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”
“Done.”
“Cancel every card issued to Mauricio.”
“Consider it finished.”
“And remove his access to anything that carries my name.”
Silence.
Then: “It will be handled.”
Three days later, they came back.
Mauricio and his bride.
No private driver this time. Just a taxi.
They stepped out slowly, like people returning to something they believed still belonged to continue reading …
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