The man who had made fun of me.
The same person who used to sneak into my room while I was working.
This dinner was not a celebration.
It was a confrontation.
PART 3
The terrace shimmered in soft light, the city stretching out at our feet.
When my family arrived, they seemed out of place and uncertain.
When they saw me, they froze.
Not because of the setting.
But because I was no longer the person they thought I was.
Emiliano raised his glass and announced my role within the company.
Then he continued…
“We also wish to address the attempted theft of this project.”
He looked Arturo straight in the eyes.
The evidence was distributed: emails, files, recordings.
My father’s hands were trembling.
My mother covered her mouth.
Daniela stared at her husband in disbelief.
