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
Peter flashed a sort of smile."That's what I was going to ask you if it was your cousin Gerald who sent them. We thought maybe he was doing it to apologize, but no..." he shook his head. "I didn't think it was possible, Max didn't think so either. Honestly, Maximiliano didn't like that violation of his privacy, that's why they moved out of the hotel, but that's it, no problem. Do you think we should be even more careful with him? With Gerald?"Daniel snorted a good puff of air, getting a little nervous, thinking about her words as he shook his head, accompanied by a few grimaces."Perhaps, yes. Maybe... though I hope my words and the occasional scolding from Aunt will work to make him sit still."Peter smiled and drank, almost finishing his drink."Another one?"The blond nodded, amiable, always charming, yet serious."Daniel, I've been very curious about what happened between you and Hilary. What happened? Weren't you two about to get married?"Daniel avoided a sigh and a snort of i
Maximiliano broke the visual connection with his wife to pick up the glass and take another sip."No," Carla said, placing one hand over Max's. In her chest, she felt a strong pressure for not wanting to ask the respective questions. "What did you just tell me?"Max sighed after that question. Carla had to take her hand off the glass because Max didn't want to let go of his. He downed the entire drink and returned the glass to the table. Then, he turned to face her."Peter was the one who figured it out, but we're not sure yet. We think know the man who was messing up the receptionist at that gym."Carla was speechless again."Wait a minute. If you know him, I could recognize him with a picture, couldn't I? Max, with a picture, I can recognize him; show it to me.""Correct, I know that with a picture you could recognize him," he almost didn't say it."So...? Show me the picture."Max moved the chair to lean forward and rest his elbows on his legs."Max?""Before looking at the picture
Maximiliano kept an eye on Carla all night long. Especially in the early hours of the morning, after Peter Embert called from The City to announce an emergency: the death of Hilary Summer, Daniel Glint's girlfriend, or whom he defined to people as his ex.Carla didn't just do facial recognition when she saw Daniel on the Internet that day. The blond security agent from his office called "Spaceship," sent to Maximiliano's private email (the same mailbox he shared with George J. Miller, too) an image of the girl who was the party boy's partner, the same woman he lied about all the time.Carla saw the picture; Max showed it to her after dinner, when she had calmed down from the shock of seeing Glint. The picture showed a beautiful, smiling young woman. Carla didn't know of her passing when she said, "That's her.""It's strange to see her so beautiful," his wife commented, adding that she remembered the woman with a frightened, terrified look on her face.When Max reported her passing, Ca