For the first time in two years, the mansion didn’t look like a cold, sterile luxury hotel.
It seemed like a home. However, the sound of the briefcase falling finally shattered the
Spell. The metallic echo cut through the air. Paloma froze on the spot. Her smile
It vanished instantly, replaced by an expression of terror
Pure. She turned her head sharply toward the entrance, her hands still holding Leo’s small feet.
Seeing the imposing figure of Damián Reola, in his impeccable three-piece suit,
Her rigid posture and unreadable face made her blood run cold.
the veins. The children, feeling the sudden change in their energy
nanny, they stopped laughing one by one, turning their little heads towards the
door. The silence returned, heavy and suffocating, but this time charged with a
A different kind of electricity. Paloma swallowed, feeling a lump in her throat.
She knew the rules. She had been given a 40-page manual when she was hired.
Rule number one, maintain order. Rule number five, do not disturb the
Children. Rule number 10, the house must remain in a state of tranquility
Absolute. She was on the floor, disheveled, with the children sweating and the rug all rumpled. In
His mind was already picturing the signed dismissal letter. He tried to get up, his
His knees trembled against the marble, but Damian took a step forward.
The sound of his hard-soled shoes hitting the floor was like a hammer blow.
Damian didn’t blink. His gaze wasn’t on pigeons, but on the children.
He took another step forward, slowly, as if approaching a wild animal that might
to be frightened and run away. Her face was pale, almost gray.
Dove, Misinterpreting his silence as suppressed fury, she lowered her head, bracing herself for the scolding, for the shouting, for the humiliation of being thrown out onto the street by
Having broken protocol. I didn’t know that what was about to happen would change the fate of everyone in that room forever. “Mrs. Reola, I can “Explain it,” Paloma stammered, her trembling voice breaking the unbearable tension.
She stood up quickly, smoothing her apron with nervous hands,
hiding the yellow rubber gloves behind his back, as if they were a murder weapon. We were
I was just trying, I’m so sorry, it won’t happen again. I’ll clean everything right now. Paloma