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Here, you can borrow it.

Read it and let it penetrate your mind.

"In waves...

PREVIOUSLY

...of limitless pleasure."

Ah!

I didn't think you'd be back after our last conversation.

-No. -Excuse me?

I won't leave as long as Armando needs me.

Since when are you and Armando on a first name basis?

No, no, Ms. Marcela. I meant to say Mr. Armando.

Mr. Armando.

And... and...

I made a commitment to help him with his business plan.

Leaving now would be like abandoning him, or betraying him.

-Get it? -No.

I don't get how someone

can have such little dignity and cover so much for their boss.

And don't get it twisted, Beatriz.

You and I are very different.

Go ahead. Get back to your crappy book!

Your assistant has forgotten her place!

Alright, alright. Give it a break.

Excuse me? Oh, I get it! So now I'm the bad guy.

That silly girl referred to you as Armando.

Yeah. She treats you like an equal now.

You're the one being disrespectful, not her.

And you're putting me in an awkward situation.

No, you should stand up for me and take my side.

I'm firing her! What more do you want?

I can't go fixing the problems you brought on yourself.

This isn't a daycare.

-I know it's not. -Then?

-I don't know. -Stop it.

Please, relax. I'm sick of having to deal with all your problems.

Are you trying to push me away?

-No! -Well, that's what you're doing!

-No! -Yes, yes!

You're not jealous of Beatriz, are you?

-You're not, are you? -No, obviously not.

Then, enough! I've had it!

-May I-- -Don't. I've had it! Shush!

-Shush. -Okay!

Stop.

I mean, just think about it.

The hubby just got back.

They made up. And it's their anniversary.

Honey, they're probably having the time of their lives.

-Wow! You know what? -What?

I'm jealous just thinking about it.

It's like when you like a man and he likes you back.

When he really does it for you and then you get to dance with him.

You get to be all close to him

while he holds you tighter and tighter that you feel his heartbeat...

-Oh! -Girls, that's enough.

Come on. You feel his heart.

Yeah, and when he has a really big heart...

Sofia, please! Don't be so graphic.

Frankly, I get a uncomfortable when you guys talk about sex.

Oh, Ines! Drop the act!

It might make you uncomfortable, but you also enjoy it.

You stick around whenever we talk about sex.

-You stay! -Me?

-Yes! -Yes, you, Ines!

In fact, you should tell us all about your vast experience

in the art of love.

No, no. Leave me alone.

I'm not going to share any intimate details with you.

-Come on! -Okay? All I'll say is...

-that... -What?

It's much better when you're both in love.

As long as he has big hands and big eyes...

-Oh, my! -I'll go for it.

-I'll go for it. -The bigger, the better!

Girls, why do we bother with wishful thinking?

The only one of us who's getting some is Bertha.

-You're right. -The rest of us are left wanting.

Oh! I know. What about you, Betty?

Me? I have a sandwich.

Yeah, what's your take on the subject?

There's a reason why Nicolas is really happy with you.

I wonder what you've done.

No, I don't know anything about that subject.

Sure.

Look at you!

You look like a platypus.

I won't hire you for any show looking like that.

Hugo! Have you seen Armando?

No, you've trained him well. He doesn't come down here anymore.

On the other hand, him. Look at him!

-He chats them all up. -Hugo, tell me the truth.

Is he hiding here with one of your models?

-Tell me the truth. -No, Marcela.

He won't even smile at them since you two got engaged.

-Really? -Really.

Sorry to interrupt you,

but lately I've been feeling really insecure.

I understand. I was the same with Fabio,

but I could either relax or cancel the wedding.

Oh, no! I'd never cancel the wedding.

Then relax or you'll never walk down the aisle.

No!

And where's the fun in that?

You're right.

I'm going to calm down. I'm going to trust Armando.

I mean, not all men are the same.

"Her skin had never felt the warmth of a man's embrace,

but her virtuous body had begun to sense the awakening of her garden."

-Betty. -What?

-What? -What's wrong?

-Do you need something? -You okay?

Is there something you need, Armando?

No.

-Betty. -What?

I've been thinking about this all day long and...

and I really don't know how to ask this of you.

Yes. What?

I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but...

Oh!

Do you have the letter?

-Yes, yes. -What?

The letter in which I take full responsibility

for everything we did. Do you have it?

-No. Yes. -It's very important.

It must be kept somewhere safe.

If it fell into the wrong hands, it could be very dangerous.

-Okay. -Yeah?

-No. -No?

-I don't have it. -You don't?

It doesn't exist. I ripped it.

What? How?

Well... like this. I ripped it to shreds.

What? Like this?

-Like this? -Yes, like that.

What do you think, Mr. Bear?

I think we did a good job.

I'm going to take your picture.

Good! Very good.

Oh, Betty!

This letter is too important for you to have thrown it away.

If she won't keep it, then I guess we will, Mr. Bear.

Thanks for all your help, sir. See you soon. Bye.

"She was certain that Raul Antonio...

would deflower her garden."

Oh, no! Stop it, Betty! Why are you so aroused?

Hey, Betty. Oh!

Wow! Why are you blushing and looking so hot and bothered?

I know! You're reading the book I gave you.

Me? No.

Of course not. I haven't had time.

You should try to make the time.

I mean, that book is too important.

It's a treasure. It's like... the Bible .

The bible of modern sex.

Oh! It's marvelous.

And... speaking of things that feel good,

how is Nicolas in bed?

No... no, Nicolas and I haven't done anything.

What?

You haven't done anything in all your time together?

How can you stand it?

It's like winning the lottery and not cashing in the prize.

Oh!

Does Nicolas have... a problem?

No. No, no! It's not that.

It's just that the opportunity hasn't presented itself.

But has he made an attempt?

No. We just haven't found the right time.

Honey, any time is perfect for something like that.

Wherever that might be.

I think you need to start dropping hints.

-Me? Hints? -Yeah.

Betty, this is the 21st century.

We women are in charge.

Men love assertive women who take charge.

Assertive women who take charge.

Assertive women who take charge.

Yeah.

Perhaps he hasn't made the first move

because he thinks you're not up for it.

Have you thought about that?

Maybe he's holding back because he thinks you're not ready.

You need to make the first move.

Trust me. I know all about that.

Hey, hey. Where are you going?

I have a date with a man

who will give my life a full 360.

You mean, 180.

No, I mean 360. He's a millionaire and he's generous.

It's 180 because... Forget I said anything.

If you don't know how it goes, don't say anything.

Can I least know who the lucky guy is?

I'd tell you, but I'd better not. If I do, it won't work out.

You can't share your dreams or they won't come true.

-Wish me luck. -Good luck.

Hey, is Armando in his office?

How would I know, Marcela?

Hello. How are you?

Yeah, I'm great.

♪ How many times have I cried to you inconsolably? ♪

♪ I've awaken from my dreams in a barren desert ♪

♪ So many times I've felt invisible ♪

♪ To your irresistible eyes that light me up ♪

♪ And captivate me ♪

♪ You know ♪

♪ That I live in you ♪

♪ When you're not around ♪

♪ My life ♪

♪ Is a ship without a destination ♪

♪ What will I do if you don't come back? ♪

♪ Everything can be different ♪

♪ When you feel your heartbeat ♪

♪ Echoing in me ♪

♪ I want to tell you that my love is right here ♪

Hi!

Oh, I can't believe it!

I'm so excited!

You have no idea how happy I am to finally meet you in person, Nicolas!

Sorry. I'm really nervous.

I'm Patricia Fernandez. And starting today,

I'm going to be your best friend in the world.

"I throw myself at your feet, sinful.

I don't dare look at your pure eyes

or dare touch your miraculous hand,

I look behind me and a river of rashness urges me guiltlessly on against you."

Who is this woman?

You!

Me?

You're going to tell me who left this poem for Armando.

Who is Alfonsina Storni?

I...

You what?

-She's here, isn't she? -No!

-You're hiding her! -There's no one there.

-No? -No.

Where is she? Where are you keeping her?

I really don't know...

"I don't know... I don't know anything."

I'm such an idiot for asking you.

You're obviously going to cover for your boss.

-No, that's not it at all. -It isn't, Beatriz?

Don't say another word. I don't want to hear it.

I swear I'll find that woman no matter what.

Oh, no.

Nicolas, you're being very shy.

When we spoke on the phone, I got a different vibe.

Oh, Nico! Stop joking around.

Talk to me.

You're so handsome,

a thousand times more handsome than I had imagined.

That was awful!

Don't fret, my beautiful Patricia. Prince Charming is on his way.

I'm only a few blocks away.

This proves that I'm not as crazy as everyone thinks I am!

-Read it! -No need to be so pushy.

-I need to put my glasses on. -Armando has another woman!

"I fling myself at your feet, a sinner. I dare not look into your eyes...

A river of lust pushes me to you. Alfonsina Storni."

You see? Alfonsina Storni is a slut.

Seems to me like she's classy and elegant, like you.

I would never go after a man who's engaged.

Does her name ring a bell? Is she one of these girls?

-It does ring a bell. -Is this her?

-Or her? -Marcela,

these girls can only write hashtags.

-Maybe she's an actress or an editor. -No.

I don't know, but the name does sound familiar.

There it is. Of course. Here she is. That's her.

Alfonsina Storni was a poet. She died in 1938.

-Her? -Yes, that's her.

You just lost points with me.

I'd expect this from Patricia, because she's a blonde.

But what's your excuse?

Oh... it's the tunnel!

Lord, please forgive me of my sins. What's this?

Oh, no... no...

It's much worse! Mr. Deme's suit!

Mr. Deme, please forgive me!

Hey, I hope you've got insurance. Hey, wait...

Look out! Run for your lives! It's a truck!

It's a truck! Yes, yes!

That way we'll be able to raise the value of our stock in...

Caught you!

-What? We're working. -No, you're with your accomplice.

Let's see if you'll both lie to me to my face!

What?

Who left this erotic poem on your desk, Armando?

-I don't know. -Don't play dumb!

Someone left this in your office!

Who was it? Who did it, Ricardo?

-I don't know! -Tell me!

That's not my handwriting. I should go. Thanks.

Marcela, please calm down. You can't yell in the office.

Don't touch me!

Armando, I've tried my hardest. I swear I have.

But you're lying to me! You have someone else.

-Tell me who it is! -No, I don't!

-No! -Then what does this mean?

-Liar! -But what?

Get ready, girls. Tomorrow is Betty's birthday.

-How great! -We have to throw her a huge party.

We'll put balloons in her office and stuff.

We should get her a gift because she's been really good to us.

-Am I right? -Yeah, yeah.

I bet Nicolas will give her a really nice gift!

Oh! He's so attentive.

What if he gives her a ring!

Wow, you're jumping the gun!

Hey, why are you fixing yourself up?

Weren't you stood up?

Yeah, but if I can't have the best, I'll go with the next best thing.

Meaning Giovanny.

I didn't dress up just to go back home. My body needs to party.

-Aura Maria, don't call Giovanni that. -Oh, come on.

He's our friend and you know he really likes you.

I do,

and that's why I'm going to give him VIP access tonight.

VIP access?

Yes, very intentional permission!

Honey, God sees everything.

You're making a big mistake. What goes around comes around.

Karma is real.

What's going on? Have you been drinking?

No, not at all.

What is it then? Tell us what's going on!

It's nothing. Don't be so nosy. I won't tell you anyway.

Ines.

Spill the tea.

Ines.

Wilson, I need to view all the footage captured

by this camera, the one on the hallway facing

-the president's office. -What's wrong, Ms. Marcela?

A woman walked into Armando's office without authorization.

I want to know who she is or who helped her.

-Okay. -This one.

Damn you, Nicolas! You'll pay for this!

That was so embarrassing!

I'll give you an earful, Nicolas!

Marcela! What are you doing here?

Did something happen?

Patricia, I found a love letter on Armando's desk.

You see? I'm not crazy. There is another woman.

She'll regret getting in my way. I'll find out who she is today.

What? How could you?

Betty, now Marcela knows there's another woman

and that she's close by, that she's at V&M.

I know, but I swear that really wasn't my intention.

Please forgive me. I just wanted to surprise you.

I didn't think this would happen.

But it did. I thought I could trust you,

that you were careful and discreet, but you're not.

Did you want Marcela to find out about us?

-No! -So?

No, of course not! I would never!

That had better be true. I don't want to hurt Marcela like this.

Okay?

I screwed up.

The only two people who walked into Armando's office

were Sofia and Beatriz.

What about the cleaning lady?

-Well, Marcela, you never know. -I'm serious, Patricia.

I don't know, I thought I'd find something.

A model walking in and leaving the poem or something.

I wonder who wrote it.

She's dead, right?

The poem... The poem writer.

She committed suicide, right?

I'm not talking about the author.

I'm talking about the woman who wrote it down

and left it on Armando's desk.

The other woman!

Don't get mad at me. This isn't my fault.

I'm just trying to help you.

I don't know who it might be, but she must be really creepy.

No.

I think this woman is quite the opposite.

She's cultured, educated.

She's unlike all the others.

-I know! -What?

And here I thought she was decent.

-Who? -That's why I don't trust women.

-Who is it? -Catalina Escarpa!

-Cata? -Yeah.

Cata?

No...

Cata would never be with Armando,

and Armando would never be with her. No way.

No.

But the magazine writer would. We know she's after him.

I thought about her too, but it's not her.

I stalked her on social media and she's in Milan.

It has to be someone who's here in New York.

I don't know. I just think they see each other all the time.

Oh, Marcela! That sounds very serious.

You need to watch him.

I know, but I don't know what to do.

Things are out of control.

Don't make it easy on the tramp!

Armando is not her man. He's your man.

Those erotic poems are all she has.

I mean, gross!

But you have Armando for yourself.

-Yes. -Show him

the kind of woman you are.

It's very simple, really.

Tell us who left that poem for Mr. Armando.

I told you I don't know.

That's weird.

You work in Mr. Armando's office.

Your office is inside of his. You must've seen someone go in.

No, no!

I like to focus when I work.

In order for that to happen, I usually close the door.

That way, I won't bother Mr. Armando and he won't bother me.

I didn't see anything.

Don't worry, sweetie. We're not accusing you.

We're just really curious.

Well, we do have cameras.

-Oh, right! -True!

We can find out the truth if we go through the footage.

-What? What cameras? -The security cameras.

They record everything that happens in V&M.

They must've caught someone going into that office. A model perhaps.

A model probably walked into Mr. Armando's office

-and left the poem there. -Yeah.

You sure you didn't see anyone?

I said no, Sandra! I didn't see anyone!

I didn't see anyone.

Calm down, Betty. You don't have to get upset.

We think that since you're bound by your loyalty for the Squad

you should tell us the truth if you know it.

If you don't, don't worry. Since Bertha, our biggest gossip, is out

we don't have a reliable source.

No, no... Watch your mouth.

We are all huge gossips, so don't talk about my best friend.

I think it's time we left Betty alone.

We've pressed her and she doesn't want to tell us.

Poor Ms. Marcela, though.

She has to put up with some skank leaving

love letters and love poems on her fiancé's office.

That's terrible.

Sofia, it's a nice poem. And very sensual too.

Oh, Ines! Look at you! Anyway, poem or no poem,

Ms. Marcela shouldn't have to put up with a woman

who doesn't respect a man who's taken!

If I were Ms. Marcela, I wouldn't worry, though.

I'm sure this skank will end up

like all the others who have gone after Mr. Armando.

I'm so stupid! Why did I do it?

Who is it?

Betty, it's me. Can I come in?

Sure. Come on in.

Look, I didn't say anything in front of the girls

because I wasn't going to hang you out to dry,

but I know you know who Mr. Armando's lover is.

Ines, I...

No, don't worry.

I'm not here to interrogate you. I came to congratulate you.

You were right to keep Mr. Armando's lover's identity a secret,

even from Ms. Marcela.

She hates me... a little.

That's not your problem, though. You don't like her either, do you?

-Not really. -Then that's it.

As long as you're not hurting her, it's okay.

And you could, because you know who left that poem, don't you?

Yeah.

I knew it.

It's best if no one finds out from you.

Things get complicated when you meddle

in a couple's business. So Ms. Marcela

and Mr. Armando can settle their own problem, okay?

That's if they can.

What? You don't think they can?

I don't know and I don't care,

but I love that you're discreet. Congratulations.

Thanks.

But I have to say that whoever left that poem

is clearly a cultured and sensitive person

who is obviously desperately in love.

Isn't love complicated?

Someone always ends up losing.

Oh, well. I'm off.

Oh, no.

"Patri, I had an accident.

I'd like to reschedule our appointment to a later date so I can recuperate.

Your close friend, Mr. Mystery."

Oh, please! This is ridiculous!

I bet you were afraid your girlfriend

would see you with me, Mr. Mystery.

What?

I'm going to steal him from you.

You'll see. In time, you'll be without a boyfriend.

Hello, family.

The happy man is here.

Look at the state you're in. What happened?

A guy on a bicycle ran me over.

Did you see a doctor, Nicolas?

Whoever was responsible should at least pay for a doctor's visit.

No, ma'am.

We pedestrians have our days numbered.

That's the truth.

Nicolas, I told you to take good care of my suit.

I'm never lending you anything again.

Don't be like that! He's had a rough go

and you're yelling at him about the suit.

What will I wear from now on? It was my fancy suit!

You have to pay me back!

Don't listen to him. I'll take care of your wound.

-Look at him! -What? What is it?

Oh, it's nothing. I thought he was going to faint.

-Poor kid. -You scared me.

Poor kid.

And so fragile!

You look absolutely beautiful, babe.

Where are we going?

I was weighing all the options

and I think the most romantic would be to start

with a walk through Central Park.

Giovanny, I don't think you understood my question.

Are we going to your place or somewhere else?

Are you sure you don't want to go for a walk first? I mean...

No, I want to have fun!

FROM PRODUCER JAMES WAN

The Curse of La Llorona.

-Oh! -What?

When you arrived today,

you behaved as if you'd seen La Llorona .

I'd rather get run over again.

I'll let you guys to talk.

Nicolas, what happened to you?

A guy on a bike... ran me over.

Why didn't you tell me?

Because you're mad at me.

So I don't get to find out if something happens to you?

But I thought you didn't want anything else to do with me.

Don't be so dramatic. Of course not.

You know I yelled at you because you wanted to tell my parents

about what's going on with Mr. Armando.

But I didn't, Betty.

I just don't want you to hit your head against a brick wall.

All I do is protect you and be there for you,

but you just want to do whatever you want to do.

Go on, then.

Nico, can I tell you something?

What?

I love you very much...

even though you're so nosy.

And I love you even though you're so stubborn.

Doesn't that make us even?

So?

How about a truce?

Betty, you and your truces.

Please! Truce!

Marcela, I already told you at the office.

Please, let's not fight anymore. Let's make up.

I'm not here to argue.

I know what happened wasn't your fault.

It was that woman who left you the poem.

I don't know who she is or why she did it.

-We both know why she did it. -Why?

She wants you.

She wants to be here with you, touching you.

I swear I don't...

"I throw myself at your feet, sinful.

I don't dare look at your pure eyes

or dare touch your miraculous hand,

I look behind me and a river of rashness urges me guiltlessly on against you."

Cute.

She sends you poems, but I make them true.

I'm going to sleep well tonight. This bed is comfy.

Giovanny, are you crying?

No, of course not!

Yes, you are.

No, I'm not.

So you're one of those guys who cry after... deep emotions?

No!

It's not that. It's just that...

I was thinking that...

Don't you think you and I should--

Giovanny, I have to go! I have to pick up my son!

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you... ♪

-Betty! -We are tickled pink

that we get to celebrate yet another one of your birthdays.

-Happy birthday, honey! -Happy birthday!

Thanks. I love you.

Having you with us has made us very happy.

Surprise!

Oh, come on!

Can't I congratulate my daughter in peace?

Take a bite!

Blow on the candle before it burns out.

Make a wish, make a wish!

Bravo! Did you make a wish?

Yes.

Call us later to tell us how many of your friends

are coming to the birthday party.

Congratulations, sweetie. I love you.

-I love you, Dad. -See you.

Excuse me.

Mom, no.

I didn't want a party.

Why not?

Mom, don't you remember what happened last year?

Only two of your friends came over.

And they live on our block.

Take a bite!

She wants you to take a bite. It's nothing bad.

A bite of the cake, of course.

Take a bite!

Take a bite.

Cake! Take a bite!

Yes!

Betty, Betty!

Wait, wait. All this delicious intel

is giving me indigestion.

-Mr. Armando has a lover? -Quiet!

I miss one day at V&M, and I'm behind on all the gossip.

-Yeah. -What about Betty?

-Did she say who it is? -Are you kidding?

She never tells us anything.

Oh!

-Hi, girls! -Betty!

-Hi! -Hi, Betty!

Hey, Betty!

I'm going to find out who left that letter.

I'm coming with you.

Surprise!

Congratulations!

Hey, wait a second. What's wrong, Betty?

It's nothing.

What? Is the cake too small?

-We bought it with lots of love. -No, it's not that.

It's just that no one outside my family

has ever celebrated my birthday.

You'd better get used to it.

Best friends do these things for each other.

Hey, what's going on here?

Today is Betty's birthday.

-Betty's birthday? -Yes!

Don't worry, sir. It's okay if you forgot.

No, I remembered your birthday.

I'd never forget your birthday, best assistant ever!

I just didn't know you'd be celebrating it here today.

-That was it. -This was a last-minute surprise.

But you can give her your gift anytime.

-Now, if you want. -Her present, right.

Oh!

Saved by the bell.

It's Nicolas! How exciting!

Betty, answer the phone. It's your boyfriend.

No, I'm with you now.

It's bad luck not to answer on your birthday.

Answer the phone! Answer the phone!

Happy birthday, Betty!

You keep getting older and that's just such a shame.

Thanks, Nicolas.

Betty, is everything okay?

Is it a bad time?

It kind of is.

I'm here with the girls celebrating my birthday.

The girls?

Is Patricia Fernandez there?

I'll call you back. We'll talk...

-Just a second. -Hey, Nicolas.

Hey, when are you stopping by?

-We want to meet you! -Hello!

I hope you'll have a great night tonight!

Lettuce see, right?

-Yeah! -No, no!

-Bye! -Easy, Betty.

I bet tonight will be very special.

At least he'll take you out to eat...

and then you'll eat again.

Yummy!

That was good.

-Patricia. -What?

What's going on here?

Where are the other secretaries?

They're in Betty's cave.

You see, Marcela? I'm the only one who works here.

What are they doing in there?

Gossiping. It's all they know how to do.

This is unbelievable.

It is.

Go vaporize them, Marcela.

Yes! What did Nicolas say?

Is he taking you out to dinner and... tonight?

Can you tell me why you're not all at work?

Today is Betty's birthday and we were congratulating her.

Yes.

Mariana, did you make the reservation I asked for?

-No, but I'll do it right now. -Right now.

Yes, right now. Let's go.

I'm guessing the reception is deserted, right?

Yes, but I'm heading there right now.

Excuse me, Betty.

I'll go check if my boss is in.

-Excuse me. -I'll go with you.

We'll all get right back to work, Ms. Marcela.

You and I have to talk right now.

-Okay. -Let's go.

Okay.

Let's go.

You can't even wish her a happy birthday?

Yummy!

Armando, you have to celebrate Betty's birthday with her.

Women don't forget that stuff. It's very important.

I know, but what am I going to do?

Marcela's breathing down my neck.

She's paranoid because of that erotic poem Betty left me.

Marcela won't believe anything I tell her.

Well, sometimes the best lie is the truth.

Tell her you're meeting Betty to give her a present.

Betty? After the fight those two had?

Yes. Exactly.

Marcela hasn't been very professional with Betty.

You can get her a present. She's your assistant, isn't she?

I've never done that with any V&M employee.

You're not seeing things clearly.

Allow me to explain.

Betty isn't just any employee. She owns V&M.

You and I technically work for her.

-Shush! -Okay, okay.

Just don't neglect her

and don't make things easier for Nicolas.

He's not wasting any time.