The Whisper of Doubt
The next morning, as he joined a luncheon with his business associates, a comment from his old friend Javier cracked the fragile calm he had begun to feel.
“You know, Doval,” Javier said, swirling his wine, “these quiet, modest girls… they’re the most dangerous. They make you feel safe, and then—poof—you find your vault emptied and your heart along with it.”
The table laughed. Alejandro didn’t.
But the seed of suspicion had been planted. By evening, it had grown into something ugly.
That night, while the city outside glimmered with celebration, Alejandro decided to test the honesty of his new maid.
