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“Mr. Fernando, can I get you anything?”
The gentle voice pulled him back.
Lucía Santos approached, holding a tray of water. Thirty-five years old, hair tightly pinned, gray uniform pressed perfectly—silent, respectful, almost invisible, like the hierarchy she lived within.
She had worked in his household for six years. Efficient. Unnoticed. Always there.
Fernando barely knew her beyond brief greetings and routine instructions.
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