The proposal was clear. Cruel. Humiliating. Just one night. A transaction Sofía would never have imagined accepting. But the image of Julián connected to tubes, the doctors pressuring her to make decisions, and the absolute lack of options finally broke her. That night, Sofía set aside her dignity to save her brother.
The next morning, she woke up in the businessman’s private apartment. He was still asleep. On the table was an envelope: the hospital bill and a brief note, written in his impeccable handwriting.
“I don’t owe you anything. You don’t owe me anything. Consider this a done deal.”
Sofía felt a mixture of relief, shame, and fury. She dressed quietly, left the note exactly where she found it, and left without looking back.
She thought that would be the end. An episode she would bury in the darkest corner of her memory.
But it wasn’t.
Two weeks later, while preparing reports at the office, she received an email from the human resources department:
“Urgent meeting with the CEO. 10:00 AM.”
Her heart began to pound so hard she could almost hear it. She feared he wanted to remind her of that night, or worse, demand something more. She thought about quitting. She thought about running away. She thought about faking illness. She did none of those things.
At 10:00 sharp, she walked into Alejandro’s office.
He looked at her with an expression she had never seen before: a mixture of doubt, tension, and… guilt?
“Sofia, I need to talk to you,” he said, locking the door.
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