As she made her way toward the elevators, she felt the familiar rush of adrenaline. Her heart pounded with anticipation, not fear. Today was a test, not just for her employees, but for herself. Would she find the truth behind her company’s polished image? Her grip tightened on the handbag’s worn handle, a silent promise to uncover whatever lay beneath the surface.
By 8:15, she was on the 30th floor, blending into the hustle and bustle of Altavista’s daily routines. The office was a hive of activity, employees lost in spreadsheets and phone calls. Isabel moved unrecognized, a ghost among them, absorbing snippets of conversation and the rhythm of work.
Then she crossed paths with Julián Mena. His voice alone commanded attention—a man accustomed to power, to being heard, and obeyed. He was in the midst of reprimanding a junior employee over a trivial mistake, his manner arrogant and dismissive. Isabel observed, her heart sinking. She’d heard whispers of his tyranny but needed to witness it firsthand.
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