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"It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy;

it is disposition alone."

Hey, Nina!

- Did you get any sleep, Sofia? - Why? Do I look like a zombie?

No need to broadcast to everyone else

that you've been losing sleep over this presentation.

- I'm joking, I'm joking. - Don't do that.

Relax.

We can fix that with some concealer.

Pride and Prejudice

- Sofi, it's finished! - It came in yesterday from the binder.

But I'm not sure about the metallic foil, and I want to emboss Jane's name.

It's perfect.

To me, it's perfect just like this. It's beautiful.

Let's hope my boss likes it too.

It's so heavy you can just hit him with it to get him to agree.

Yeah. All right, I'll try that.

Drinks later?

To celebrate.

- I can't, I have a date. - Come again?

A date? Who with?

As if, Nina. I don't waste time on that stuff.

Didn't you mention a cute guy from work?

Hey, who needs a man when I've got you, girl?

Come on now.

- Just me? Or me and Mr. Darcy? - Mr. Darcy too.

Oh, Mr. Darcy. Wish me luck.

- What's the problem? - You're not authorized, ma'am.

- So you won't let me up? - Exactly.

- You think I'm gonna steal toilet paper? - Honestly, yes.

So uptight. Are you a Capricorn?

- Spot on. - You're very uptight, you know?

Excuse me. May I help you?

I need to deliver this to the publisher, but this rude man won't let me up.

I've told you already, ma'am.

Editora Arte is not accepting unsolicited manuscripts.

Tell you what: I'll take it upstairs. But it has to be now, 'cause I'm late.

- Really? - Sure.

Thank you, Sofia. You won't regret it.

This is just what you need.

How do you know my name?

Your badge.

- It's on your badge. - Of course.

- Have a good day. - You too.

You jerk.

Hold it, hold it!

Perfect timing. All you need is the shining armor.

No armor here, but I've got coffee.

More useful and less cliché.

That the new prototype?

- Don't look. - Looks secondhand.

I'll pretend I didn't see it.

Sofia.

- Wanna grab a beer after work? - What?

I've been meaning to ask you out...

for a drink or something.

I guess I've misread the signs.

I'm sorry, Gustavo.

- Sorry. - No, no.

It's all good.

I can handle a bit of rejection.

Hey.

- This doesn't change anything, okay? - Okay.

Lizzie Bennet, a woman ahead of her time.

The two-faced Mr. Wickham.

And, of course, the mysterious Mr. Darcy.

The main characters of Pride and Prejudice ,

which, ever since its publication in 1813,

has been considered the magnum opus of its writer, Jane Austen.

Sofia, a good executive has got to have eagle eyes.

Right, Paty?

Eyes set on the future.

But you want to go back in time

and publish a century-old book

that I could just download for free on my phone.

It's a two-century-old book, Carlos. And no.

I want to go way beyond.

With a cover that hearkens back to the classic style of the 19th century,

this prototype contains over 200 extra pages of exclusive content,

such as private letters of the author,

reviews, and illustrations from that time.

Here's the thing: We're not just selling a book.

We're selling a journey through time!

When our readers hold this book in their hands,

they will be transported to the day Pride and Prejudice was first released.

Gustavo?

Carlos, that doesn't fit our target audience.

I mean, Sofia... Try not to lose sight of things.

- Isn't Pride and Prejudice a bit dated? - Wait, Gustavo, I'm not--

How is it relevant?

We live in the era of Tinder and Fifty Shades of Grey--

Wait, hang on.

You can't compare Jane Austen to Fifty Shades of Grey .

One is about love, the other is just sexual impulses.

- They're completely different. - And that's the problem.

This thing's missing some spice!

We need to cater to the modern woman.

Here, let me brainstorm real quick.

- Be quick. - We can solve this thing.

Why don't we hire someone to write a feminist version

that takes place in the 21st century?

In it, Lizzie is only looking for casual relationships.

Though she might settle for a rich guy to pay for her influencer lifestyle.

You can't be serious.

But that's what people want. Sexual impulses!

No one cares about happy endings anymore.

Then it wouldn't be Jane Austen.

All of her books have happy endings, that's the whole point.

Sofia, I'm sure that worked well back in the 19th century,

but is that what women want today? Because, in my experience,

they don't care about dating.

You can't rely on your own personal frustrations

to make a publishing decision.

People like happy endings.

Sofia, I really liked your presentation.

Great job. Excellent, even.

Gustavo raised a few important points I can't ignore,

but I'll read all of it thoroughly.

Shall we, girls? Juliana? We've got a meeting with our new blogger.

- Damn it. - Yeesh.

So he tried to ruin your project just because you said no?

What's worse is that he was so mature about it

that I second-guessed myself. I thought, "Whoa, why did I say no?"

Can you believe it? Yeah, no.

They're all the same, I can't.

No, girl. It's not like that.

You pour your heart out

and they disappoint you in the end, one way or another.

Another Wickham for my collection.

What about Rafa?

Is he bad too?

Of course not, you found the last decent man on the planet.

Girl, for someone who's always reading Jane Austen,

your aversion to relationships is kind of ironic, isn't it?

Jane Austen is fiction, girl. It's make-believe, like Cinderella .

I live in the real world. Happy endings are for books.

You say that, but I know you believe in happy relationships.

Sure, but in the meantime,

I'll happily read my books, which fill me with joy, like this drink.

Why do you keep looking at the waiter?

- Me? - Yeah.

I'm not. You're seeing things.

- Tell me. Come on. - Okay.

I'm glad you think Rafa's a decent guy,

because he's been promoted.

That's great. Finally.

He'll work in Australia.

What?

And he wants me to go with him,

so he asked to marry me.

And I said yes.

No, hold on.

Okay, sure...

But... when are you going?

In four days.

Wait. You're kidding me, right?

Sofia, you've had a difficult day, so I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that.

Look...

I know you really like him.

Everybody knows that. But are you sure about this?

You can't be sure of anything when you're in love, Sofia.

You can be sure that you'll end up hurt,

with your heart broken in a million pieces.

You'd like that, right?

Me, crying on your shoulder, so you won't need to be alone.

Nina, where are you going?

Nina.

"Will you be my maid of honor"?

- Where to, love? - Santo Antônio and Carmo.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged

that a single man in possession of a good fortune..."

"Must be in want of a wife."

Jane Austen!

Comfort to my soul.

Tough night?

The kind that makes you want to vanish, you know?

You have your own problems, I won't bother you with mine.

Don't worry, I'm a cab driver.

I'm also a Scorpio rising squared by Neptune,

so I love listening to other people's troubles.

And since my Lilith is in Sagittarius, I can both listen and talk a lot.

I was a jerk to my best friend and said some stuff I shouldn't have.

We ended up fighting,

and now I can't even call her 'cause my phone's all messed up.

- Then take mine. You can use it. - Really?

Thanks.

Well, she's not answering her phone.

No, hold on to it. Then you can try again later.

Thanks.

Anyway. Now tell me everything.

She's getting married and moving to Australia.

Oh, you hate Australia too?

- No, I don't know Australia. - So that's not it. What then?

- I don't think it's a good idea. - Why?

Is her boyfriend a Wickham?

No, no. Rafa is a great guy.

He really loves Nina.

So...? I still don't see the problem.

You're way too young to have lost faith in love.