“All communication goes through counsel.”
He ignored her.
“You destroyed me.”
There was a time when those words would have shattered me.
A time when I would have tried to fix his pain.
A time when I would have apologized for problems he created himself.
But not anymore.
I looked at him calmly.
“No, Mauricio.”
I paused.
“I just stopped paying for your life.”
He opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
My father appeared beside me.
“Ready, sweetheart?”
I smiled.
“Yes.”
As the elevator doors closed, Mauricio remained alone in the hallway.
No company card.
No mistress.
No audience.
No one left to blame.
Two months later, I hosted a dinner for clients and friends.
Nothing extravagant.
No exclusive club.
No private suite.
No performance.
Just good people sharing a meal.
My receptionist came.
My attorney came as a friend.
And my father sat at the head of the table pretending not to be proud of me.
