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thomas

I wait for Cecília in the hotel's meeting room. The lawyer is at my side, reviewing the paperwork I asked him to review and have ready for today. The damn girl is late and I need to control the urge to go after her and shake her until she understands that she needs to act different from what she's used to from now on. I'm not going to get involved with someone who runs the risk of tarnishing the good image I've always given to the media. The girl will have to walk the line.

I hear a light knock on the door minutes later and I know it's her.

- Goes into.

I have my back to the door and I hear the hesitant footsteps approaching.

— You're late, Cecilia. When I make an appointment with you, show up. Not a minute later.

- I got lost. I didn't know where the meeting room was,” she whispers and walks over to the chair across the table from me.

I arch an eyebrow when I see that it's all produced. Baggy clothing no longer exists, let alone horrible, see-through pajamas. Do not say anythi