“Welcome,” I said. “Come in. We have a lot to talk about.”
During dinner, defense officials, investors, and executives asked me questions about Sentinel. I answered clearly and concisely. During the second course, one of the undersecretaries smiled at my parents.
“Family support must have been crucial. Not everyone develops a solution of this caliber during pregnancy and bereavement.”
My mother nodded quickly.
“Of course, we have always supported her. We have given her space, peace and quiet...”
Little by little I put down my fork.
"The space?" I asked. "You mean the freezing garage you sent me to last night because Mauricio urgently needed my room for his video games?"
The entire table fell silent.
Ximena tried to laugh.
“Oh, Mariana, don’t exaggerate. You’ve always been very passionate about your IT projects.” Mauricio and I are in the real world, closing real deals.
General Zúñiga didn't even glance at them.
“That ‘small project,’ ma’am, will reduce casualties in high-risk operations. Your sister has done something that very few men in this business could even imagine.”
Mauricio straightened up, annoyed.
