Monday, 8:15 a.m.The Del Valle & Associates building was even more imposing in broad daylight. The glass reflected the sun as if it were a structure made of hardened light. Every step I took inside was a reminder of my new life: this time, I was playing on a different board.I had been assigned to Room B, in the south wing, a space shared with three other architects. The youngest, Pablo, couldn't have been more than twenty-four. Eva—not my friend, another Eva—was a woman in her fifties with gray hair tied back in a neat bun and a bright gaze. And finally, Daniel: arrogant, confident, one of those who believe that women are meant to be housewives and raise children."First time doing something serious?" he asked me without looking up from his monitor."First time working with adults, yes," I replied, without smiling.Pablo choked on his coffee. Eva gave me a quick, approving look.Román Del Valle didn't show up until eleven. He entered like a powerful shadow, reviewing plans, pointing
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