Alejandro said nothing.
You continued, “And I’m afraid I’ll be good at it.”
His expression changed.
That was the part he understood.
Ambition was not always hunger.
Sometimes it was a trap baited with your own talent.
Alejandro looked at the coffee in his hands.
“When I built Lujan, I thought success meant finding the best people and pushing them as hard as possible.”
“You succeeded.”
“I know.”
“No,” you said. “That was not praise.”
He nodded.
“I know that too.”
You started walking again.
After a block, he said, “I don’t want to use your pain as branding.”
“Good.”
“But I do want you in the room.”
You looked at him.
He continued, “Not because the company deserves you. Because the people there do. And because I think you want power, Sofia. Not for ego. For protection. For correction. For all the people who don’t have your documentation skills and terrifying email tone.”
