Everyone stood up. I stood with my back to me, arranging cuts on a table.
I felt footsteps approaching.
“I was looking for someone in particular,” said Rivas.
Laurent seemed disconcerted.
“Somebody?” Who?
Rivas did not answer. He walked straight towards me.
The whole room was silent.
I turned around slowly.
Our eyes met, and he smiled with sincere respect.
Then, under the stunned eyes of more than a hundred guests, the general manager of the group bowed slightly and declared in a clear voice:
“Good evening, Madam President. We are happy to see you finally back.
The sound of a cup breaking on the ground was the only sound that followed.
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