“Hiding something? Mister Pablo, that’s ridiculous. I’ve been working hard for the company, just like everyone else. I’m loyal,” Valentina finally spoke again.
“Loyal?” Pablo took another step closer, his voice dropping to a menacing growl. “Then explain why you called in sick today of all days. Explain why there’s no sign of you actually being unwell except for this little performance you’re putting on.”
Valentina’s eyes darted around the room as if searching for an escape. “It’s not a performance,” she said defensively. “I have a fever, chills, the works. If you don’t believe me, I’ll go to the company doctor tomorrow.”
“Do you think I’m stupid, Valentina?” Pablo snapped, his patience unraveling. “This isn’t about a fever or some harmless absence. There’s sabotage happening in the company, and you’ve suddenly become a little too unpredictable for my liking.”