Over the next few days, I observed him carefully. Every conversation, every sigh, every complaint was a piece of the puzzle. Álvaro believed he still controlled the narrative, but I was playing a different game. I didn’t need to confront him—not yet. I needed him to reveal everything himself.
At breakfast, he complained about invoices. “Jimena, the suppliers are on …
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