At the hospital, doctors confirmed a fractured ankle and bruised ribs. Surgery was scheduled for the next morning. When her assistant arrived in a panic, Camila shocked her with a single instruction:
“Cancel all meetings for the week.”
Two days later, wearing a cast and using crutches, Camila asked her driver to make a stop before taking her home.
They pulled up to the small security booth where Tomás worked.
He nearly dropped his thermos when he saw her.
— You should be resting.
“I will. But first… I needed to see you.”
Martina ran up to her.
— You came back!
— I did.
Inside the modest booth, Camila took in the chipped paint, the old monitors, the small desk. A world far from her glass tower office.
“You helped me without knowing who I was,” she said quietly. “Without expecting anything.”
Tomás shrugged. “Anyone would have.”
“No,” she replied softly. “Not anyone.”
She handed him a folder.
Inside was a full educational scholarship for Martina—private school, languages, future university tuition. There was also a job offer: Chief of Security at Grupo Solaris. Higher salary. Health insurance. Stable hours.
Tomás looked up at her.
— I didn’t help you to get something back.