“And where are you coming from?” A voice from behind asked. Renata knew who it was, it was a voice she had gotten used to.

She froze on the spot as the voice made her tremble and she couldn’t move a muscle.

“I asked a question,” the voice came again, but this time she could hear the click of his shoes against the polished floors of the hallway leading to her office.

Slowly, she turned to meet Domingo's stone-cold eyes. His hands were in the pockets of his gray pants, and, as ...