—This is an emotional attack from my wife —he said—. Mariana does not understand the operation. It is manipulated by resentful people.
The double doors opened.
Mariana entered.
Silence fell like a stone.
Rodrigo stood up suddenly.
—This meeting is private. Security, take her out.
Mariana advanced to the table and left a black folder in front of everyone.
—I am Mariana Aranda, majority shareholder, holder of 51% of the votes for this company. No meeting on the future of Grupo Aranda can be held without me.
Arturo Beltrán got up slowly. He was a man with white hair, a hard look and the voice of an old notary.
—You’re right —he said—. And this session is formally installed.
Rodrigo clenched his jaw.
—This is ridiculous. My wife is upset by a domestic scene.
Mariana turned towards him.
—It wasn’t domestic. It was corporate. It happened inside the company, during working hours, in front of witnesses, committed by your executive assistant, who shouted that you were her husband.
