Mr. Montenegro.
Before Camila could ask anything else, the sound of polished leather shoes echoed through the main hallway.
Lawyer Damián Gaviria was coming back.
THE WILL AND THE LAWYER’S BETRAYAL
The sound of footsteps grew closer. Damián Gaviria’s voice—dry, sharp, and commanding—echoed from the main hall as he called out to Camila.
“Camila! Are you finished in the east wing? I need you to sign the receipt for the extra hours!”
Panic surged through her. If the lawyer found her here, with the triplets exposed, she wouldn’t just lose her job—she would be dragged into a nightmare of legal trouble.
She turned quickly to the children.
“Listen to me,” she whispered urgently. “My name is Camila. I’m not going to hurt you. But you must stay completely silent. Do you understand? Not a sound.”
All three nodded, eyes wide with fear.
Camila gently lowered the lid of the trunk, making sure it rested in place—but she didn’t lock it. Then she straightened her uniform, grabbed her cleaning bucket, and slipped out of the storage room, closing the door as quietly as possible.