Chapter 193 — Day One: And He Already Wants to Quit

Milagros took a deep breath in front of the elevator mirror.

The reflection looking back at her was no longer the broken fifteen-year-old girl who cried over an unbearable blond boy. No. This woman carried a different image: an impeccable beige suit, hair pinned up with practiced elegance, a tablet tucked under her arm, and, between her fingers, the contract folder held with the same firmness a surgeon uses to hold a scalpel before beginning a