The call went straight to voicemail.
He dialed again.
Blocked.
He tried from Rebeca’s phone.
This time, Valeria answered.
“Hello?”
Alejandro took a sharp breath.
“Where are you?”
“That’s no longer any of your business.”
“We need to talk.”
“No.”
“Valeria, what happened this morning was a mistake.”
She remained silent for a few seconds.
“A mistake is spilling coffee because your hand slipped. You picked up the cup, looked at me, and threw it.”
“I was angry.”
“That doesn’t change anything.”
“We can fix this.”
“I’m already fixing it.”
Alejandro looked at the folder lying open on the table.
“Where did you get those documents?”
“From my own computer. From my accounts. From the apartment’s security cameras. From the automatic backups you forgot to delete.”
The blood drained from Alexander's face.
—Cameras?
—The camera of
The lawyer was direct.
—If there is a recording of the attack, a medical report, messages about unauthorized transfers, and a document with a forged signature, you're in serious trouble.
