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Daniel thrust a red folder at Valencia, "Take a look, and you'll know what I mean, Alexa." Annoyed... Valencia was annoyed to hear Alexa's name kept being mentioned when her name was Valencia. Valencia roughly took the folder from Daniel's hand. When Valencia first read it, her expression was still normal. But suddenly the folder flew out of Valencia's hand and fell to the floor until the sheets of paper inside scattered. "No... this can't be!" Valencia exclaimed, not believing what she was reading. Seeing the reaction of Valencia, who was still sitting stiffly without saying a word, even just silent, ignoring the scattered sheets of paper, made Raisa move from her place, pick up the paper,

Valencia bit her lower lips upon seeing that he didn't answer her questions, so she quietly began to go through the document Maverick had just thrown at her. Reading the first page made Valencia's eyes widen in shock; her face paled immediately, and her body shook in disbelief. Tears pooled in her eyes, but she forced herself to go through the blatant torture of reading. Reading through every word, and her mind repeating it despite the repeated stab to her heart. By the time Valencia finished reading the documents, her strength had vanished, and all the joy she had a few minutes ago had dissipated without a trace.

Petra says. "Yes," Valentina says. "I can see the whole practice from here. The first brief — the Eixample hotel, twelve pages, the January that Cristina read it and said it was a philosophical document. The Priorat. The Azores. The archives. The distillery. The sherry. The Douro. The olive grove. Beatriz. Twenty years of briefs, each one adding to the previous ones." "The solera," Petra says. "The practice as a solera," Valentina confirms. "Every brief is inside every subsequent brief. The first hotel brief is in the Douro brief. The Priorat is in the Scottish distillery. The Valencia archive is in the Buenos Aires foundation. The whole thing is accumulated and present."

“How the hell did it even start?” Valerie ignored him as she reached for the bottle of Merlot and filled her glass. She drained half of it, the dry taste of blackberries and cocoa blanketing her tastebuds as she swallowed. After refilling the glass again, she turned and leaned back on the counter, holding the glass in front of her as she draped an arm across her waist. “Do you really want to know the dirty details of my life?”