"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
This time the Thursday meeting was held at a distance. Maximiliano longed fervently to return to his homeland, but he understood how important it was not to do so. Besides, for the sake of his psyche and his temperament, it was also positive to stay a while longer, he was sure that if he met Daniel, at least a few kilometers away from one of the Glint bars, he would not hold back from visiting him.Leaning on the threshold of the dresser in Carla's room, Max stood with his feet and arms crossed, dressed in a light-colored shirt and office pants, brown branded shoes, with that casual look that Carla loved to see, but quite the contrary, it wasn't her who detailed him. It was he who was looking at her while she was changing clothes to go out for lunch, an invitation Max made to her after the end of the meeting, one they had to have at an untypical time thanks to the time difference.She went back and forth looking for clothes. I tried on a long-sleeved shirt of a sandy color, also one w
The months went by like a non-stop train ride. The husband and wife, dedicated to their tasks at the foundation and the desolate, almost collapsed Davison company, didn't stop in their chores.Carla hired an excellent human resources company, and data was supplied by Lenis Evans from The City. Maximiliano was impressed by his wife's leadership and management skills. He saw in her something he never thought he would see, not even looking or trying, let alone analyzing. He saw in Carla a woman capable of making decisions without hesitation, but if doubts overwhelmed her, she managed to figure out how to do things or solve problems without others seeing her as unprofessional. Her comments over lunch or dinner, while sharing free time (which unfortunately wasn't much, as Max ran his consortium remotely in coordination with Lenis and other employees from the many departments that made up the payroll) were intelligent, astute, and at the same time humble to herself and others. And the best