Carla was crying, the blonde realized how much the subject affected her and that it was not for nothing.Max's wife wiped her tears again."I feel so sorry for that woman... so much, Claudia, pretty much. It's... No way that I saw only a part of what that asshole did to her, and I was completely impotent; I couldn't help her; I couldn't stop him from killing her."Claudia covered her face with her hands, a quick moment to hide how terrible those words made her feel. Then, she removed her hands from her face to continue looking at Carla."Claudia," she whispered, "I know Daniel was your boss and that you worked for him for years. Can I assume you had something with him at some point?" The blonde stopped looking at her, not focusing her eyes on anything in particular. "I won't assume anything else; I didn't come to make you uncomfortable; I didn't come to force you to do anything. I am not them," she whispered, "I'm a defender of freedom, and do you know why? Because I know the pressure
Carla exhaled profusely and rolled her eyes. Max raised his eyebrows as he watched all those gestures."Max, I had to go and convince her myself. If the methods of persuasion hadn't worked, because I imagine Peter's weren't suitable for her, then I had to try something, something in my power, myself…”"Carla, Carla, Carla..." he stopped her explanation with a repeated (though slight) movement of his left hand, "you followed my trusted guard, my right-hand man as if he were a criminal. You lied to me, and you lied to him, too. Also, you entered that apartment without my permission, where a protégée of the agency lives, and you deigned to talk to a possible witness of an open case without consulting anyone. Do you know how serious that was? Do you know how upset Peter is? And not only with you but with me, because I can't control you." Max was breathing fast and stabbing her with his eyes. His voice was low, pierced through throat and teeth, and seemed to hit important points in the wom
Max looked at the dessert and returned his back to the chair. He raised his hand, prompting the waiter to come over immediately."To carry, please." He handed him a black card as well."Very good, sir."When the waiter left, she no longer looked at him, thinking that he was right about absolutely everything, also about how unnecessary it was to tell him that intimate part of her life, adding to those thoughts’ explanations, like understanding that he didn't like her disappearing and slipping out of his sight; that she was always like that; that she only let her guard down momentarily and added to all her thoughts, her jealousy. Claudia was very beautiful, too beautiful. She trusted him, she knew he wasn't her lover, that he wasn't cheating on her, but it bothered her that, despite being a husband, he still didn't feel he had the right to demand anything from her.The waiter brought back the credit card and a bill that Max signed.He took the small box that held the dessert, the one he
Claudia stared at the ceiling of her room, one that didn't belong to her, and couldn't stop thinking about what had happened with Carla that day.«That woman...» she thought. «Perfect for him,» she said to herself, like a balm for her conscience, giving all the reasons to her, making decisions regarding her speech, one that seemed to work in favor of Max's wife.But she didn't want to do things this way, the fear prevented her from doing so. She calibrated the idea of asking Carla herself for money to go to the other side of the world in exchange for information so she wouldn't be sent across the ocean. She wouldn't go back to The City, she couldn't! Daniel would hurt her, but she was ashamed to ask that of her, she would not. If Claudia had to get out of there, it would be by her means, and she needed to find a way to sneak out of that apartment; it was the moment. But at the same time, she had a desire for revenge. Claudia wanted Daniel to get scrubbed; she wanted to see him in trou
Lenis wanted George to join Daniel's case as soon as he could. The new parents hired two assistants, one lady for the kitchen and household chores, and another to act as a nanny and expert assistant in all maternity matters, such as changing the baby's sleep, as well as his care and feeding, both knowing, thanks to the prenatal courses they took, that the first months of life are the most delicate, but the lawyer wanted to stay at home for at least two whole months, so Maximiliano thought Daniel was very lucky. Miller's assistant was doing her job well, but nothing like having the star lawyer active who could ask all the pertinent questions and interrogations and see the ongoing investigation up close. It didn't matter. For the three bosses, what mattered was the new addition to the family was okay, and if they had to stop any operation or slow it down, they would. Besides, Daniel was behaving too well, obeying every order and warning from the police, answering all the questions he wa
"Get over there! I'm still missing the best part."Max held up his hands in apology, accepting that sort of scolding, and headed to the bathroom to wash up."Will you find me some panties? I'm not wearing these." She threw the cloth that had just been picked up from the kitchen floor, which, despite being all neat and tidy, gave her the idea that her private parts were in contact with the cloth."As you say, Miss D' Bastidas."She laughed, he had already been making that joke of mentioning her last name. What Carla didn't know was that he didn't do it as a joke; on the contrary, he loved to call her that way; the detail was in understanding that he still didn't see the moment to tell her, as well as many other things.Max sat in one of the high chairs and watched her doing something on the stove. She indicated that he couldn't watch, but he tried, even more so knowing that it was all to celebrate his birth.At last, she turned to him with a flat tray in her hands, carrying a doughnut-s
(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.
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