The marble floors of the Belmont Reforma Hotel gleamed beneath the crystal chandeliers as Tomás Briones extended his credit card to the receptionist.
At 38, he still drew attention: tailored suit, confident smile, expensive watch. The woman on his arm seemed delighted with everything.
“This place is incredible,” Nadia whispered, adjusting her wine-colored dress that caught every glimmer of light. “I …
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