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Look, Betty, be honest with me.
I have no problem
with you working with your boyfriend in BAR.
It's okay. I just don't like lies.
A friend doesn't just send this huge arrangement.
This is proof a friend does.
Besides, I swear I've never lied to you
and I don't want to. Nicolas is like a brother to me.
Him being my boyfriend is just workplace gossip.
-Please believe me. -Huh?
Believe me, pretty please.
How could you just walk in, give me the flowers,
and announce that they were from Nicolas?
I'm sorry, Betty. I thought you'd be happy.
I was in a very important meeting,
and you put me in an uncomfortable situation.
I'm sorry, it's just that I got excited about the flowers,
and since you'd said you were so much in love...
-Or is it not true? -Of course it's true!
But it's not to be discussed in the office, okay?
What's more, I was clear when I asked you and the girls
not to discuss my personal life. I don't like it.
-Bertha? -Okay, fine.
Do not talk about that at V&M,
especially not in front of my boss.
Okay, Betty. Whatever you say.
-Bertha. -Huh?
-Promise me. -Huh?
-Promise you? -Promise me.
Oh dear.
I promise, Betty.
Okay.
Mariana.
You look so pretty today.
Thank you.
I heard you do Tarot card readings.
Me? Readings?
Yes, you.
Well, yes.
But I swear that I only do it during my break,
not during work hours...
No, no, don't worry. That's not why I brought it up.
I was just curious.
Really?
Yeah.
I'll tell you, I find the subject of astrology
and divination so fascinating.
-Me too. -Really?
Yes, it's very interesting,
but only the truly gifted can do it.
Not everyone's as talented as you.
No, I'm not talented. No way.
I just have an app that helps me.
Okay, but don't sell yourself short.
It's my understanding that you discovered
that Betty has a boyfriend.
Yes. And you know what else?
Betty's very reserved about her private life,
but the cards don't lie. A man appeared in them.
A wealthy, powerful man close to her.
I also saw that he changes her life,
and she his.
Are you serious?
Mm-hm. Yes.
Incredible.
By the way, what's the name of that app?
It's right here.
You just say the word and we can set up a time
for me to give you a reading.
Hi, Mrs. Sofia.
You look so happy.
Here are the divorce papers that you wouldn't take
from my lovebug.
I'll leave them right here for you to look over and sign ASAP
because it's very urgent.
We have to get your assets separated
so that my lovebug gets most of everything.
Poor thing. Don't cry.
You want to remain in the house that we want to sell,
and that's not cool, ma'am.
What?
Now you die, bitch.
I'm not going to die.
Look behind you.
A slow, painful death.
Stay out of it, you understand?
This is between flabby and me.
You're a filthy rat.
Don't threaten me!
What the hell is going on here?
Nothing.
Mr. Smith, they're threatening me, and she almost hit me.
Don't you dare, Sandra.
Sorry.
Thank you, Marcelita.
Thank you for what?
I want you in my office.
Don't worry, I'll handle it.
Move, I said! Let's go.
Right.
Everything's fine.
All those secretaries hate me,
and I've never done anything to them.
Is that right?
You weren't handing Sofia divorce documents?
Yes, but because Efrain asked me to.
He's very scared of Sofia, and with good reason.
She's terrible to him.
Listen, Jennifer, I won't meddle
in anyone's private life,
but I will say Sofia's really suffering.
She's alone now raising two kids.
That's not my fault.
When I met my lovebug - that's what I call him -
he was already single.
Completely single.
His marriage was already in shambles because of her.
I don't care about the reasons.
Do me a favor.
I don't want to see you anywhere near
Sofia's workstation, okay?
And let the lawyers handle the legal matters, you follow?
Yes.
-Jenny. -I understand.
If I see you bothering Sofia, I will personally find
another sizing model, you understand?
Yes.
Okay.
How's it going, Sofia? How are you?
Sofia, I hate to be indiscreet let alone a gossip,
but there's something I must know.
Have you heard anything about Betty's boyfriend?
Really? What have you heard?
Oh, you don't like him.
Is he that bad?
Is something wrong?
Sofia.
Uh...
Thank you for the information.
Watch your balance.
Feel better and have a nice day.
Mr. Armando is convinced that you and I are dating.
That's really serious.
Why?
What a pain, huh?
Why can he have a girlfriend but you can't have a boyfriend?
No, Betty, you've got your charm too.
Well hidden, but you've got it.
It's not that. Now I look bad to Mr. Armando
because I told the Squad that you're my boyfriend,
but what do I tell Mr. Armando?
That you're my friend.
So I come across looking like a liar.
Of course.
And now what? I come up short.
By trying to do more, I ended up doing less.
Thanks a lot, Betty.
And if he wants to distrust me, he can have at it.
I don't give a damn.
And you are a liar with or without a boyfriend.
With a boyfriend is just an added lie.
Is that right? You're so sexist.
I'm so sorry, Sofia.
Oh, ma'am, how can he take my house, my home?
What about my kids?
How dare Efrain and this harpy
who wants nothing more than to ruin my life.
It's weighing on me so much.
Cry. Cry all you want. Get it all out of your system.
But you have to move because feeling sorry for yourself
won't get you anywhere.
You have to take action.
Did you call the number for the lawyer I gave you?
Forgive me, Ms. Marcela, but with what I make
I couldn't afford ten minutes of that fancy lawyer's time.
Sofia, she's my friend. The work would be pro bono.
What?
Pro bono means free, like doing social work.
You mean it?
Look, I know you don't want to divorce,
and it really upsets you to see your husband
with this Jennifer.
But the reality is that he doesn't love you.
I'm sorry to be so blunt, so honest.
Go home, get some rest and call Karen.
I'm certain she'll help you keep your house.
In fact, she'll get that shameless man
to pay child support.
Chin up.
Bertha, you look lovelier than ever today.
-Thank you very much. -How've you been?
Well, Mr. Ricardo. Thank you.
Just checking out the price increase for the potato chips.
Know what? It's your lucky day.
My treat. Pick whatever you want.
That way we can talk like the coworkers we are.
Thank you so much.
No need to thank me.
Bertha, tell me something.
Between us, do you know anything about Betty's boyfriend?
Allow me to help you.
Of course, the other day we were...
No, I'm not allowed to talk about that.
Bertha, don't be like that with me.
Aren't you going to fill me in?
-Come. -Yes?
Get comfortable so we can talk peacefully.
Yes, sir.
Thank you.
This is ultra secret information.
I didn't tell you this, but you heard it on Radio Hallway.
Not from me.
You can trust me because I also know how to keep a secret.
Betty has a boyfriend named Nicolas that she adores.
She told all of us.
He's very mysterious.
We've tried to find him on social media,
but he's nowhere to be found.
All we know is he runs his own company.
-Is that so? -Yes.
And he's wealthy.
What I don't understand is why she doesn't want us
talking about him in V&M.
You think he might be eccentric, weird, or mysterious?
It's so unfair.
They all hate me because I'm pretty,
but it's not my fault I was born attractive and smart.
Yes.
Do you also hate me, Giovis?
-Me? -You hate me.
I feel like a helpless little child.
How could I hate you?
You're the most perfect creation
that Mother Nature has ever given us.
Really?
Who died here?
Oh, I see what's going on.
Why haven't you fixed the lamp in our workshop yet?
It hasn't worked in ages. You know what?
I'll have to speak to your supervisor
because to my knowledge, you get paid to be a handyman,
not emotional support.
Inesita, there's no need to kick the hornet's nest.
Your wish is my command.
I'll fix that lamp for you immediately.
Out.
I'm with you, but I have to abandon you for a moment.
I feel awful.
What a terrible start to the day.
If it were up to me I'd make it ten times more terrible.
Child, aren't you ashamed of yourself
for trying to take Sofia's kids' house from them?
Leaving two poor kids without a roof over their heads?
You don't get it, Mrs. Inesita...
Mrs. Inesita nothing!
Your crocodile tears won't sway me,
and if I have the misfortune
of having to look at you here every day
then at least earn your keep!
Here, start sweeping.
And no, this isn't your method of transportation, witch!
Go, go, go! Get out of here right now!
What's going on?
Bro.
-Confirmed. -What?
Beatriz has a boyfriend.
My suspicions were true.
Betty told all the girls that she was in love.
Why would she lie to me?
I don't know.
Maybe she's covering Nicolas' back
and she doesn't want us suspecting him.
Mariana told me she predicted their relationship
when she read her cards.
Look, I downloaded it.
What did you download?
This.
That? I don't believe in that.
Why not?
It's free, bro. Shall we try it?
We lose nothing by trying.
According to Mariana, this never fails.
No, no.
When were you born? 19...
Stop, don't input my information!
Bro, watch it. I want to see what you get.
Believe it or not, my fate is tied to yours.
Let's see, one more piece of info.
-Hit send. -No.
Hit send.
No.
You cheated.
Look.
That's your reading.
Hold on.
What does it say?
You are entering a period of uncertainty.
Your past actions will have a profound impact on the future.
A deception and a lie will lead to a great loss.
Loss?
Ines!
Is Hugo around?
No, come in. He went to an event with Fabio
and won't be back until tomorrow.
Oh, good.
I wanted to ask for a favor.
If you can't do it, don't worry, you don't have to.
Mr. Armando's parents invited me to dinner.
No!
Congratulations, Betty.
That means you're doing your job well
and that you're quite the professional.
Thank you, but after what happened yesterday...
I heard.
Oh, sweetie.
Look, fashion is something very personal.
Your style is how you want the world to see you.
So nobody can tell you you're not dressed well.
I don't want to feel uncomfortable,
so I wanted to ask if you could help be
my image consultant or something like that.
Of course.
I can help you, but you know what else I'm going to do?
Lend you clothes.
We have dresses back here, and I can assure you
that tonight you'll be very well dressed.
I promise. Now follow me.
Let's go.
Thank you.
I don't know why my in-laws invited Beatriz.
She has no reason to be here.
Don't even bring it up.
All she's doing is uglying up the table.
She must be put in her place, Marce.
If it were up to me, I'd send her home right now.
But imagine, I can't cause a scene
with my in-laws right there.
Don't even think about it.
You are a lady. Don't forget it.
But she does have to be put in her place.
Otherwise Margarita will want you two
to become the best of friends, and that can't happen.
Ugliness is contagious, Marce.
Your hair will get frizzy and you'll grow a mustache.
What do you plan on doing?
I don't know. I'll think of something.
Ugly Betty will be sorry she accepted this invitation.