At her words, Marcos couldn't help but feel nervous, "How the fuck would I convince that beast now, that her words were not the product of real events, but part of a script? When every word was real".

Marcos could not help loosening the collar of his shirt nervously, while his mind tried to scheme a way out. They dismissed the journalists, leaving only the four of them, Lia turned to him, who at that moment was trying to get up.

”You're not going anywhere Mr. CEO, go back to your seat! Becaus