Arriving at the mountains, Daniel's pick-up entered the second village, a very picturesque place that welcomed him with the decoration of the local fair, and quiet people walking here and there.From rock they went to pop, then to ballads... several songs played on the vehicle's stereo helped them to cheer up, especially the guards. Glint wanted them to feel that this was not a job, but an adventure, an outing with friends. Daniel loved empathy, he thought that this word and its precise action saved his nights and days of boredom and idleness. Sometimes, he felt people inside his hands; it was not something too pleasant when it happened all the time, but in the moments he needed it most, perfection was something that always worked for him."Turn on the GPS," Daniel commanded to the driver, who obeyed, lowering the volume of the music to open the app that would help them get to the inn.There were still a few meters to go, as the reservation was located at the end of the village. At th
(Day of the will reading)."This is absurd, I'm not going to do it!" Carla Davis interrupted the man reading her father's will, "I will not accept this farce, I will not marry this man!"With her office suit of black skirt and white shirt, straight black hair, and high heels, the beautiful Protocol assistant of the corporation stood up and squeezed her eyelids tightly."This is complete madness!" she cried out to everyone. Her breathing quickened, eyes filled with rage. She could not believe that her father had done this, sensing the real reason was only to hurt her."I don't know what..." She sighed to calm down, "I don't know what was the real intention of that man to do this to us, but it's ridiculous." And she started pacing back and forth like a caged beast because she was certainly an employee and couldn't do the slight of sneaking out leaving everyone with the word in their mouths.Several minutes earlier, Carla Davis was riding the elevator straight up to the President's depar
(Day of the will reading)."Excuse me, what did you just say? Are you the daughter of whom?" Maximiliano jumped up with a rather astonished and unfriendly look on his face. He had never expected such a relationship because, as far as he knew, Fred Davison had no children."Gentlemen..." interjected Lenis in a stupor. She knew that George was analyzing Davis' reactions and body language, while she was still visually connected to Max, "I have to get the chat room online now. If you'll excuse me..."Lenis did her job and within seconds, everyone in the room was able to see the image of Attorney Fitzgerald appear on the screen."Good afternoon. I hope I can be heard well.""Loud and clear," reported Lenis, smiling politically. "Excuse me," she said before turning away.After she left the meeting room, the lawyer spoke again from England."Thank you very much for being all present...""Sir, please, if I may..." interrupted Carla, evidently embarrassed and nervous. "You are Mr. Davison's...
(Day of the will reading)."Come, let's talk over there.," attorney George J. Miller asked his client before could do something stupid. George was well aware of the angry looks that Max was giving the assistant. "Carla, please wait for us."Lenis entered the boardroom at that moment and saw her husband nodding his head at the woman they were leaving alone. She understood perfectly what George was asking: to take care of her, to stay there, and to help with whatever she needed.Lenis nodded to her husband and approached the lady who was still not quite back to reality.Meanwhile, the two men passed into the CEO's office through an adjoining door that connected the two places. Max entered and George closed the wood behind him.The owner of the corporation turned to George."How serious is all this?""I can't figure it out yet, but turning down an inheritance isn't a game. Much less if we're talking about a foundation protected by the state, even if it's not subsidized. Also, you know wh
(Two weeks before the will reading).A girl's moans filtered through the gymnasium's ventilation ducts.Carla Davis, a beautiful woman in her late forties, with straight black hair, tall, fair skin, with slightly Asian features, mixed with English blood and Latin ancestry, turned off the shower faucet to hear the bustle better.It was evening, mid-December. Carla hadn't been able to attend the spa, swim in the pool, or work out for a while now, so that night she preferred to stay longer than the established time there at the gym where she always used to go.The shower was delicious. Warm, soothing water. But she needed to pay attention, staying still, trying to understand what was heard in the room.The echo allowed her to better listen to everything. Even a pin falling on the floor could be heard by anyone who was there at that time of day. The feminine moans were constant. That voice seemed to be trying to get someone to leave her alone at all costs.Carla felt goosebumps and swallo
(A day before the will reading). Maximiliano Bastidas' body had not only been training for hours. The muscular and athletic body of the CEO of one of the largest, most controversial, and important corporations in the city had been working out for years.And did the results pay off?He worked out every morning if business allowed. It is the end of December, a week before Christmas, it was one of those days where his office took a back seat with the sole intention of exercising.He needed it, he needed to drain urgently, and he needed exercise as much as he needed water or oxygen. Maximiliano longed to be able to free himself from the strong tensions generated in a year full of challenges. The past few months had been complicated, every single one, without exception.The grass in his huge courtyard, almost flooded by the rain, made his steps more difficult to execute and with the spacious ceramic floors he encountered from time to time, he had to be careful not to fall."Sir! Sir!"He
Maximiliano got up from his chair and left his office, heading upstairs. Upon entering his bedroom, the largest in the house, he walked straight to his cell phone.Dialed the number of his lawyer, who answered in less than three rings."Bastidas calling me early, this is weird," the lawyer joked. "What happened now?""Fred Davison is dead," Max reported. He could almost hear the gears of his legal advocate kicking in."When did it happen?""Lenis just called me and confirmed it.""Mmm..." There was silence between the lines. "I'll get up to speed on his company's situation right away."Max wanted to say, "Yes, please," or "Perfect," but chose to remain silent. He didn't like the deceased, but he was a human being after all, and it seemed cruel and disrespectful to confirm to his lawyer that the interest in calling him was only to investigate the status of the deceased's shares and assets. In other circumstances, he might not have minded being this painless with business, much less wit
"Carla, what are you doing here? Weren't you sick?" Bobby Clarence asked when he saw her enter the Protocol department.The director of that area, a tall, thin man, with a lined face and black hair combed back with gel, wearing a lead-gray two-piece suit that seemed a little big for him, stood up from his seat behind the desk as a courtesy, surprised to see one of his four assistants on a day's leave."Bobby," she greeted, standing very close to the door, "can you explain to me what a girl from human resources is sitting in my cubicle? She tells me that the department has sent her to... to replace me.""Sit down, please." Clarence pointed to one of the two chairs in front of the table.Carla agreed, avoiding letting out a sigh."Replace is not the word. Supply. And only while you're on leave..." He interrupted his words abruptly. "You were on leave, weren't you?"Carla, at times, had to deal with the strange decisions and attitudes of her most direct superior: the annoying Bobby, as so
Arriving at the mountains, Daniel's pick-up entered the second village, a very picturesque place that welcomed him with the decoration of the local fair, and quiet people walking here and there.From rock they went to pop, then to ballads... several songs played on the vehicle's stereo helped them to cheer up, especially the guards. Glint wanted them to feel that this was not a job, but an adventure, an outing with friends. Daniel loved empathy, he thought that this word and its precise action saved his nights and days of boredom and idleness. Sometimes, he felt people inside his hands; it was not something too pleasant when it happened all the time, but in the moments he needed it most, perfection was something that always worked for him."Turn on the GPS," Daniel commanded to the driver, who obeyed, lowering the volume of the music to open the app that would help them get to the inn.There were still a few meters to go, as the reservation was located at the end of the village. At th
She sighed; at least she got what she wanted, for him to walk away to change clothes.One of the things Max assureds her once during those long conversations on the bed, was the lack of cameras on that side of the building, functioning as an intimate area where people could be naked if they wanted, people she never saw, but Max only indicated the two of them could undress there if they wanted to; he did it constantly, didn't care because he knew very well that there were no cameras. For that reason, Carla used to always make sure she was not accompanied, to go with her bathing suit on, however, because of the recent circumstances, she went down without anything prepared and had to undress there, so she took off the gray panties with unusual details in its confection and armhole sleeve, staying in her underwear, a tight white bikini tailored, which she then took off without looking away from the gym.Carla put on the full white swimsuit, gathered her black hair in an onion-style ponyta
Daniel gave precise instructions to everyone. Leaving the original bar in charge to his assistant, he decided it was time to withdraw for a moment from all the pressure, even from the networks, promising to turn off his cell phone by the time he reached his destination.His driver was already waiting for him in one of the pick-ups destined for his trip; two guards from the new team he recently hired, all dressed in civilian clothes, were standing by, one at the door of his apartment, the other in the lobby of the building.After paying a good amount of money to each of them, especially to the heads of the yellow and pink media who were after him, he remembered the words of his lawyer, who repeated on several occasions how beneficial it was for him that the police had Hilary's sister, who was the only troublemaker who could disrupt everything with her denunciations a vox póluli, in custody and isolated.Daniel was in a hurry. Several days before that September 15, he found out who the
Carla didn't let anyone open the door for her and when the youngest bodyguard wanted to help, Maximiliano signaled him not to intervene, to leave her alone.She went up the elevator alone, Max had to resort to another one to get to the floor. She entered the apartment alone and slammed the door a few seconds before it arrived, without missing anything, neither noises nor stomping much less the enormous female annoyance.Max walked in and closed the door, wanting very much to slam it too, but restrained himself. His phone was ringing, but he didn't pay attention, didn't even take it out of his pants pocket. As soon as he took off his jacket, he threw the keys to the apartment into the glass bowl and continued walking with energetic steps in search of his wife, wherever she was.He found the door to Carla's room open, the handbag on the bed, the golden sandals on the floor, scattered as if nothing, messy. He heard water but not much. He knocked on the door."Carla, let me in."She didn'
Carla tilted her head to one side, throwing it back slightly with a smile full of doubt."What?""I imagine your husband wouldn't have wanted to bother you with such a tidbit of information, and I apologize for being the unwise one to blurt it out, but I think you should know all about it. Brandon Hial is the nephew of your father's wife, Carla. That's a reality that he knew all along."Carla didn't speak for a couple of seconds."What?"Yul exhaled quite a lot of air, stirring in the armchair. Age and so much work added to her back a perennial pain that always made her move every time she sat down."It's a fact of life, girl, sorry again to tell you. Brandon was sought out by his aunt when she found out who his girlfriend was. They didn't have any kind of closeness, but he always knew who his aunt was, of course, you wouldn't think the reporter found out about her roots late." She laughed a little at that. "What he didn't know was you, his girlfriend, were the daughter of Fred Daviso
Already upstairs, and after crossing the threshold of the hall, the couple was greeted by each member of the board directors, except, of course, the head of the press office, since there was still a vacancy to be filled after what happened with Brandon, he was expelled from the payroll.Everyone surrounded the big table. When they saw the majority shareholders arrive, they rose courteously to greet them. "Please, come in," Romina D'Marc greeted, head of publicity, who was currently in charge of filling the gap left by the journalist after what happened at the museum."Mr. Bastidas," Mr. Francisco Billabond greeted, shaking hands with both the newcomer and his wife, "let me express my most sincere congratulations on your day, on behalf of the entire team," the head of the public relations department of Davison & Associates continued. "Please take your seats."Maximiliano looked around, analyzing everyone's body language, as well as an inspection of the place in question, realizing tha
One of the things he most admired about Carla, and what Max liked the most, was that she didn't wear the clothes that he ordered to put in her closet, expensive clothes he ordered to buy, clothes he offered her as a gift. She always left everything put away, Carla didn't touch the pants, dresses, or shoes, and Max knew that the word pride didn't fit, she wasn't proud, Carla simply didn't see the need to wear anything else if she already had her closet, one that she could bring from The City and that, to his surprise, worked perfectly, everything suited her very well and looked exquisite because Carla always (proving it to him every day) had good taste.Max began to corroborate this again when he saw his wife almost parading out of the hallway of rooms in the apartment they shared wearing a sublime outfit that made her look extremely elegant and even much more so than any party dress he could have bought for her. A gray-blue panty with vertical timbered reliefs that were only noticeab
Pissed off, very upset, almost scared. Peter couldn't believe that one of the most dangerous criminals that The City had ever had the misfortune to meet was still harming, regardless of being in prison. He didn't want to say anything to anyone yet, despite the need to keep Max and George informed. He wanted to corroborate his suspicions by finding out much more about this Oswaldo Hurtado, who seemed like a ghost.In about two weeks, Oswaldo took him through a line of inquiry he didn't want to revisit, points in the capital, and contacts he had left behind.When Lenis Evans, the secretary of his friend Maximiliano, came into their lives, Peter realized that Evans' name must be false, and little by little, the very vicissitudes of destiny, a destiny that would keep them together forever, made them understand that it was indeed so. Her name was not Lenis Evans, but Lisa Diaz; she was married to the advisor of the ex-governor Jefferson Smith, currently imprisoned as well and not only for
(Fifteen days earlier).Peter was sitting in one of the office chairs that surrounded the large central table of his office, which was the interior of a shed and a large gray building nicknamed Spaceship, which was nothing more than the headquarters of his security agency, one that he created several years ago after specializing in international security and high-risk protocols.In front of large computer screens, monitors connected to several computers, surrounded by keyboards and mice, he was watching everything, still, thoughtful, after having reviewed the evidence in front of him.He was accompanied by one of his star agents, Jaya Takur, nicknamed J.T., who was an expert in communication technology and research, updated with the latest trends used by the best agencies in the world. Both of them, silent, each one immersed in their investigation, analyzed everything they ordered in front of them.The autopsy was approved by the judge and Peter had just given Maximiliano the results.