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Just tears that slide down your face because someone has named the wound instead of asking you to hide it.
Alejandro turns to Mr. Ellis.
“Have her car brought around. Her rooms will be packed tomorrow. Until I review all household accounts, she is no longer authorized to make decisions for this property or my personal staff.”
Regina goes white.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I just did.”
Then his eyes shift toward the guards.
“And the two men who shoved Carmen at the park are dismissed effective immediately.”
One guard jerks his head up.
The other stares at Alejandro like he has misunderstood.
Alejandro continues, “Their final wages will be paid. They will not be given references.”
Regina steps back.
Now she looks afraid.
Not sorry.
Afraid.
That is when you understand something important: powerful people rarely regret cruelty when it fails morally. They regret it when it becomes expensive.
Regina grabs her purse from the table.
“This is humiliating,” she whispers.
Alejandro looks at the ruined bread.
“Yes,” he says. “It is.”
She storms out of the winter garden, her heels striking the marble like small gunshots.
Nobody follows her.
For a long moment, the room remains silent.
Then Alejandro looks at the house manager.