over.”
That afternoon, Ramiro left the mansion accompanied by lawyers.
He didn’t shout.
He couldn’t.
The complaint was filed. The accounts were frozen. Several employees received money they had never been properly paid.
Lucía cried when her withheld pay was returned to her.
“Sir, I didn’t know…”
“Neither did I,” Alonso replied. “But that doesn’t absolve me continue reading …