Never Existed

The room remained silent, each staff member casting wary glances at one another. Pablo’s intense gaze lingered on them for a long moment before he straightened, his voice cutting through the oppressive quiet.

“Fine. If no one wants to speak now, I’ll find out the truth myself. And when I do, there will be no leniency.” His words left a chill in their wake. “Dismissed.”

The staff dispersed slowly, their murmurs fading into the hallways. Pablo clenched his jaw, his frustration barely restrained. He turned to Marco.

“Double the security. No one gets in or out unless cleared by me,” Pablo ordered.

Marco nodded. “Understood, sir. I’ll have the guards on high alert.”

Pablo didn’t give a response, he turned to Santiago. “Mr. Santiago, follow me now.”

Santiago gave a quick nod, his usually composed face betraying a flicker of apprehension. He trailed behind Pablo, his polished shoes clicking softly on the marble floor as they ascended the grand staircase toward Romero’s wing.