Elena Cruz didn't know that danger could arrive wrapped in a perfect smile. She discovered it at 10:20 a.m., when the elevator doors opened and a woman who looked like she'd stepped out of a luxury magazine crossed the lobby as if she owned the place. Impeccable heels. An expensive dress. A confident gaze. Too confident. Lucía was the first to tense up. "Oh no..." she murmured under her breath. Elena looked up. "Who is it?" she asked. Lucía didn't answer immediately. She simply straightened her