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A past ... Dead and buried? (VIII)
“I assumed that he was going to force me at that moment, but luckily he stopped, pushed me to the floor, laughed out loud, and left the cell mocking me. Despite being locked in a lonely and dark cell, I began to realize the time, I understood that another long night would pass when an officer again threw a bucket of ice water on me.” Sara, unconsciously, hugged herself frequently while speaking, a gesture that did not go unnoticed by the judge, much less Carlos. A clear sign of the difficult situation, of violence, abuse of power and sexual harassment, that she had to face.
In general, the entire expression of his body, but especially Carlos's jaw, was so tight and the veins in his temple became so notorious that it would not surprise anyone if suddenly he rushed over Lizarango to break even the smallest bone of his disgusting existence. “In the same way, the arrival of the day was confirmed to me whe
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“Do you think it's just that? Of whether or not you went to La Ciudadela? Of your virginity?” He looked at her like he was looking for a million answers in Sara's eyes, in the end, and finding nothing, he just smiled in frustration, gave up on what he was trying to do and walked away again, ready to go.“Carlos, please don’t go!”“I just fired Renata.” He spoke without showing any kind of emotion or feeling in his voice, while Sara was surprised to hear him since she did not imagine him saying goodbye to who for so many years had been his right hand in the bar.“Renata?”“Do you want to know why?” He paused. “Simple, because I can't trust her anymore, I can't trust someone who can sell even her soul for pennies.” Sara reflected immediat
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