Ariadna strode into the office like a lady, her steps confident and firm, her gaze haughty, concealing the inner hell, the uncertainty, and the wild ideas torturing her mind as she tried to solve her problem.

She had only two days to vacate Pablo’s apartment. Where would she go? She couldn’t find a place to live that fast, unless she moved into the filthy, rundown place where her ex lived—the one she had reconciled with before Pablo got drunk—but that wasn’t an option for her.

Maybe her ideas weren’t so crazy after all. They could solve her housing problem.

“Hey, you! Stop staring at me and get to work,” she ordered one of her coworkers, acting like she was a boss. A nasty one, at that—no one, not even the owners, treated employees that way.

She paraded through the office, boasting that she was the boss’s girlfriend. Her remarks, far from earning her the respect she expected, were full of venom and insults directed at her, whispered under her breath, accompanied by disdainful looks an