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
Daniel gave Claudia some coordinates and the details of some people she should contact. The blonde had already paid for the reservation of a nice hotel in the big and cold city of London, with money in her pocket to spend on whatever she wanted.Her beauty didn't go unnoticed; she attracted a lot of attention; for that reason, Daniel told her to try to keep out of the eyes, although it was possible that when she came in contact with Maximiliano, there would be many eyes that would see her.The hotel was very close to the businessman's new residence, so she got out of the cab before reaching her destination to contemplate the building from a distance, as well as the area and all its attractions.She walked happily through the streets of London, despite the cold. Claudia didn't mind the snow; she felt amazed by everything she saw, and it was not because of the snow, she already knew the winter, but because of the magnificence of the place. In short, she would bring forward her vacation
Claudia didn't plan to answer him; she wanted to make him understand that her annoyance, thanks to the treatment he was giving her, was still there. Logically, the guard could wonder why she was being so stubborn when, after so many years of dating Max, she must have known that the people surrounding the CEO were impenetrable; so much pretending and misbehaving was not good either; he would continue to suspect her. She had to be very convincing with the security agent, play her seduction or friendship cards, whichever it was, to get him to leave her alone. Daniel was right about one thing: he seemed to be the worst of them all, and now she understood that the word "worst" spoke of the most professional."I came for a Pole Dance event," Claudia said. "It's an academy here that receives international students." He showed no sign of believing her. "I'm serious, I have proof. I signed up just yesterday because it was hard to get a place, but my vacation started after Three Kings Day; my t
"Are you done with your coffee?"She nodded and got up, motioning for her to leave the tables first.Claudia said nothing, but it seemed strange that he would let her go. She groggily got up, walked out then totally changed her version when he started to follow her. The blonde turned to him with a suitcase in hand."What are you doing?""I'm following you to the hotel.""Now you've gone crazy, I won't let you do it."Claudia, even if you make it difficult, I'll still know which hotel you're staying at, so walk." He gestured with his hands forward.She looked at him, right in his face. Benjamin was tall, quite tall, his face was that of a sensual, mature baby. He wore a beard several days old that looked a little light but wasn't. His hair was cut flush to his head and he had a small scar very near his left ear where no hair had been born, but the mark itself was so small, she didn't explain how he managed to see it. His jaw was angular, and his eyes were penetrating and somewhat clear
One of the things Carla hated most about everything that was happening to her, about being married to a man out of obligation, was not having a place of her own, autonomy, her own decision, and she still couldn't believe that was her current life.She had a job, but she didn't work. She hadn't even begun to take care of the phantom foundation that was to blame for most of her situation. Besides, she was alone, ungrateful, and lonely in the city of her birth, and it was ironic.But there was something worse than being bored: Maximiliano Bastidas, her husband, hardly shared with her. The businessman, now her husband, locked himself in the office almost all the time, receiving his team of security, talking on the phone, using his laptop, drinking whiskey on the rocks... They hardly ate together, he "had" to go out, but with whom? "With whom did he meet all the time?" she wondered. Max claimed he "had" to go out every time. At breakfast, he had already eaten and would send out dishes for
She turned away, thinking that he would enter his room, not the office. He enters by avoiding brushing against her, surprised by her attitude and finding her in there. He spotted a half-drunk glass on the desk and wrinkled his eyebrows. She rarely drank.He sighed, heading for the small bar in the office. Poured himself a drink, becoming extremely puzzled. That's when he noticed her movements and the glass, she used to be located more to the main chair than to the pair of visitor's chairs.Carla walked around the desk and sat down on the leather seat that belonged to Maximiliano."What are you doing?" he said, almost in a whisper bathed in strangeness."What's wrong with that? Some sin, some rule broken by this?"He didn't move, watching her with premeditation."I was curious to know what it's like to be you for a moment," she explained. "You know, I imagine if you lock yourself in here all day, day and night, sometimes mornings, by the way, there must be something good about it, must
Daniel Glint woke up on January 15 with a bad feeling in his chest. His internal clock was telling him that things in his life needed to start changing. Maybe taking a trip would be a good thing. He knew this, especially when, days before, he contacted Claudia and she told him what was going on with Maximiliano's bodyguard, Benjamín Jarr. The guy was following her everywhere, and the party boy sensed that man felt such distrust in her that there was a possibility someone from the businessman's team was pointing in his direction, crossing a whole ocean with probabilities that would harm him.He drove to Carla Davison's house, driving slowly in front of it. He did it one night, the mornings already making him feel unsafe.Daniel looked at the nearby poles and the surrounding buildings themselves for cameras. Then he contacted the cab driver, asking him again if anyone had seen him that day he dropped off the suitcase. The man assured him no because he wasn't the one who dropped them off
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.