"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
"Max..."That was more than enough for him, the mention of his name in that delicious gasp unhinged him.The kiss enervated, and his hands squeezed her breasts over her clothes, reaching for the edge of her blouse without waiting for the world to end.Carla raised her arms, let herself be done, enraptured by his caresses, needing them like rain in the desert. She had to gasp, to lift her face as if she wanted to pull her face out of a raging sea. Bastidas' master lips, burning, setting fire to her breasts, burning the middle of them, between her ribs, on her abdomen, lifting the top piece of her bathing suit and releasing those tender, unhindered aureoles, evidence of all that was happening.Carla rested one foot on the floor, letting the two of them pull down those leggings she had put on to go swimming in the indoor pool a while ago, dragging with them the golden swimsuit bikini, leaving her with nothing underneath, leaving her in a partial nudity that was enough for the two of them
Max never tired of kissing her, and she never tired of letting him kiss and caress her. They could stay like this, together, concentrating on each other for hours.On top of her, he kissed her back, enjoying how her skin bristled with the touch of his lips against a complexion that had just lived episodes of pure eroticism.«How beautiful Carla is, how willing, how expert and ready for me», were some of Max's thoughts during or after making love to her.Many were the graceful occasions they loved each other that afternoon. Now it was night, the very night of the seventeenth of that first month of the year. They knew that there were still things pending to talk about, to discuss, to confess, but none of them wanted to burst that idyllic bubble of very thin glass that would bring with it, when it broke, dangerous shards of glass.However, Carla also wanted to put one foot on the ground."We must talk," she said, her voice a little husky, a little hoarse too, full of sleep and happiness.
Dressed in a king blue suit, a custom-made three-piece outfit, attorney George J. Miller, with his hair neatly cut and freshly shaved, carrying a thin black leather folio with him, keeping inside some black folders, walked with energetic steps through the aisles of a large shopping mall located not far from the center of The City.The weather was perfect; the cold was already subsiding, and the sunlight mingled with the shadows of the buildings and trees in the squares. For that fact, thanks to the good weather, he opted to enjoy that surprising coolness and didn't put on any jacket or overcoat over his expensive office attire.After passing through the glass doors of the mall, going up the central ladders, and crossing to the left, he went deeper and deeper among the various stores, just looking at them with the arrogant demeanor that suited him perfectly and pleased the women who saw him passing by, until he reached the elevator area, special and unique, destined for only one zone o
Maximiliano Bastidas changed the signal with Claudia Leslie at Peter's request, the woman could no longer leave London. It was better that she didn't do so until after Carla Davison's statement was released.After his wife told everything that had happened in the gymnasium that night to the state police, a statement that led to the delivery and receipt of the documents issued to Daniel Glint by attorney George J. Miller back in The City; a very interesting movement developed at Santa María clinic, the same one where Hilary Summer was a patient and the same one where she perished.The intervention of Mrs. Seda Bastidas with their foundation surprised Max very much. What wasn't told to anyone but the three bosses, the agents of the blond Peter Embert, Lenis Evans, and Carla, is the brilliant performance that Seda made together with the people who accompanied her to the Santa María clinic the same morning that Daniel received the papers.From minute one, Mrs. Bastidas was fascinated to i
George's assistant, a slightly short, well-dressed blonde in a white office suit with a white three-quarter length shirt and pants, white shoes, and slightly high heels, asked to enter her boss's office with a knock on his door. She preferred to do it that way only when a very important meeting was about to take place than to do it by pressing the intercom button and talking to him through the speaker.It was already January eighteenth, 16:30hrs. After lunch, the lawyer had just printed J.T.'s report on the meeting with the director of the clinic, sent by the same agent to his private data, and analyzed each of the words said by the doctor."Come in."The secretary obeyed and held the office door open to speak to him."The refreshments and the meeting room are ready, but the deposition will be delayed.""Why?" George took his eyes off the documents, resting them on the desk."Mr. Glint's lawyer called. He reported the delay, blaming himself for it: he must adjust the change in tuition
Daniel greeted George's assistant with a nod and a smile from which she avoided furrowing her brow at how strange it felt especially the last gesture."Come this way, please." She opened the boardroom, which was kept behind large, luxurious, varnished wooden doors, and introduced the newcomers to her boss."Miller, my boy!" greeted the gentleman accompanying Daniel, dressed in a lead-gray suit, an almost black tie, and wearing rimmed glasses.George shook the man's hand pleasantly, showing, strangely, a smile, a gesture that seemed to be sincere to the eyes of those who did not know him.His secretary avoided smiling, the smile was atypical for him. She understood that her boss had something on his mind that day: he rarely smiled openly in the middle of such important cases."Daniel..." the host greeted, shaking his hand albeit quickly and with a little smile. "Please take a seat. Would you like something to drink?""For me, water," Glint's lawyer said."Same," said the other one.The
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.