The office on the 50th floor was wrapped in a comfortable silence, broken only by the gentle rhythm of rain hitting the panoramic windows. The city below glittered like a sea of diffuse lights, blurred by the humidity of the night. Isabela adjusted the black silk dress that clung to her curves, feeling the material slide against her skin like a second sheath. Her high heels echoed on the marble floor as she approached Ricardo’s desk, holding the report he had urgently requested.

He was ...