—Go up to your room, please.
“No,” Patricia said. “They’re staying. I want them to see how the trash is taken out of this house.”
Emiliano stood up suddenly.
Ramiro blocked his path.
—Sir, wait. There is something else you should see.
-Anything else?
The head of security pointed to another screen. The hallway camera showed Daniela discreetly slipping a small recorder into her skirt pocket.
Emiliano remained motionless.
His daughter was gathering evidence.
An 11-year-old girl had understood what her father, with all his money and power, had refused to see.
In the living room, Patricia picked up the phone and pretended to dial.
“It’s a shame your father is flying,” she said. “We’ll have time to get everything ready before he gets back.”
Rosa looked at her firmly.
