Ignoring the stares of passersby and later his own employees, Sebastián brought the girl with him into the glass tower of NovaPay. As the revolving doors closed behind them, he had no idea he’d just stepped into a truth that would destroy everything he thought he knew — exposing a betrayal crafted by the one person he trusted most.
Inside his office, his assistant Rosa, visibly shaken, wrapped Alma in a blanket and handed her a mug of hot chocolate. The girl watched the room in amazement.
The peace shattered when the door flew open.
Elena Rojas, Sebastián’s mother and chairwoman of the board, entered like a blade. Elegant. Cold. Imposing.
“What is this nonsense?” she snapped, her gaze landing on Alma with disdain. “The investors are waiting, and you’re playing savior to a street child. Call security. Remove her.”
Alma recoiled on the sofa.
Then Rosa accidentally dropped a folder. Papers scattered. A photo slid across the floor.
Alma gasped and lunged forward. “That’s my mom! That’s her!”
Sebastián picked it up.
The badge read: María Calderón — Night Cleaning Staff.
“She worked here,” Alma said urgently. “She always said she cleaned a building with a tree logo. This one!”