Todos los capítulos de Taboo: Ties and Sins - Fetishes: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The corporate restaurant on the ground floor of the Mirage building was a spacious and airy space, with glass walls, lush plants, and the constant murmur of dozens of professional conversations. It was the stage for normality, for superficial networking, and for quick lunches between meetings. For Lara, that Wednesday, it was an arena.She was sitting at a round table for four, along with two colleagues from the seventh floor—Tiago from Finance and Clara from Communications. The lunch was an attempt at integration suggested by Mr. Almeida himself. Lara cut her chicken breast with vegetables, trying to focus on the discussion about the new digital engagement metrics, but every fiber of her being was on maximum alert. Because, at the next table, sitting alone with a plate of salad and a tablet, was Calleb.He hadn't looked at her once since she had entered. He wore a light gray suit, a light blue shirt without a tie, an image of executive casualness that she knew to be a complete facade

The hotel's event hall was a spectacle of low lights, crystal chandeliers, and the gleam of wine glasses. The Mirage Corporation's annual party was a ritual of power and networking disguised as a celebration. Men in dark suits and women in elegant dresses formed groups that dissolved and regrouped like molecules, always with perfect smiles and calculating looks. For Lara, in a simple black dress that bordered on too discreet, it was a trial by fire.She was near the drinks counter, holding a glass of sparkling water with lemon, trying to seem absorbed by the architecture of the place. Since she had entered, she had felt the weight of a specific gaze, a radar that located her in the middle of the crowd. Calleb was on the other side of the hall, surrounded by directors and investors, the natural epicenter of any gathering. He had seen her arrive. A single, brief nod of the head, almost imperceptible, had been his only greeting. It was enough.Now, the challenge was to navigate the night

The rain beat insistently against the window of Lara's apartment, a small, functional place on the tenth floor of an old building, with a view of the backs of other constructions. It was a transitional space, furnished with generic pieces and few traces of personality. On that Thursday night, it seemed even emptier, colder, a cocoon that didn't comfort, only confined.Lara was sitting on the sofa, wearing comfortable clothes—a hoodie and cotton pants—but her body was rigid as a board. In front of her, on the glass coffee table, her laptop was open, displaying a complex spreadsheet she had tried to analyze for hours, without success. The colored cells danced in her vision, making no sense. The hum of the refrigerator in the small kitchen was the only sound, besides the rain.The knock on the door, punctual at 9 PM, made her heart leap in her chest, but not in anticipation. It was a heavy thud of inevitability. She had given him the address and the building code a week ago, after he had

The road wound through mountains covered by a low, damp mist, a thread of gray asphalt cutting through an endless sea of green. Inside the car – a black, discreet, powerful sedan – the silence was different. It wasn't the heavy silence of the office, nor the tense silence of the sessions. It was a suspension of silence. Outside the pressure capsule of the Mirage office, outside the city, the unwritten rules seemed to hang in the air, awaiting redefinition.Lara watched the landscape through the window, her hands resting on her knees. She wore jeans and a thick sweater, clothes she hadn't worn for years, which made her feel strange in her own body. Calleb drove with absolute concentration, his hands firm on the leather steering wheel. He too was in casual attire – a dark technical jacket over a simple t-shirt. Without the uniform of power, he seemed both more accessible and more enigmatic. He was a man, not a title. The idea was disturbing.The trip had been ordered, like everything. A

The air in Calleb's office that Monday night was different. The city outside the glass wall was the same, an inverted firmament of lights. The polished wood desk, the austere chairs, the velvet silence—everything physically identical. But an undercurrent had shifted after the weekend at the cabin. It wasn't about slackening or weakness, but a new layer of mutual knowledge that hung between them, a silent ghost that transformed every gesture.Lara was sitting in her usual chair, but she wasn't tense. There was a quietude in her, a deep acceptance that bordered on serenity. She was finishing her report on the movements in the Compliance department, her voice calm, professional, but her eyes sometimes met his without the previous panic. It was a gaze that recognized the abyss and chose to remain at its edge.Calleb listened to her, slowly spinning a silver pen between his fingers. He too was different. His posture was the same, his authority, unshakable. But there was a nuance in his gaz