Santiago sat at his desk, his eyes scanning the contract in front of him. The room was quiet except for the ticking of the clock on the wall.

The door suddenly opened but he didn’t look up.

“Jessica, please I need some painkillers,” he said, reaching out for his laptop.

“Jessica?”

He quickly looked up as soon as he recognized the voice.

“Nina?” He said, his voice firm. What are you doing here?”

She stepped in, her black heels clicking on the polished tiles. The door shut ...