Epsd 6

"I couldn't believe my eyes. It was beautiful. I loved everything," Thalia exclaimed as they headed to the main house, with the boys accompanying them.

"I could tell from your eyes. Just like the way they tell me right now that you want to be with me today and the next, but you're anxious because you can't stop thinking about work and the mission," noted Gaby, perceptive and composed.

"I'm so sorry. You know how I get when you're involved. Every time I deviate from the plan, it feels like I'm risking you."

"You know one thing I've learned from you is that I will always know who I want to get back to. Who I will always keep living for."

"Can we talk about the mission then?" Thalia inquired.

"Sure," replied Gaby.

Thalia gestured to Brian to bring the package to the house. They all settled in the sitting room, ready for what was to come. In about ten minutes, Brian returned with a fine lady who looked exactly like Gaby. She seated herself next to Thalia, greeting them all politely, while Gaby looked amazed.

"You must be kidding me," Gaby smirked, approaching the lady who was giving her an explicit stare. "She can't be."

"Oh yes, she can," Thalia said with excitement.

"Is this real, Mother?" inquired Camilo, locked into the resemblance.

"Yeah. She looks exactly like Gaby. Brian here has been helping me turn her into the best version of you. Apparently, I think she is ready."

"Why is she here? Why?" Gaby inquired with precise ignorance.

"She will replace you after you've finished the mission. She will be the best prototype of you. Let me introduce you two. Her name is Olivia Brianah, and Olivia, this is Gaby Sanroman. My wife."

"Nice meeting you, miss. I've heard so much about you," greeted Olivia with the exact tone and voice as Gaby's.

"Omg. She sounds like me. Do I sound like that?" Gaby thrilled. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Olivia. A real pleasure."

They had a lively conversation with Gaby later on, moving to where Olivia was to feel her skin.

"She is a makeup artist and she will help change your look so you manage to stay incognito."

"This gives me relief. But wait. Doesn't she have a family to go back to?" inquired Gaby.

"She made this decision, honey. I didn't force her to. We ran a contest, and she knows everything about the plan."

"Where will she stay for the meantime?" Gaby asked.

"Here. I love this house, honey. I can't let it be collateral damage. I bought a house in the eastern hills of Bogota. We are shifting there the day after tomorrow. For the sake of all your lovely employees, she will stay here as Gaby, and they won't even notice. Right until we are done.

"You already have everything set. And you're still very anxious," Gaby muttered with weariness.

"I know. I just don't want anything to go wrong. The side of Bogota, I won't let any of our works get involved in any of our places and injury. We need to provide them security. You will be there with Canta."

"Talking about Canta. I haven't seen him the whole day today. Where could he be?" Gaby inquired.

"I had to let him go say goodbye to his family. He will be back as soon as tomorrow morning."

"Thank you, dear."

Olivia was shown around the entire mansion and digitally introduced to the workers by Brian. The next morning, Gaby spent almost half the day talking to Olivia about the whole place. She gave her instructions that the servants were used to and showed her around her closet.

Thalia, however, had traveled very early that morning to a supposed Teca mission. She arrived with Julian at a warehouse house set just forty-two kilometers away from Teca.

She was led in by Officer Rivera, who was waiting for her.

Inside the place were Pamela, Charles, Daniela, David, and George. They had been tied up, waiting for torture. Inside the room was a secure room where Thalia arrived, standing.

Rivera then entered, picked a stool, and began questioning.

"Whose cocaine was it?" he started with an electric teaser in his hands.

"We don't know," muttered George, tough and angry.

"I won't ask again, ladies and gentlemen. If you just say that it all belonged to Ms. Thalia, you might gain less time in prison. All you have to do is tell me who owns the drug. Who do you work for?"

"We told you we don't know. And Ms. Thalia isn't a part of this, sir."

"You might serve time in prison for stuff that don't belong to you. You are still young. So young to lose all your time in prison."

"You want the truth?" snapped George, the others looking at him in shock.

"Do I need to repeat myself?" Rivera muttered, teasing George through the belly. "What do you know?"

"The cocaine belongs to me. I plotted these kids into everything. They don't know what they were trafficking."

"You must be kidding. Do you think I'm stupid? You can't afford so much cocaine." Rivera muttered.

"Of course, I can't. I stole it."

"Alone?"

"Alone. On my own." George continued.

Rivera didn't believe them and continued questioning. The only thing he got was George's confession.

Half an hour later, Thalia entered the room. She looked impressed with them as she took a seat to talk.

"Welcome to the team, boys and girls. I'm sorry you really had to go through all this."