Some avoided him.
Others watched, tense.
He walked into the boardroom.
Diego was already there.
Sitting at the head of the table.
Calm.
Like he belonged there.
“Since when do you sit there?” Álvaro scoffed.
No answer.
“Sit down,” Diego said.
Not a suggestion.
A folder slid across the table.
“Your reality.”
Álvaro opened it.
His face shifted.
Confusion.
Disbelief.
Then fear.
