Mariana picked up the phone.
—My name is Mariana Aranda. I am the daughter of Ernesto Aranda. Owner of 51% of the voting shares of this company. And the woman you just hit in front of witnesses.
Valeria paled.
Rodrigo pulled her towards the executive elevators, but Mariana did not follow them. Clara appeared through a side door and led her to an office without cameras, used for internal investigations.
—This got out of control —Clara said, looking at the marked cheek—. Rodrigo has people in purchasing, finance and legal. If you don’t have solid evidence, they’re going to say it was a relationship fight.
Mariana opened her bag and put an encrypted memory on the desk.
—My dad was distrustful by trade —he responded—. And I learned late, but I learned.
Before dying, Ernesto had left independent administrative access to Grupo Aranda’s financial system. It did not go through the servers that Rodrigo controlled. From that terminal, Mariana and Clara began an emergency audit.
