All Chapters of BOUND TO THE ENEMY: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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

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

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 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

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