Miguel thanks her, hangs up, and spends the rest of the afternoon staring at the glass wall of his office.

You tell yourself rich men are supposed to know everything that happens under their own roof.

That is the first lie this story rips apart.

For three weeks, you watch Miguel Fernández become a stranger inside his own home, a man in tailored suits and polished shoes who can negotiate million-dollar contracts before lunch but cannot get a straight answer …