Laura Mendoza was used to everything in her life running with Swiss precision.
Owner of a real estate empire, a multimillionaire before she turned forty, she lived surrounded by glass, steel, and marble.
Her offices occupied the top floors of a skyscraper facing the sea, and her penthouse was a frequent cover star in business and architecture magazines.
In her world, people moved quickly, obeyed without question, and no one had time for weaknesses.
That morning, however, something had made her lose her patience. Carlos Rodríguez, the man who had cleaned her office for three years, had been absent again. Three absences in a single month. Three. And always with the same excuse:
“Family emergencies, ma’am.”
“Children…?” she muttered disdainfully as she straightened her designer blazer in front of the mirror. “In three years, he never mentioned a single one.”
Her assistant, Patricia, tried to calm her, reminding her that Carlos had always been punctual, discreet, and efficient. But Laura wasn’t listening anymore. In her mind, it was simple: irresponsibility disguised as personal drama.
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