Two days later, Alejandro appeared in the capital.
It was like a bomb detonating.
The news disrupted his schedule. His colleagues paled in disbelief during emergency meetings. Those who had rushed to sign the documents began to sweat in front of their lawyers. Alejandro didn’t shout. He didn’t make a scene. He was more cool than ever.
Armed with evidence of the attack and falsified financial documents, he regained control of the company within weeks. He sued those who betrayed him. Some of them were brought to justice. Others fled the country.
But something about him no longer fit into this world.
Meetings seemed like theater to him. Gala dinners were absurd. Conversations, full of interest, were empty.
One afternoon, from the window of his top-floor office, he gazed down at the city below. Once, the view had given him a sense of invincibility. Now, it only reminded him of how alone he was.
Then he did the unthinkable.
