MasukBy the time Rachel got home, Benjamin was already in the sitting room. He had expected her to return from her office with news about the query, but the small box in her hands immediately caught his attention. Rachel placed it on the floor beside the sofa and stood there for a moment without saying anything. Benjamin looked from the box to her face.“What happened?”Rachel sat down.“They fired me.”Benjamin stared at her. “What?”“They fired me.”“Why?”Rachel took a breath and looked at the box. “The account they told me about this morning. They traced the money to it.”Benjamin sat beside her. “Yes, the account.”“Yes.”“So what did they say?”“They said the account was created using my information.”“What information?”“My name. My identification details. Some information connected to my employment at Sterling Tech.”Benjamin frowned. “That doesn't make sense.” “I know.”“You're sure?”Rachel looked at him. “Benjamin, I would know if I opened a bank account.”“I know. I'm just ask
Rachel arrived at Sterling Tech earlier the following morning. Benjamin's words from the previous night were still on her mind, especially his warning that she needed to pay attention to what was happening around her. She had kept the two queries beside her bed before finally putting them away, but she had not slept particularly well. She kept going back to the same question: how had two unrelated problems involving her work happened within two days? When she reached the accounting department, Cynthia was already there. She was standing beside the records cabinet with a file open in her hands, and the expression on her face changed as soon as she saw Rachel.“Rachel, can I ask you something?”Rachel put her bag down, “Of course.”Cynthia held up the file.“Do you remember this?”Rachel looked at it.“Yes. That's the quarterly expenditure file.”“Did you work on it yesterday?”Rachel nodded.“I checked the figures in the afternoon.”“Did you return it to the records cabinet?”“Yes.”Cy
Rachel did not tell Benjamin about the second query until they were both home that evening. She had spent most of the journey thinking about how to explain it without making him worry. Benjamin already knew how much the job meant to her, not because she loved working at Sterling Tech, but because the salary gave her enough stability to keep up with his needs and manage their household. She did not want him thinking that she was about to lose everything because of something she had not done. Benjamin was sitting in the sitting room when she came in. He had one of his textbooks open on the table, but he was not reading. He looked up when he heard the door.“You're back late.”Rachel put her bag down.“I had to stay behind.”Benjamin studied her face.“What happened?”“Nothing, I'm fine.”He gave her a look.“You're a terrible liar.”Rachel smiled faintly.“I am not lying.”“You are. You always say ‘nothing’ when something is bothering you.”She took off her coat and sat opposite him, “I
Rachel tried not to think too much about the query she had received from Señor Torres. By the time she left Sterling Tech that evening, she had already decided that she would put it behind her. She knew she had not deliberately delayed the report, and she refused to let one unfair incident make her question everything she had done since joining the company. The following morning, she arrived ten minutes late to work. She stopped by the reception area to collect a file that had been left for the accounting department, then headed upstairs. Cynthia was already there, arranging some documents on a table.“Good morning, babe.” Cynthia said, “What's wrong with you?” Rachel knew she was referring to the expression on her face. “I couldn't sleep properly.”“That's it? Does it have anything to do with your boss or yesterday?”Rachel gave her a tired smile. “Maybe.”“You shouldn't worry about it. You did nothing wrong.”“I know. I just don't like being questioned over something I didn't do.”
Vanessa did not leave Isabel’s house feeling satisfied the previous day. She had expected Isabel to understand immediately. She had expected her to see Rachel the way she did, as a woman who had entered Joseph’s life because of his money and position. Instead, Isabel had spoken about watching Rachel, gathering information and finding out what kind of person she really was. Vanessa knew what that meant. Isabel was going to take her time, and Vanessa could not afford to do the same. The longer Rachel remained close to Joseph, the harder it would become to remove her. By Monday morning, Vanessa had already made up her mind. She was not going to wait for Isabel to act. She contacted Señor Torres shortly after he arrived at Sterling Tech. They had spoken before on phone but this time she wanted a more personal conversation. She told him exactly what she wanted and reminded him that Rachel worked under him. Torres listened without interrupting. He knew that what Vanessa was asking him to do
Joseph waited until he saw Rachel settle into the back seat beside Antonio before turning back towards the gallery. He had deliberately kept his motive hidden. If he told Rachel that he wanted to speak with the owner about the gallery, she would immediately start asking questions, and he was not ready for her to know what he had in mind. For now, he only needed a little time. He walked back through the glass entrance and looked around the gallery once more. The place was quiet now. A few visitors moved between the displays while one of the staff members stood near the reception desk. Joseph looked towards the woman and spoke calmly.“May I see the owner of this place, please?”She studied him for a moment before recognising him.“Really? Mr Delgado?” She tried to suppress her excitement.“Yes.”“He is in his office.”“Can you take me to him?”“Of course.”She led him towards the back of the gallery, where a narrow corridor separated the exhibition rooms from several private offices. S
10:30 AM the next day Rachel arrived early.She'd barely slept. After leaving the hospital at two in the morning, she'd gone home, stared at her ceiling for three hours, and given up on sleep entirely. By seven, she was showered, dressed, and pacing her tiny apartment, rehearsing what she would say
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
The week following the transfer of the fifty thousand euros had been a blur of antiseptic smells and hushed prayers for Rachel. Benjamin's surgery had been scheduled, and the weight on her chest had lightened just enough for her to breathe. But as Saturday approached, a different kind of suffocati
"Why do you need me to come? Why not just... hire someone? An actress, a professional. Someone who'd be better at this."Joseph's expression darkened slightly."I tried that," he said quietly. "Twice. My grandmother saw through it immediately. She's... sharp. She knows when people are lying."He pa







