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
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.