It was a quiet Thursday morning when Emiliano Arriaga, a man whose name often appeared in business magazines and financial reports, awoke before sunrise. The sky outside his grand estate was still dim, but his thoughts had been restless long before dawn.
For days, something—or rather, someone—had been on his mind. Julia Méndez.
She never arrived late, never complained, and always carried that same gentle smile, even when her eyes looked weary from long hours. Emiliano, like many men of his stature, rarely looked beyond the surface of those who served him. He was accustomed to a world where people were efficient, where results mattered more than stories, and where feelings often got in the way of progress.
But lately, something had shifted.
He had begun noticing things he once ignored.
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