“No problem.”
Gabriel saw her.
Then Alejandro.
His smile disappeared.
Alejandro noticed.
“You know who she is?”
Gabriel swallowed.
“She works here.”
“That isn’t what I asked.”
Gabriel’s eyes moved toward Lucía’s stomach.
Then toward Alejandro.
Something close to panic appeared.
Alejandro’s voice lowered.
“What do you know?”
Gabriel said:
“Perhaps we should speak privately.”
Lucía shook her head.
“I have nothing to say.”
Alejandro looked at her.
“Did you send me a message saying you were leaving?”
“No.”
The answer came instantly.
“Did you?”
“No.”
“Did you receive my messages?”
“What messages?”
Alejandro felt cold.
Valeria stepped backward.
This was no longer an awkward encounter with an estranged wife.
Something was wrong.
Deeply wrong.
Alejandro looked at Gabriel.
“Private room.”
“Now.”
Gabriel led them toward a conference lounge.
Lucía refused to move.
“I am on shift.”
Alejandro looked at her uniform.
At the cart.
