hugo will let me borrow it?
No!
Why do you say that without asking him first?
Because he doesn't like you. No one likes you, really.
Right, but I'm very friendly.
I've especially tried to befriend you.
You're hurting me! Be careful, ma'am!
You're not my friend.
If you were, you wouldn't hurt my friends.
What you did to Sofia was very wrong.
What about what she did to me?
She turned me orange. Plus, she almost killed me!
-Enough! -You started it.
Why'd you move into the lion's den?
That house also belongs to my lovebug.
Hold on. Hold it right there.
That house belongs to Sofia, Efrain, and their children.
You're being very unfair.
I just wish you never go through something like that.
You're hurting me! Are you blind, ma'am?
Or are you too old to see what you're doing?
How dare you talk to Ines like that!