“Are you still acting so self-important?” Alejandro growled, turning to Camila. “See? Poor, but full of pride.”
Camila let out a mocking laugh and clung tighter to Alejandro’s arm, looking Mariana up and down with disdain.
At that moment, a group of men in black suits entered the lobby.
At the front was a gray-haired man with a commanding presence and a respectable gaze, followed by executives and a press team.
“Mrs. Mariana, everything is ready. The presentation will begin in three minutes.”
The entire lobby fell silent.
Alejandro paled.
“Mrs. Mariana?” His voice was choked, as if someone were squeezing his throat.
Mariana nodded slightly.
She placed the cloth on the cleaning cart.
She calmly removed her gloves.
An assistant immediately approached and draped an elegant white blazer over her shoulders.
In a matter of seconds, the “cleaning attendant” was gone.
Now another woman stood before Alejandro:
The gray-haired man stepped forward and announced in a clear voice:
