Office

When I entered the director's office that afternoon, I knew the question wasn't whether I would accept his deal. It was how much I was willing to give for a crown I no longer cared about.

I dressed for him in the twelfth-floor bathroom: blonde wig, impossible heels, and a corset that squeezed everything I’d hidden under my shirt for years.

That Friday afternoon, with a second glass of wine in her hand, Valeria looked at me differently and began telling me what she did on weekends.

I had always ignored his looks and comments. Until I accidentally opened his conversation with his wife and read, word for word, everything she thought of me.

I never imagined my coworker was keeping the same secrets I was. We found out that night, with the bar almost empty and too much wine in our glasses.

We’d shared an office for five years. That night, over a third glass of wine, Andrés let slip one sentence that changed everything between us.

When the captain cut the engines in that hidden cove, I realized the strategy meeting had been an excuse—and the real plan was just beginning.

For two years I ignored my boss’s stares and his wife’s silent insults. That afternoon, when the last employee turned off the lights, I stopped ignoring everything.

Four years in the same office without knowing who we were to each other. The day we found out, everything changed.

I had spent two years working for Adrián without crossing a line. That afternoon in the Mediterranean, amid heat and wine, everything changed.

Valeria had spent ten years defending the guilty and the innocent. What she didn't expect was for one of them to look at her that way from the other side of the cell.

Valentina showed up in the red dress and smiled when she saw the blackjack tables. That night was the highest bet in her husband’s private casino.

She was my mother’s friend, she was fifty, and when she looked at me from the edge of her desk, I knew the papers I’d brought were only an excuse.

My boss’s wife called me a bitch in her private messages. If she thought it was true, that afternoon I was going to prove her right.

When my husband was home sick that day, Rodrigo showed up alone very early. What began with challenges and uncomfortable questions ended in a way I never expected.

When she locked her office door and looked at me like that, I knew the document boxes were just an excuse for what was coming next.

When I realized she had seen everything, the first thing I felt wasn’t shame but something much harder to control.

I put on the tightest pants I owned and wore nothing underneath. What happened next was a secret only I knew while I was at work.

Rodrigo watched my ass in the office every day without daring to do anything. Until I read what his wife thought of me and decided she was right.

I’d been staring at his arms for weeks. The night of the concert, between beers and shadows, I decided to go over. What happened next changed every rule.