Office

Her perfume was still following me when I opened the card in the taxi. An address in Recoleta. The door will be unlocked, she had told me.

Camila had barely been with anyone when I introduced her to the boss. That night, the four of us discovered the office would never be a neutral place again.

I left the panic button on the cot pillow. The bars pressed into my back when his tongue went down, and I knew I was no longer his lawyer.

Every Friday he took her home, pretending they were just friends. She knew it. So did he. But neither dared say it aloud.

As soon as we left the parking lot, she slipped her hand down and closed her eyes. I looked for a dead-end road. We’d spent a whole week unable to touch each other.

As soon as we left the parking lot, she undid her trouser button and whispered: find an empty lot, an alley, anything. I can’t get home like this.

I’d wanted her in silence for months, reading her private messages, following her every move. When I met her at the hotel wearing a mask, she had no idea it was me.

What began as a farewell toast ended with four pairs of hands on me and a night I’ll never forget.

We left the parking lot without knowing where we were going. She had already opened her pants in the passenger seat and couldn’t stop breathing hard.

The director looked me over when I signed the form. I’d been with that company twelve years, and I knew exactly what I had to do to win.

When he took me to the hall's service stairs, his hand had already been deciding for both of us for half an hour. I only let it happen.

Outside, he was a married executive. Inside that locked office, he was another man. And I became Valentina, his most intimate secret.

She lied in front of everyone in the parking lot to get into my car. Before we left the city, she’d already found my hand. And I didn’t want to go home like that either.

When I told her to let herself go, I never imagined Valeria would become the most unexpected star of the whole gathering that night.