Chapter 37

Early in the evening, Marcos was at a nightclub, sunk into a leather couch in the VIP area, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His eyes were red—not just from the alcohol, but from the anger and frustration spilling out of every word. Beside him, his friend Gustavo listened attentively, though his expression suggested he was more entertained by the drama than offering real comfort.

“Man, you won’t believe what happened today,” Marcos began, swirling the glass and almost spilling the amb