—I’m so sorry for the mess.
Emiliano almost burst out laughing in disbelief.
—Are you apologizing for saving our lives?
She shrugged.
—We also have to think about insurance.
The sirens began to wail in the distance. Emiliano didn’t take his eyes off her for a single moment.
—Where did you learn to fight like that?
Valeria’s expression immediately closed.
—On YouTube, Mr. Salvatierra.
He raised an eyebrow.
—Sure. YouTube.
Three days later, Emiliano found himself doing something he never did:
Sitting in the staff break room at seven in the morning, drinking awful coffee and pretending to review reports. Actually, I was hoping to see her.
I wanted to understand her.
She soon discovered that the assault had been neither accidental nor lucky. Valeria ruled the dining room as if she were reading an invisible score.
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