CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE

LINDA, THE HOUSEKEEPER

"It wasn't hard to get into the condominium, which she thought it would be, since she wasn't invited and wasn't with Otavio this time. But it seemed she was expected, as the helpful attendant at the gate smiled at her and opened the gates for her when she gave her name - ready for a fight if they didn't let her in. Obviously, she was trembling as she parked in front of the mansion. Trembling with anxiety and fear that Dalia wouldn't listen to her or heed the situation.

Seeing it now in daylight, the mansions looked like those from Beverly Hills movies. Everything was sumptuous, and the cars in the open garages and the hedges were so chic that they resembled showrooms of imported cars. Everything was surreal, and she thought that perhaps it would scare the woman to have to give up all of this. After all, Dalia couldn't even prepare a cup of coffee by herself. It was only natural that it would be scary and not as easy as it seemed to just turn her back on it all,