When she returned home to Lomas de Chapultepec, Rodrigo was waiting for her in the lobby with an ice pack and a rehearsed smile.
—My love, today was a terrible misunderstanding. Valeria is stressed, you shouldn’t have caused her…
Mariana dropped several printed photographs from the night video on the table.
Rodrigo remained motionless.
—Tomorrow —she said— you will understand what happens when you try to sell my father’s memory as if it were cheap merchandise.
For the first time since I met him, Rodrigo was afraid.
And Mariana still hadn’t shown him the worst proof.
PART 3
The next morning, Mariana did not dress like Lucía Medina again.
She chose an impeccable white suit, black heels and her hair tied up with a cold, almost surgical elegance. In front of the mirror he observed the faint mark on his cheek. He didn’t cover her with makeup. He wanted the Council to see exactly what kind of power Rodrigo had allowed within the company.
