“Sir, the strategic partner has just withdrawn the entire investment. They’ve signed an exclusive contract with… Ms. Mariana Ortega.”
Before he could react, Camila abruptly released his arm.
“Weren’t you supposed to be vice president? Was it all a lie?”
Mariana walked past him.
She didn’t look at him.
She only left a phrase hanging in the air, soft as the wind:
“Thank you… for letting go of me that day.”
Alejandro stood motionless in the middle of the lobby, surrounded by luxury, flashes, and whispers, trapped in a reality he never imagined he would face.
