« Elena Vega, president of Grupo Aurora Continental. »
I heard my name come over the microphone and the whole room shifted in temperature. It wasn’t a loud noise. It was worse. It was that clean silence left by blows before they’ve finished landing.
I went up on stage without looking at Julián first. The midnight blue dress brushed against the stairs with a dry, elegant sound, and each step seemed to burst something different inside her chest.
When I finally looked at him, he was still standing motionless halfway up the steps of the Soumaya Museum, Vanessa on his arm, his smile lifeless. Sebastián was already at the lectern, the black folder open, displaying the stamps, signatures, and percentage of shares that Julián never bothered to understand.
I took the microphone with one hand.
