Three days later, Camila reappeared on the scene.

Eva called me from the underground parking lot.

"Don't go into the office yet," she whispered. "Camila is here. With Benjamin."

I ran to the second-floor window. There they were, talking to two men in dark suits near the side entrance. Camila was laughing. Benjamin was gesturing. A third man was receiving an envelope.

Roman entered the office at that moment. Seeing my expression, he quickly approached me.

"What's going on?"

"Look at them."

He leaned out, frowning. He grabbed his phone.

"They're not walking through that door today. Not while I'm here."

"What do you think they're planning?"

Roman turned to me, serious.

"Something big. And not against me."

"Against Aurea?"

He shook his head.

"Against her, but until we have solid evidence to accuse them of the attack you suffered, we can only wait and be smarter about what comes next."

That night, my cell phone vibrated while I was checking social media.

A hidden number.

"Don't hide behind