The aroma of brewed coffee and French toast is lingering on Reina’s nostrils. She’s eating her breakfast on the lanai together with her father, who’s busy reading the newspaper. This is a typical Sunday morning routine after the two become close as father and daughter. Don Mauro’s smile of satisfaction is beaming and his good mood is influencing her mood too.
“Why are you so happy, Dad?” She drank her vanilla latte until the last drop and smiled with satisfaction.
Don Mauro folded the newspaper and placed it on a chair on his left side. “Those vultures were fighting each other and it’s amusing for me. We don’t have to release anything because the companies that were at odds with Y Entertainment were dragging their names in the mud. It’s like a big fight inside a pigpen.” He couldn’t hold
