LOGINRachel did not remember how she completed the rest of her work that afternoon. She answered emails, arranged documents and attended to every task on her desk exactly as she always did, but none of it truly registered in her mind. Vanessa's words refused to leave her. They followed her everywhere, echoing in the quiet moments between conversations. She wondered if she ever looked like poverty. When the office closed, she packed her bag more quickly than usual. She avoided looking towards Joseph's office as she walked out of the building. She wasn't sure she could look at him without remembering every word Vanessa had spoken. For the first time since she had started working at Sterling Tech, she wanted nothing more than to go home and hide from the world. The journey home felt unusually long. She sat by the window of the bus, watching the evening traffic move slowly through the streets of Madrid. Around her, people chatted, laughed and complained about work, but their voices faded into
Rachel took a slow breath as she walked through the entrance, greeting the security guards with her usual smile."Good morning”"Morning, Miss Rachel."She returned every greeting with the same warmth she always did. If anyone noticed that she looked more tired than usual, they were kind enough not to mention it. A few minutes later, Joseph entered the building. Rachel looked up instinctively. Their eyes met for only a second."Good morning, sir.""Good morning, Rachel."That was all. Joseph continued towards the lift, while Rachel lowered her eyes and rearranged the files on her desk. It was better this way. She repeated those words to herself throughout the morning. By midday, the office had become busier. Phones rang constantly, meetings came and went, and employees hurried from one department to another.Rachel was organising a file outside the conference room when the lift doors opened. Vanessa Torres stepped out. She wore a cream-coloured suit that had clearly been tailored to p
Vanessa Torres was halfway through reviewing a proposal for her new business at France when her mobile phone vibrated on the polished surface of her desk. She glanced at the screen and frowned slightly. The caller was Señor Torres. He had never called her after their last meeting. “What does this poor man wants?” She muttered, She answered after the second ring."Hello, Mr Torres.""Good afternoon, Miss Torres."His voice was unusually cautious."I hope I'm not disturbing you.""Not at all. Is something wrong?"There was a brief silence."I'd rather not discuss it over the phone."Vanessa leaned back in her chair."What is it about? If it is not about what we talked about, I am not interested.” "It's regarding Mr Delgado."Her expression immediately changed.Joseph.She had known him for years. Every piece of information concerning him caught her attention."What about Joseph?""I think it's better if we meet”Vanessa looked at the clock on the wall before replying, "Fine. The caf
Joseph woke up earlier than usual the next morning. He had barely slept, yet he did not feel tired. The previous evening stayed in his mind from the moment he opened his eyes. He lay still for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling, before a small smile appeared on his face. Even after saying the words to himself, it still didn't feel real. He got out of bed, got ready for work and walked downstairs. The housekeeper had already prepared breakfast, but he only managed a few bites before picking up his car keys.A few minutes later, Antonio arrived. As always, he stepped out of the car first and opened the rear door."Good morning, sir.""Morning, Antonio."Joseph got into the car, and the journey began in silence.Antonio had worked for the Delgado family for years. He had driven Joseph through difficult days, long nights, business trips and family gatherings. After Adrián's death, he had watched Joseph become quieter with each passing year. He had never asked questions that crossed the
Rachel did not realise she had reached home until she found herself standing in front of her apartment door with her keys in her hand. The journey back from work had passed in a blur. She remembered boarding the bus, remembered greeting an elderly woman who sat beside her, and remembered staring absent-mindedly through the window, but nothing else. Her thoughts had refused to leave Joseph's office. She unlocked the door quietly and stepped inside. The apartment was peaceful, and she was grateful for it. She slipped off her shoes, placed her handbag on the table and stood still for a minutes. She removed her phone from the handbag she dropped to call Benjamin. He texted her earlier that he wanted to go to the groceries store. He tried calling his number twice but he refused to pick. She decided to drop her phone and she sat down on the bed. Her eyes fell on the small velvet box still tucked inside her handbag. She reached for it almost immediately, smiling before she even realised she
For a few moments, neither of them spoke. Oddly enough, the silence did not feel awkward especially to Rachel. It felt peaceful because she did not even want to initiate any conversation. Joseph was the first to speak."I don't think I've ever asked a member of staff to stay behind after work."Rachel smiled. "I guessed.""You thought you were in trouble.""A little.""I'm sorry."She shook her head. "It's alright."A small smile appeared on Joseph's face. He had never found ordinary conversations interesting before. Yet, sitting across from Rachel, he realised he didn't need an important reason to talk to her."I've been meaning to give you the bracelet since this morning," he said. "The day just kept getting in the way, and…” he stuttered, “erm…I don't want people to see us together. You know what I mean?” "Yes, I'm glad you waited," Rachel replied. "And if you'd sent someone else to give it to me, I wouldn't have known it was from Abuela herself."Joseph looked at her. "She speaks
Rachel woke up early, before her alarm went off. For a few seconds, she stayed still in bed, staring at the ceiling while her mind adjusted to the new day. Then reality came back to her slowly. Benjamín was home now. He needed rest, medication, and constant care. And she still had to go to work. No
Joseph's gaze lifted. He stared at her attentively."It's just me and my little brother now," she continued. "He's... not well. He has a heart condition."Her fingers twisted together unconsciously."He needs surgery. I've been saving. But apparently, my dad didn't die alone. His death brought more
7:36 PM Neon lights flickered against the brick walls of the old bodega-turned-nightclub in Malasaña. American pop mixed with Spanish reggaeton, vibrating through the floor and into every ear inside.Laughter clashed with the clink of glasses. Perfume, gin and tonics, and cigarette smoke mixed thic
The world was a strange balance of ruin and routine, just like the Yin and Yang, of hospital lights and office doors, of whispered prayers and million-dollar signatures.In Madrid, wealth and desperation walked the same streets, spoke the same language, breathed the same air.She believed in surviv







