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
After breakfast, Carla told Max that she would stay at home to work on some things with Seda, something that was not a lie, she simply avoided telling him the time when the two should communicate. Since she wasn't supposed to go to the museum The Castle, or the Davison headquarters, she left the apartment and knocked on the door of the neighboring floor. It was 09:00 when B.J. opened the door. The woman wrinkled her brow, not expecting him to open the door, but another bodyguard."B.J.? Uh, good morning."Good morning, Mrs. Davis.""Gosh! When will you get used to calling me Carla? Caaaarla. Carla." He smiled, then changed his expression, barely, asking her the famous employee-boss question: how can I help you? "I wanted to do some shopping and I needed help. That's why I came. Where's the yogurt boy?" That's the nickname she gave Boreanaz."He's on leave.""It's strange to see you here at this hour. Are you on leave too?""No, I was on my way out," he was dressed in office clothes, a
For her part, Claudia didn't feel nervous, it was just the shock of not believing who was visiting her. «What does Maximiliano's wife have to tell me? Did she find out about the affairs, and maybe she came to claim me?» were some of the questions the blonde quickly asked herself as she invited Carla to sit down in the living room."Excuse my clothes; what happened is that I just woke up, I barely brushed my teeth, and I'm sorry for showing up this way; I..."Carla raised one hand slightly, showing her palm. Closed her eyes and opened them immediately, as if trying to control her weariness at so many words spoken in less than a minute. Carla simply felt the need to somehow ask her to relax, that nothing bad was about to happen."Calm down, you don't have to speed up or say anything." She turned to the bodyguard, who was still standing there being more of a soldier than ever, more concrete and stiffer than nobody had ever seen him before."Claudia, could you wait for us for a moment? It
Claudia came into the living room with a cup of coffee. She didn't like to drink anything, so it seemed fine to do for Carla nothing else. She put everything in the middle of the low table and Carla realized how uncomfortable it would be to ingest the coffee and converse there, so she looked at the small table in front of the kitchen and asked the blonde for permission to sit there and be more pleasant and comfortable. She needed Claudia to concentrate on her words, about to go out and show herself there, determined. The newcomer needed to create some sort of intimacy or closeness with that woman.The hostess, agreeing because she had no other choice, nodded to Carla and there they were now.Maximiliano's wife asked her bodyguard to please leave the apartment. She beckoned and gave him a very suggestive look that indicated that he could trust her and that nothing bad would happen. The guard had no choice but to obey, pulling out his phone and showing it to her as a version of what he
Claudia didn't take her eyes off the woman."I had a strong confrontation with that guy, with my... ex-uncle." She looked at the door as if corroborating. That way, the guard could not hear them from outside. "Max doesn't know this, and I hope you don't tell him, but when I told him about what happened with my aunt's ex and he asked me if that guy hurt me, I lied and said no," she whispered.Claudia was still deep in her momentary paralysis, her concentration was an ultra order that even she didn't think she possessed."I had to defend myself because I told him things to his face, I told him why my aunt didn't love him anymore and why she had divorced him. He couldn't take it, so he took me by force and tried to..." Carla paused to take a breath. "Anyway... He didn't succeed. I hit him, he hit me in the arm; thank God it wasn't in the face, I wouldn't know how to justify it." Claudia gritted her teeth; she felt goosebumps. "Yes, Claudia, exactly. When you are beaten and you feel stron