LOGINThe next day at Sterling Tech started in the usual way. Rachel was already at her desk before everyone in her department. She was focused on clearing pending complaints and responding to customer messages that had built up overnight. Her eyes stayed on the screen as she moved from one task to another, typing, reading, and updating records without pausing. It was mid-morning when Señora Torres entered the office. Rachel noticed his presence almost immediately. He walked past Rachel’s section twice without responding to Rachel's greetings. She could tell that something was wrong. At Daniel’s desk, he stopped briefly to check a file and ask a short question before moving on. Rachel saw him pass again but did not stop what she was doing, keeping her focus on the work in front of her.“Good morning, Daniel. Have you update the file?”Daniel stood up slightly as he spoke to him.“Yes sir, I’ve updated it as you requested,” Daniel said.Señora Torres glanced at the document in his hand and n
Rachel left Joseph’s office with a feeling she could not easily explain. Nothing had been clearly resolved in the way she had expected before entering the room. There was still no final answer that would allow her to settle her thoughts. She contemplated whether not saying what she saw was a good idea or not. The pieces of the conversation remained scattered and unfinished. The corridor outside felt colder than she remembered, even though nothing about the temperature had changed. She walked slowly at first, not because she was lost, but because her thoughts were still inside the office she had just left. Joseph’s voice, his calm replies, the way he watched her without rushing her, all of it remained with her as she moved away from the executive floor. When she reached the staircase leading back down, she paused for a moment. She had caught a glimpse of someone from the same place she was heading to. She did not put much attention to that. She held the railing lightly and looked down
The executive floor was quieter than the rest of the building. The noise of the customer service department faded behind her as she walked through the corridor. She reached the reception outside Joseph’s office. The assistant looked up.“He is expecting you,” she said.Rachel nodded once. “Thank you.”She stood there for a moment without moving. Then she raised her hand and knocked gently.“Come in,” Joseph’s voice said from inside.She opened the door and entered.Joseph was seated behind his desk, reviewing documents. He looked up as she walked in, then closed the file in front of him. His attention shifted fully to her.“Rachel,” he said.“Good afternoon, sir,” she replied.He gestured toward the chair opposite him.“Sit.”She sat down. The room became quiet for a moment. Joseph leaned back slightly, watching her.“You wanted to see me.”Rachel placed her hands together on her lap, steadying herself without showing it. She had come this far. Now she only had to speak. Joseph rema
Monday morning came quietly, the kind of morning that looks peaceful from the outside but doesn’t always feel that way on the inside. Rachel was already awake before she fully wanted to be. She lay still for a moment, eyes open, staring at the ceiling as the soft light from the window slowly filled the room. Everything around her looked normal. The house was quiet, the morning air was calm, and there was nothing about the moment that suggested anything was wrong but she didn’t feel fully settled. She stayed in bed a little longer than usual, not because she was tired, but because she didn’t feel like jumping into the day immediately. Her mind was already awake, even if her body wasn’t ready to follow yet. The weekend kept coming back to her. The conversation with Benjamín was the first thing that came back. He made the issue feel easy and she knew that if she wanted clarity, she should ask Joseph directly. That was what he had told her. Rachel had not replied much then, but the word
Saturday morning came quietly, without urgency or interruption. The apartment felt different in a way that had nothing to do with sound or movement. It was simply slower, as if the world outside had agreed to delay itself for a few hours. Rachel woke earlier than she needed to, not because of habit this time, but because her sleep had not fully carried her through the night. She lay still for a moment before getting up, listening to the faint sounds of the apartment settling into the morning. Benjamín was already awake when she came out of the room, sitting on the couch with a steadier posture than before, his recovery now visible in the way he moved without hesitation. Rachel noticed it immediately, but she did not comment. She moved into the kitchen and began preparing something simple, not out of necessity but because routine had become something she could do without thinking. The sound of water, the movement of cups, the small rhythm of a normal morning filled the space between th
Rachel did not plan to check anything that night. It began like most of her evenings had started recently, quiet and without structure, with Benjamín already resting on the couch and the apartment settling into its familiar silence. She had finished what little she could manage at home, cleaned the small space around the kitchen, checked his medication twice even though she already knew the times, and then sat down without fully committing to rest. Her phone was in her hand out of habit more than intention, the screen lighting her face in a soft glow that made the room feel slightly farther away than it actually was.She opened Instagram without thinking deeply about it. It was something she had been doing more frequently in small moments of pause, not because she was interested in anything specific, but because it filled the gaps between exhaustion and sleep. She scrolled slowly at first, seeing familiar posts, updates from coworkers, random content that did not stay in her memory fo
The next morning, Rachel arrived at the office earlier than most of her colleagues. She had not slept well. Her sleep had been broken, and she woke up several times during the night. By the time she got to work, she felt tired, but she was used to working like this. The office was still quiet when
That night, Rachel could not sleep. She reached for her phone to search for the name she had heard too many times in one evening to ignore. Eventually, she moved to the couch, set the phone down, then picked up the dress she had worn earlier and folded it neatly into her wardrobe. Her phone lay on
Rachel followed Joseph without needing to be guided verbally. Her nerves were calm because his hand did not just hold hers, but he stayed close enough that she could feel more confident in the room. The earlier tension had not disappeared entirely, but it had softened into something she could cope
Across the room, Diego watched the interaction from a distance. His expression darkened briefly because he seemed to understand exactly what had happened and exactly how uncomfortable Rachel had become. The evening had only begun and he already suspected that winning over Abuela had been the easy







