Two losses.
The same date.
An invisible thread bound them together without either of them knowing it yet.
Her name was Alma.
She spoke with an almost too mature calm about escaping an abusive orphanage, about sleeping where there were no dangerous men, about surviving day by day.
Something inside Sebastian changed, as if a door that had been closed for years opened with a creak.
He couldn’t leave her there, he couldn’t go back into his glass tower pretending he hadn’t seen her.
Ignoring the stares of passersby and, later, those of his own employees, Sebastian took the girl with him towards the NovaPay tower.
When the revolving doors closed behind them, he felt he had just touched a truth capable of destroying everything he thought he knew.
In her office, her assistant Rosa, visibly moved, took Alma to a private room and offered her a cup of hot chocolate.
The girl looked at the place in amazement, like someone entering a world where the floor has no cracks.
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