“Sir… please take my sister. She is hungry…”
That voice, almost drowned out by the noise of the city, took Nicolás Arroyo by surprise.
He walked briskly, almost running, lost in thoughts about the important meeting he would have that day.
Millions of euros, contracts, the trust of investors. Since Elena had d.ied—his wife, his world—his job was the only thing that kept him alive.