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o'clock soap opera.

      - Get in touch with Aloísio Neto. He has just approved a script for the next six o'clock soap opera. It is a period soap opera. I look good in a knight outfit.

      - If we don't recover your reputation within three months, I'm out.

      Jonas almost spit out the wine he was drinking.

      - I can't believe you're leaving me just for that!

      - I didn't say that. However, Mauro was very clear. I have three months to convert you into a real prince, otherwise I can kiss my career and credibility as a businessman goodbye. And you, jerk, will have to find a new manager. One who won't let you get away with this behavior.

      Jonas leaned forward and placed his hand on his friend's arm.

      - I can't believe it, Bruno... - he started to speak, but was interrupted by the glare of a camera flash. - Holy shit! - He grumbled, making a face.

      - Do you know that tomorrow you will appear in the Mexerico magazine with the headline: Supposedly catchy actor has affair with handsome boy. More details on page two.

      They both laughed and Jonas took another sip of his drink.

      - I'm screwed.

      - Yes, you are. I'm serious, Jonas. - Bruno's expression tightened again.

      - You need to stay away from gossip magazines, celebrity portals and, especially, Bel Dias. He is dangerous.

      - He's just a tattletale and... - Bruno interrupts him again, raising his hand.

      - He is dangerous and is dying to publish all your secrets. Even the ones you don't even know you have.

      They became silent when the waiter approached, serving the dishes. Jonas took the first bite of pasta and sighed. As he chewed his food, he leaned across the table toward the bottle of wine, but Bruno pushed it away from him.

      - Negative.

      - But...

      - One glass. I don't want to even think that you are not behaving. No drinks. No suspicious smokes.

      The actor interrupted him, annoyed.

      - I only smoked a joint once. I was eighteen.

      - It was enough for one lifetime. No more parties. No more food-women.

      - Fruit - Jonas corrected him.

      - What?

      - They are called fruit women.

      - I don't care. From this day on, you will take a vow of celibacy. Even if I have to cut your little friend out.

      - Ah, Bruno... come on.

      - Come on, is what I have to say. I have been living at your service for years. I gave up my future to take care of yours. Your career. - His blue eyes were dark, like the sea on a stormy night. - Because of you, out of respect for our friendship, I agreed to help you and ended up becoming your manager. But, if you don't change, I will be the one who has to pay the price.

      Jonas' eyes widened at Bruno's outburst, and then he looked away. He was not used to seeing his friend lose his temper like this.

      - No problem. I'll go easy on him.

      He took another bite, chewing the food that now felt like sand in his mouth. He didn't want to hurt his friend, or his career... he just wanted to enjoy his youth and the single life he was leading. He didn't even understand why people were so interested in who he was seeing. It was okay that he was a womanizer and that he knew at the very moment that the wife of one of the main directors of the network smiled at him that she was trouble. But he loved women and could not resist their charm.

      Jonas looked up and saw that Bruno was eating, while reading something very amused on his cell phone. Although he was well-dressed as always, he looked tired. The businessman frowned and twisted his mouth as he stared at the screen.

      - Did something happen? - Jonas asked, drawing Bruno's attention.

      - Mel was giving me some information about some of her contracts. She managed to reverse the jeans campaign. - He sighed. - That's good. One less problem.

      They continued eating, talking about mutual friends, soccer, and the jobs that were left after the scandal. On the way out, Bruno again made recommendations to his friend.

      - Dude, please. Stay out of trouble. I'm trusting you.

      Jonas nodded his head in agreement.

      - What can we do to change this? Do you have any ideas?

      Bruno ran his hand through his hair and sighed in frustration.

      - For the time being, you will keep a low profile. You will disappear for a while. After a few days with your name out of the gossip circles, people will start to forget. This week we will have a meeting with an executive team from cable TV. Let's hope they have some interesting proposals... maybe a sitcom?

      - I would love to present a show - Jonas said with the huge smile he usually has on when he wants to conquer something... or someone.

      - After this scandal, not even the jewelry auction channel would hire you to spend six hours presenting jewelry from the Middle East without a bathroom break. - They both laughed and shook hands. - Take care. And for God's sake, stay out of trouble.

      Jonas nodded and headed to the parking lot, while Bruno watched him closely, hoping that no hottie would get in the actor's path on the way to his house. All he needed was to stay away from temptations.

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