Part 2
Thirty minutes into the flight, the first-class cabin was quiet. Most passengers had their headphones on or were dozing off. But Ricardo couldn’t sit still. His shirt was already damp with sweat.
Elena moved through the cabin with perfect grace, serving drinks and smiling at every passenger. Every time she passed their row, Ricardo felt his stomach twist.
Valeria leaned over and whispered sharply, “Who the hell was that? And why did she say Guadalajara?”
Ricardo tried to smile. “Baby, it’s nothing. She must have mistaken me for someone else.”
Valeria wasn’t stupid. She narrowed her eyes. “She knew your name. She knew the lie you told your wife this morning.”
Before Ricardo could answer, Elena returned. This time she was holding a tablet from the crew station.
“Mr. Salazar,” she said politely, loud enough for the nearby passengers to hear, “I noticed you used the company card for this booking. Would you like me to send the receipt to your work email or to the finance department directly?”
Ricardo’s blood ran cold.
Valeria froze. “Company card?”
