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
Benjamin Jarr still had the new mission, but he knew that January 17 was about to end. He wanted to know why Claudia Leslie Chawic was still in town and why she was now signing up for more classes when she assured him that she would soon travel to Europe to begin her vacation in earnest; it didn't make sense to him.He got to know Hilary Summer, but few words ever crossed paths with her; on one of those occasions, he made friends with Daniel. Although, he was overwhelmed by the news. Deep down, he wasn't surprised, sharing that opinion with his direct line manager, Peter Embert. Daniel was impulsive and treated his girlfriend with a reverence beyond the ordinary. Daniel showed, without caring if others saw him, how jealous he was. Now, not only was he a suspect in that death, but the agents were almost certain that the autopsy they expected to be performed on the girl would reveal physical abuse and that, in the ongoing investigation, more data would come to light, such as psychologic
"Are you watching The Wild Project podcast?" Carla came to the kitchen with that question, finding Maximiliano having a coffee, with a tablet on the marble countertop with its small tripod so he could see the screen well.They shared a lunch after days without doing so. It was already seventeen, around 13:00hrs. Maximiliano went to change his clothes after lunch, putting on something light: a pair of jeans, boots, black shirt with sleeves rolled up, and decided to prepare a good coffee that they could both drink and talk."Sit down, please," Max asked.Carla had gone to spruce up a bit, to rest the pasta she gobbled down earlier, putting on comfortable clothes, with a pair of black leggings, a white blouse with loose-fitting sleeves, and ballerinas in the same color as the fine fabric pants.Max looked at her and detailed that this was not the only garment she had put on, seeing how a thin strip of lycra of a light color that he could not see well from there, but guessing what this hi
Carla loved swimming and the last time she did it was that unfortunate night when her life changed and took a major turn.Despite everything that had happened and what she was about to face, she understood that traumas are released by confronting them, and getting back in the pool and swimming was one way to do that.Not only did she wear her swimsuit, which was a gold-colored bikini and bra double piece. She also brought her cell phone so she wouldn't be cut off and thus, likewise, not feel completely alone, although when she swam, she usually preferred to do it that way, in solitude, and loved it.There were a few times that she walked around the building, and now that it was daytime, she was very pleased to see everything around her. The place was daubed with luxury. The predominant colors were gray, beige, and a bit of gold, too, stainless steel in machines or other objects, beauty and neatness everywhere, and glass doors that combined very well with things made of wood.The area
CHAPTER 73."Look, Claudia, I'm not going to tell you again, stop making a fuss. Sit down, please, so we can talk like the civilized people we are. You have never been a loud or disorderly woman, so please show it right now, be civilized, because you are. And sit the hell down."Maximiliano was on the edge of his patience with Claudia; he didn't know what the hell was wrong with her, but obviously, her attitude blamed her for a lot; it blamed her even for more than he could think.Claudia looked at B.J. and then at Maximiliano. The guard remained stoic, almost without looking at the two of them. He was still standing, present as a witness to the conversation, but oblivious to what was going on. Of course, for Claudia, that isolated behavior was enclosed in quotation marks because she knew that Benajmin was listening to everything perfectly and with great attention.She looked again at Maximiliano and understood that he was already quite fed up, in a way she did not see before. Sincere
"Daniel talked to me the same night of Three Kings Day, right after my presentation at the original Glint bar."All the guards and agents were alert to what Claudia was about to say. For Maximiliano, as well as for them, it was a good start and an indication that the blonde girl finally mentioned "the party boy".She continued:"He told me to want to play a joke on you. One of those jokes that friends sometimes make to say goodbye to bachelorhood, since you didn't have a bachelor party, nor did you invite him to the wedding. Also, he was mad because you didn't attend the celebration he invited you to, the one that night." She sighed, feeling how the weight on her shoulders seemed to lift from there, but to move to other parts of her anatomy, like her hands, which she rubbed endlessly. She wiped away her tears and sucked in through her nose, so she could continue. "You and I know how Daniel is; we know he likes to play practical jokes on his acquaintances, and sometimes he is euphoric;
Carla was on fire. She felt jealousy and it was the first time she experienced it so strongly for her husband.She didn't stop to analyze herself; her mind only wanted to discuss with him, to clarify doubts, and that he could confirm every single thing said by that woman in the bodyguard's apartment."Why are you beating around the bush with my questions?" Carla and Max stopped in the living room, in front of the marble countertop. "Why don't you answer me?""What the hell is wrong with you, Carla? First, what's gotten into you now for spying on me? I may not know you completely or for years, but you have shown me, or you have shown me until today, to be an educated, respectful, and privacy-conscious woman.""Years? Years, you say? The same years you've known this woman? If I am rude and not respectful at all, what is she then?" Because there's a reason why you shouldn't mind talking so openly about her affairs in front of your guards.""What do you mean? Yes, she has made a blunder w
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.