Maximiliano left the restaurant escorted by a couple of his bodyguards. The exit was made from the back.The protocol changed, since inside that place, which he knew very well, casually met an old friend. He had dinner with her and shared a couple of drinks but could not shake off the uneasiness of the argument with his wife.Max was not a guy who liked to argue, and it seemed strange that he did it constantly with her, who, it seemed, didn't much like conflict either. But together they were explosive, seeming not to put up with each other most of the time. Getting married for a commitment very different from love was the worst decision made. "Imposition," he corrected himself when he thought about it. And the worst was knowing that they liked each other. He couldn't obviate or forget all the kisses (for him, too few), that touch of her hands on his body, her gasping words, her resigned face understanding that they might as well move on, but her being truly mature in stopping, knowing
Carla left the underwear tucked between Max's pants on the floor. She grunted, turned around, and went back the way she had come, walking hurriedly towards the elevator area, passing in front of the bellboy, who raised his eyebrows when he noticed the tenant's enervation.Maximiliano set about picking up the rest of the things, still laughing his head off, trying to calm down and moving on. When he was about to cross to the right, he saw B.J., who was getting up from one of the gym benches."Sir, good evening again, sorry for the interruption."Maximiliano wondered how long the bodyguard had been there. Had he heard everything? Had he been as amused as was by the silly discussion?"What is that?" Max asked when he saw a box in the bodyguard's hands, wrapped in brown paper with gold details.The bodyguard cleared his throat before explaining."This package has arrived from Spain, sir. We've scanned it and discovered that it's a couple of bottles.""Liquor? Okay, so what's the big deal
Carla looked curiously at the contents of the box: a bottle of darkened glass, red wine, presented with the name of a well-known company in the international wine industry. The logo of the liquor itself on one side, and the other, the shield that appeared on the box.He proceeded to uncork one of the bottles with the corkscrew, using great skill, without causing havoc or spillage. He took the two glasses, first one, then the other, and poured the liquid—just a little—into one glass.He swirled, sniffed, and drank. Satisfied with the spicy taste of the wine, he finished filling that same glass and passed it to his wife."Try this one.""Are you serious? You weren't arguing with me because I have to take antibiotics and that I can't drink...?""Taste."Carla was about to refute him, drinking wine when they had to talk, but she was tired of arguing that night, so she agreed to take a sip of the wine her husband had just offered her.The incredible taste not only touched her tongue but al
"I witnessed a rape."Total silence."Eh?" Maximiliano's voice came out after a couple of seconds of hearing that confession.Carla inhaled air and exhaled, with her eyes on him, however, she didn't see him, her mind was no longer there, she was transported to that night in the gym, to that place she did not forget, the same place she visited from time to time, although not so much since the whole thing with her father started."Your friend Peter is a good researcher; I like swimming and I do it well. I learned from a very young age, my mother taught me. I learned in this city, and when I grew up, I began to enroll in gyms that had swimming pools so as not to lose the habit or practice. I stopped attending my usual gym shortly after what happened at the consortium. Remember, I traveled to the mountains to visit my aunt taking advantage of those days off at the company because I had time without seeing her, but as soon as I returned to The City, a few days later, more or less, the trut
He nodded slowly, just a shake of his head, trying to absorb the magnitude of what she was telling him."Did you report it?"She nodded."I did it, I went for help. I ran into the first police car I saw and told them everything. I explained to them why I was on those fronts, I told them everything. We went to the gym, and when we arrived, there was no one there, neither a girl nor a man. Everything was closed, the place was dark, and that asshole acted fast. However, they checked, and the window was still open. We managed to get in and... of course, my things were gone too. The report was made official. One of the uniforms gave me a jacket and took me close to home. I don't... I don't know, I thought about every detail so much. This is the first time I tell anyone; I was so stunned. I was asking myself questions like "What did I witness?" Also, it should be noted that the police didn't do anything else, I felt that they didn't pay too much attention to the matter."Silence reigned unt
The raucous music inside the Glint club was due, not only to the volume that the DJ used with the latest generation of mixing equipment and sounds but also to the incredible racket unleashed by Claudia's curves on stage, shaking her hips for the spectacular, sensual and fun acrobatics, appealing to anyone's eyes as the expert dancer that she was.The night of Three Kings Day was always apotheosis in that disco, especially in that venue. Magna, crazy celebration where souls and bodies used to be unleashed inside Glint's vicinity.Daniel watched everything from his kingdom, as he usually called it when that special post-Christmas day was celebrated. He always congratulated himself on the signing of the blonde, who every year seemed to get better and better at her performances: the woman was good at what she did.Hoops, fabrics, tubes, alone, together with colleagues, with a chair or a table, with or without a light show, Claudia could do everything, create everything, give her all up th
Brandon Hial was being guarded in his own home. In part, he felt calm, because he understood that beyond being a witness of a robbery and much more, it was normal that the new owner of the company worked for and his people didn't trust his version, the minimum was to be taken to a police station and that had not been the case, until now.With his nerves on edge for also messing up in front of Carla, his ex, coupled with what could happen to him with everything that had happened, he was sure that if they put a lie detector machine on him and he told the truth, he would come out guilty.He lived in a modest London neighborhood, in a simple apartment located in the center of the city, close to the newspaper where he worked some years ago. Maximiliano arrived, together with one of the guards, at the door of the apartment. He greeted the two agents already guarding the place. One of them opened the doors and let in a casually dressed Max, with an overcoat over his thick coat, thick jeans,
Both men stabbed each other with their gazes. Brandon smiled, getting it right in his head.“I'm glad Carla has found love in someone successful and with money," the journalist said, "but I'm very sorry with someone who keeps her dominated."Maximiliano sighed and almost rolled his eyes at that absurd comment, if Brandon knew how much he would be fascinated by Carla's world domination..."The robbery. Speak." For the CEO, it was time for them to talk about it."Fitzgerald always wanted the presidency of the D&A corporation, I imagine he was upset that Fred wouldn't let him have any and that he would also give percentages of the stock to a daughter that even the lawyer didn't know.""He did know her and you know it," Max said."Of course he did, but I'm talking in the real sense of knowing and interacting. It's no secret to anyone that father and daughter never saw each other's faces, that's what I'm talking about. Fitzgerald would have been satisfied with that percentage, hers, with t