He checked his phone.
Nothing.
He smirked.
“It’ll pass.”
At 10 a.m., his assistant called.
“Mr. Álvaro… there’s an urgent meeting.”
“Who called it?”
“Mr. Diego Serrano.”
Álvaro frowned.
“What does he want?”
“He said… you’ll want to hear it.”
When he arrived at the office, something felt wrong.
The silence.
The stares.
No one greeted him.
Some avoided him.
Others watched, tense.
He walked into the boardroom.
Diego was already there.
Sitting at the head of the table.
Calm.
Like he belonged there.
“Since when do you sit there?” Álvaro scoffed.
No answer.
“Sit down,” Diego said.
Not a suggestion.
A folder slid across the table.
“Your reality.”
Álvaro opened it.
