30 engineers failed, but the cashless delivery woman solved everything. Before we begin, please tell us where you are watching the video from. Enjoy the story. Chaos reigned in Navarro Corp.’s main offices. Giant screens flashed with red messages. Critical security failure. Emergency restart in progress. Engineers were running around.
They were giving orders that no one was listening to. And right in the center, firm as a rock in the storm, was Andrés Navarro, the CEO of the country’s most important technology company. His eyes, cold and intense, showed neither fear nor doubt. 30 seconds, he said, looking at his watch.
If nobody fixes this, everyone ‘s fired. “ We’re trying, sir,” one of the engineers replied desperately. “But the system isn’t accepting any more commands.” Andrés didn’t respond, crossed his arms, and waited silently, as if he knew disaster was inevitable. At that moment, the emergency doors burst open. Everyone turned. “ Delivery: unsweetened lemon tea and whole-wheat bread with tofu!” a female voice shouted as she strode in.
Her shirt was soaked with sweat, and she was breathing heavily. It was Natalia Rivas, a delivery driver for an app, clearly lost. “Miss, this is a restricted area,” someone yelled at her. “Isn’t this the 32nd floor? Order number 49 is in the system. Get out of here right now.” “ Relax, I just came to deliver. My customer is Andrés Navarro.
” Everyone froze. Andrés turned to face her. “Do you know who I am?” “Of course. Your name is here on the app,” she showed him her phone. “The order was placed at 11:42. You’re a minute late,” he said curtly . “There was traffic,” she sighed. “It doesn’t matter . Here’s your food.” Natalia held out the bag, not understanding why everyone was looking at her as if she were a UFO.
Then he noticed the giant screen behind Andrés. “They’re trying to restart that system with the cache active.” One of the engineers grunted. And now the delivery woman is going to teach us something or what? It’s not that Natalia pointed out the code. If that line keeps running, it will enter defense mode and freeze everything.
Andrés stepped forward. Do you understand this? A bit. I studied computer science, but I dropped out of the UN in the fourth semester. Can I try? Andrés looked around. All the engineers lowered their gaze. “ Go ahead,” he told her. Natalia approached the panel, carefully touched the screen, opened a hidden line of code, typed in some commands, disconnected a cable, and restarted the system from a secondary power source.
Three seconds later, the system displayed “ Stable. Access restored.” The alarms turned off, the lights returned to normal. Total silence. “Did it work?” she asked, confused by the stares. Andrés looked at the screen and then at her. “What’s your name?” “Natalia. Natalia Rivas. Can I go now?” “Wait.” She turned around.
“Don’t you want a job?” “Uh, no, thanks. I have more deadlines.” And she ran off as if nothing had happened. On her motorcycle, crossing the wet streets with her backpack on, Natalia smiled with relief. She had no idea that more than 30 cameras had recorded her, or that her face was already being shared in internal chats, tech forums, and social media.
Half an hour later, in a darkened room at the company, Andrés played the security footage over and over. Each time, the same thing happened on Natalia’s face. Natalia Rivas whispered from the other side of Monterrey. Natalia was walking into her house with a plastic bag of rice and eggs. “Mom, I’m home.” A thin woman in a wheelchair smiled wearily at her.
“How was it, honey?” “Same as always. Running around, but everything turned out alright. And the rain has n’t even started yet. I’m going to make some soup, okay?” While Natalia changed her shirt and washed her hands, two men watched her from a car parked in front of her house. “Is that her?” one of them, wearing a cap, asked. “Yes.
Andrés asked us to find the delivery woman involved in the incident. It’s her.” “And what does he want with her?” “We do n’t know. But if Mr. Navarro asks us to, we’ll do it.” The next day, Natalia froze in front of a newsstand. The front page of the country’s leading business magazine read: ” Delivery Woman Solves in Seconds What 30 Engineers Couldn’t.
” Who Is that Natalia Rivas? She ran toward the bus stop, her heart racing. No, no, no. This is going to get me in trouble. But it was too late. As she turned the corner, a black limousine pulled up in front of her. The window rolled down slowly. It was him. “Natalia,” Andrés said with a slight smile. “I’ve been looking for you.
” Her eyes widened. ” What? I need your help again.” Natalia took a step back, almost tripping on a crack in the sidewalk. ” My help? Look, I was just doing my job. It was luck.” Andrés held that intense gaze as if he could read her mind. The limousine gleamed in the sun, attracting the attention of everyone who passed by.
” Lucky.” He gave a half-smile. ” Nobody solves a dynamic encryption problem in seconds. Luckily, I have to work,” she said, adjusting her backpack. “How much do you earn per day?” “That’s very personal. I’ll pay you double for a special delivery.” He handed her a black card with gold lettering. Natalia hesitated, but she took it.
That’s the address. Be at 7 o’clock sharp, don’t be late. The window closed and the limousine drove away silently, leaving Natalia with the card in her hand as if it were a bomb about to explode. In the Navarro Corp office, Andrés stared intently at the screen that displayed all the available data on Natalia Rivas.
Each click revealed more about that young woman who had appeared out of nowhere. She had dropped out of her computer science degree in her third year. She had excellent grades and a full scholarship. She lived on campus until her father passed away. Julian, his assistant for more than 10 years, was standing by the door.
Why would someone with so much talent be delivering food? Andrés murmured more to himself than to his assistant. Perhaps he’s hiding something. Julian suggested. Andrés turned his chair around and stared out the windows overlooking the city. Keep investigating. I want to know everything about her. A news story from 3 years ago appeared in one corner of the screen.
Famous chef accused of poisoning diners at luxury restaurant. The photo showed a middle- aged man with a smile similar to Natalia’s. “Interesting,” Andrés whispered. “ A criminal’s daughter should disappear.” Meanwhile, at a neighborhood market, Natalia was buying medicine for her mother.
She was about to pay for a box of painkillers when she heard a familiar voice. “A murderer’s daughter shouldn’t be around here.” Natalia froze, clutching the box tightly. Silvia Luján, a former college classmate, was looking down at her with disdain from the aisle, her blonde hair perfectly straightened and her usual venomous smile on her face.
“I thought you disappeared after your father was arrested,” Silvia said loudly enough for everyone to hear. “What’s it like being the daughter of someone who almost killed 15 people?” Natalia took a deep breath and mentally counted to three. “My father was innocent,” she said without turning around. Silvia laughed cruelly.
“Sure, that’s why he hanged himself in prison, right?” “Innocent people always do that.” Natalia’s body trembled, but her cell phone vibrated. It was a message from her mother. “Don’t forget your medicine, daughter.” “I love you.” That calmed her. She paid in silence and left, ignoring the curious stares.
“Coward, just like your dad,” Silvia yelled at her. On the way home, Natalia struggled to hold back her tears. Three years had passed since her father, Ernesto Rivas, a talented chef, was accused of poisoning desserts at a luxury restaurant. Two weeks after his arrest, he was found dead in his cell.
That day, her world collapsed . She had to drop out of university and take care of her mother, who was left ill from the trauma. When she got home, she found her brother Mateo, only 12 years old, with his hands under the sink. “What are you doing, P?” “It’s leaking again,” she replied without looking up. “So much water is wasted.
” Natalia smiled sadly. Mateo had the same tenacity as his father. And Mom is asleep. She was very tired today. Natalia went to check on her. Teresa was asleep on a bed placed against a wall with peeling paint. Next to it, a photo of Ernesto smiling beside a perfectly decorated plate, the latest prize he had won. Her cell phone rang again.
It was Marcos, her boss at the delivery app. ” Natalia, you’re out. I do n’t want you on the platform anymore.” ” What? Why? First you join a high-security company, then you’re all over the news. This is terrible for the service’s image . Marcos, please, I need this job. It’s over. Bring your uniform tomorrow.” The call ended.
Natalia slumped to the kitchen floor, her back against the cold wall. Another job lost. She barely earned enough for her mother’s medication. Then she remembered the black card, the one he had given her Andrés. Perhaps that special delivery was his only option. At 7:02 p.m., Natalia got off her old bicycle in front of one of Monterrey’s most exclusive restaurants.
She was wearing the only decent thing she owned: jeans that weren’t too worn and a blouse borrowed from her neighbor. The ballet dancer looked at her disdainfully. “The service entrance is in the back,” he said, nodding. “I’m looking for Andrés Navarro,” she said, lifting her chin. “He invited me.” The guy laughed. Uh-huh. And I’m the president of the country.
At that moment, a silver Aston Martin pulled up in front of the restaurant. Andrés got out of the car, impeccable in his tailored suit. The Dala ran toward him, ignoring Natalia. ” Your table is ready, Mr. Navarro.” Andrés looked at Natalia and approached. “You’re late,” he said, checking his platinum watch. “Two minutes.
” I came by bike. He looked at the rusty bicycle, then at his simple clothes. Come on. As they walked through the Five Star restaurant, Natalia felt all eyes on her. The tables were full of politicians, celebrities and businessmen, people with very expensive clothes and jewelry that shone brighter than the lamps.
Andrés took her to a reserved table at Mesanime with a view of the illuminated city. What am I doing here? He asked as soon as they were alone. I want to offer you a job. Technological security. Natalia laughed bitterly. I did n’t finish the degree. I’m not interested in titles. I care about the results.
A waiter approached with glasses of champagne. Andrés dismissed him with a gesture. Why are you doing this? Seriously, you don’t even know me. Andrés watched her for a moment. He had that cold, calculating look, but something more: curiosity. You did in seconds what my experts couldn’t do in an hour.
That caught my attention. You already found out about my past, right? You need to know about my dad. A flash passed through Andrés’ eyes. “ I know he was a talented chef and supposedly a criminal,” Natalia added bitterly. “ That’s what they say.” “What do you say?” Natalia swallowed. It hurt to talk about it.
That she was innocent, that she would never have done anything like that, that she loved cooking more than anything in the world. The waiter returned with the dishes, a work of art for Andrés and another equally elaborate one for Natalia. She looked at him suspiciously. The memories made her stomach churn. “My dad cooked better,” she murmured. “Do you cook too?” “ I learned from him,” she replied, tasting carefully, “but I could never keep up.
” Andrés was looking at her with an intensity that made her uncomfortable. For the first time, Natalia noticed how attractive he was. He had that mysterious and elegant air that commanded respect. “I have a proposal.” “Well, more like a test,” he finally said. “ What kind of test?” “Tomorrow at the company offices at 9 o’clock sharp .
” “And what if I say no?” Andrés smiled enigmatically. Then I’ll have wasted my time. And you, a chance. The rest of the dinner passed in awkward silence. Natalia couldn’t understand what that man wanted from her. As they left the restaurant, a slim, elegant woman approached them. She wore a designer black dress and a smile that didn’t bode well.
“Andrés, what a surprise to see you here,” she said. Her eyes scanned Natalia from head to toe mockingly. “And who is this?” “Your new assistant, Monica Lujan,” Andres replied coldly. “I was n’t expecting to see you.” Natalia felt a chill at the sound of that last name. “Luján, like Silvia, do you know each other?” Andrés asked, noticing the attention.
“Not exactly,” Natalia replied, without taking her eyes off Mónica. “But I know your daughter, Silvia.” Mónica’s eyes lit up with recognition. ” Wait, are you Ernesto Rivas’s daughter? The chef who tried to poison my husband?” Natalia felt the ground give way beneath her . ” My father was innocent,” she said automatically.
Mónica laughed maliciously. “Your father was a failure who couldn’t stand competition. He tried to kill Ramiro out of envy.” Andrés watched everything without intervening. ” Ramiro Luján, the owner of the restaurant chain. My husband,” Mónica confirmed. “He almost died because of your father.” Natalia’s blood boiled.
“It was a setup. My father would never do something like that . The evidence said otherwise, my dear, as did the jury that convicted him.” Natalia took a step forward, but Andrés stopped her. He gently grasped her arm. “We’re done here, Monica,” he said authoritatively. “ Have a good night.” “Be careful who you hire, Andres,” Monica warned with a forced smile.
“ Bad blood always comes out.” As he walked away, Natalia trembled with rage. “ Now you understand why I can’t take your job,” she said, pulling away. “ All of Monterrey thinks I’m the daughter of a murderer, and that’s what’s stopping you from proving me wrong. I’ve tried. No one believes me.
” “I didn’t say you had to convince them,” Andres replied. “I said you had to prove it.” Natalia felt a new fire ignite within her. “How? Come back tomorrow. Find out.” Andres got into his car, leaving her on the sidewalk, caught between fear and curiosity. When she got home that night, Natalia found a folded piece of paper on the table, an eviction notice.
Three months of unpaid rent. Mateo was asleep on the sofa, clutching one of his father’s cookbooks. Natalia looked at Ernesto’s picture on the wall. His eyes were always cheerful, his smile serene. “What would you say now, Dad?” she whispered, feeling the lump in her throat. Her cell phone vibrated. A message from Andrés.
“The limousine will be there at 8:30.” ” Don’t be late.” Natalia glanced at the court summons, then at her sleeping brother, and finally at the image of her father. I have to try, Dad, for all of us. In another corner of the city, Andrés was reviewing documents related to Ernesto’s case. Photos, forensic reports, testimonies— everything pointed to something shady.
” I found something strange, sir,” Julián said as he came in. “About the poisoning case. There are inconsistencies in the toxicology reports.” Andrés smiled slightly. ” Keep finishing up and have everything ready for tomorrow.” “Are you sure, sir? The board isn’t going to prove this. The board doesn’t need to know. Not yet.
” On his laptop screen, Ernesto’s face was next to Natalia’s. Same determined expression, same calm smile. Andrés closed the computer. “Tomorrow will be interesting.” At 8:27 the next morning, Natalia was ready, standing on the sidewalk in front of her house wearing the same borrowed blouse and clean jeans. Mateo watched her from the window.
“It’s the first time I’ve ever seen a limousine.” ” Really,” she said, her eyes wide. Natalia smiled nervously. “Don’t wait for me for lunch.” Take care of Mom. Yes. Are you going to work with Mr. Rico? No, I don’t know. P. I’m just going to see what he wants. The limousine stopped and the chauffeur got out to open the door for her.
Natalia thought Andrés would be inside, but the vehicle was empty. During the journey, he saw his colony being left behind. The old houses, the dangling wires, the small businesses, all of that was being replaced by shiny buildings, wide avenues and luxury cars. Once at Navaro Cororp, a perfectly dressed secretary greeted her in the lobby.
Miss Ribas, this way, please. They took her to the top floor, where a glass-walled boardroom was filled with people in very expensive suits. Everyone fell silent when she entered. Andrés was sitting in the middle of the table, as serene as ever. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Natalia Rivas. Most of them scanned her with their eyes.
One of them cleared his throat, clearly annoyed. ” Andrés, can we talk in private?” asked a gray-haired man. Of course, Eduardo. Natalia, please wait in my office . They left her alone in the CEO’s office. There were diplomas, awards, a stunning view of the city, but not a single personal photo, just work. Suddenly Andrés entered, followed by Eduardo and two other executives.
This is unacceptable. Eduardo blurted out. You’re going to hire the daughter of a criminal in the security field. That’s a risk for everyone. Natalia blushed with embarrassment. My dad was innocent. ” Your opinion doesn’t matter, girl,” Eduardo blurted out, unfazed. The facts speak for themselves. Andrés didn’t get upset.
The facts show that Natalia solved a problem that no one here could. He was lucky. ” Then let’s do a test,” said Andrés, looking at Natalia. tonight at the company’s charity dinner . “It wasn’t supposed to be here,” Natalia asked, confused. Change of plans. We will be welcoming international investors and partners. Formal dinner.
And what does that have to do with me ? The chef in charge of the event is Ameliche Valier, a three- Michelin-starred chef. You said your father was a better cook. Prove it. The room fell silent. Everyone stared in disbelief. Are you saying this girl is competing with Omoly Chevali? Eduardo asked, “Open mouth.” Exact. Andrés said.
If Natalia prepares a better dish, she will get a job at the company and 50,000 pesos. “What if I lose?” she asked. You go back to distributing without tarnishing your name any more than it already is. Eduardo laughed mockingly. He probably doesn’t even know how to fry an egg. Natalia frowned. That spark in her eyes appeared again. I accept.
The Navarro Core event hall shone with golden lights. The tables were elegantly decorated . The champagne flowed and Monterrey’s elite filled the place in expensive suits and dresses. From the kitchen, Natalia watched everything wearing her white apron over her simple clothes. In the main kitchen, Ameliche Valier gave orders with military precision.
Tall, with her hair up, every one of her movements was perfect. Upon seeing Natalia, he frowned. “You’re the challenger,” she asked with a marked French accent. Here, we cook with technique, not luck. Natalia did not answer. He approached the ingredients, mentally analyzing his strategy. Andrés appeared at the entrance of the elegant kitchen in his tuxedo.
Are you ready for the challenge? “Oi,” Amelie replied. But I still think this is ridiculous. The rules are simple, Andrés explained. Each one will prepare a main dish. The guests will taste it without knowing who made it. The winner will be chosen by vote. ” That’s not fair,” Natalia protested. She has a whole team.
You can choose an assistant, Andrés offered. Natalia looked around. They were all part of Ameli’s team. Then he saw a young man washing dishes in a corner. He said, pointing. I. The boy was surprised. I ‘m just the cleaning guy. Your name. Leo. You’re my assistant now, Leo. Ameli burst out laughing. Good choice.
a dishwasher to help a delivery woman. The challenge has begun. While Amelí moved gracefully among her team, Natalia initially seemed lost. What I do? Leo asked nervously. Natalia took a deep breath, remembering her dad’s words. Cooking is not about following recipes, it’s about telling a story. “ I need olive oil, thyme, rosemary, and that steak,” she said, gesturing.
“ Let’s tell a story.” Gradually, her movements became more confident. Leo watched her with admiration, carefully following each instruction. From across the kitchen, Amelie noticed the change in her demeanor and frowned. The guests were beginning to sit down. Andrés watched intently from the doorway . “ This is a mistake, Andrés,” Eduardo told him .
That girl is going to make us look ridiculous. We’ll see. When time was up, two dishes were presented to the judges. A sophisticated French creation by Amelí and Natalia, simple in appearance, but with an irresistible aroma. Andrés was the first to try. He closed his eyes as he savored Natalia’s dish . This reminds me of something familiar.
He tasted Amelí’s and nodded respectfully. The others began to try. There were whispers, surprised glances. At one of the tables, Mónica Luján recognized her. “That’s the criminal chef’s daughter,” he said loudly. All eyes turned towards Natalia. “I wouldn’t prove anything I’ve done,” Monica added.
“What if he’s like his dad?” Natalia felt all her effort begin to crumble. Andrés approached Mónica with an icy smile. Mrs. Lujan, if you refuse to taste the dish, you will be disqualified as a judge. He turned to the others. And if anyone else thinks the same, I will withdraw my sponsorship from all their projects. Total silence.
Now we continue. Let’s play a game for those who read the comments. Write the word salad in the comments section. Only those who have come this far will understand. Let’s continue with the story. The atmosphere became tense as the judges continued tasting both dishes. Natalia stood firm, although her hands were still trembling a little.
Leo patted her on the arm. “It was incredible,” he whispered. No one had ever cooked like that before. Andrés climbed onto the small stage in the middle of the room with a golden envelope in his hand. His face showed no emotion. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he said in a firm voice, “the result of this culinary challenge was surprising.
” Amelí continued to smile confidently while Natalia took a deep breath, prepared for defeat. “By a difference of three votes,” Andrés continued. “The winner is Natalia Rivas.” A murmur rippled through the room. Amelí opened her mouth in disbelief. Natalia blinked as if she hadn’t heard correctly. “What?” she murmured.
” The decision is final,” Andrés added, ignoring the protest of a furious Mónica who stood up from her seat. Camera flashes began to go off. Andrés approached with the check in his hand. As promised, 50,000 pesos and a position at Navarro Corp. When Natalia touched the check, she felt a lump in her throat. With that, she could pay the rent, her mother’s medicine, and help Mateo with school.
“ Thank you,” she said, her voice trembling. Andrés smiled at her, and for the first time, that smile seemed genuine. “You earned it.” The next morning, Natalia’s name was all over the news. Daughter of accused chef beats Michelin star, from delivery driver to elite chef, genius or dangerous strategy by Andrés Navarro.
Sitting at her kitchen table, Natalia read the headlines on her phone. Teresa, her mother, held the check in her trembling hands. “ 50,000, daughter,” she murmured. “That’s a lot of money.” Mateo was skipping around the living room. “We’re rich now. We’re going to have a new house.” Natalia smiled, exhausted but happy.
“It’s not as much as you think, P, but it will help us a lot.” Her phone vibrated with another message from Andrés. “Office, 10 a.m., we need to talk.” But before she could answer, the doorbell rang. Natalia went to the door. “ Natalia Rivas.” “ Yes?” A man in a suit pointed a microphone at her. “ I’m a reporter for the Diario Nacional.
” Any comment on the accusations that you followed in your father’s criminal footsteps to win the contest? Natalia froze. What? A van from another media outlet pulled up abruptly. More reporters got out, cameras in hand. Is it true that your father taught you poisoning techniques before he died? What’s it like working for the company your father tried to sabotage? The questions flew like darts.
Natalia slammed the door and pressed herself against the wood, breathing heavily. Again, she whispered, they’re doing to me what they did to him. In the Navarro Corp offices, Andrés watched the sensational news on television. His jaw was clenched, his eyes glued to the images of Natalia surrounded by reporters.
“This is absurd,” he muttered. Who planted this story? Julián came in with a tablet in his hand. ” Sir, the board called an emergency meeting. They’re demanding you fire Natalia immediately. And Ramiro Luján said something.” Yes. He gave an exclusive interview, bringing the case back up. of poisoning. He said you’re putting everyone’s safety at risk by hiring someone with criminal DNA.
Andrés slammed the television off. He’s preparing for the meeting and continuing to investigate everything about the Ernesto Rivas case. When Natalia arrived at the company, she noticed something different. Distrustful glances, whispers. The security guard checked her twice.
At reception, a secretary she did n’t know spoke to her in a curt tone. Mr. Navarro is in a meeting. Please wait . She sat down in the reception chair, feeling smaller than ever. An interview with Ramiro was playing on a nearby screen . “I’m deeply concerned about the stability of Navarro Corp,” he said with a serious expression. “Ernesto Rivas was unstable, a danger.
He almost killed me and my clients. Who can guarantee that his daughter won’t inherit those impulses?” Natalia felt a chill. Ramiro, the man who destroyed her father, was now coming for her. The boardroom doors burst open . Executives emerged with tense faces. Eduardo walked past her with a look Furious. Happy.
We’ve already lost three contracts because of you. Andrés was the last to leave. His face showed nothing. Natalia. To my office. The elevator went up in complete silence. Once inside the office, Andrés sighed. We need to talk about your father. Natalia tensed. If you believe those lies, I do n’t. He interrupted her. But I need to know the whole truth.
She hesitated. Her eyes filled with tears. My dad was a chef at Jardín de Roses, the most important restaurant in Monterrey. Ramiro Luján was the owner. Continue. Dad created an incredible menu. He won awards, was in magazines, but he wanted to open his own place. When he told Ramiro, he paused to hold back tears.
The following week, 15 people got sick. Hallon poison in the desserts. He was arrested that same day and denied it until the end. He said he had been framed. Two weeks later they found him. His voice broke. In his cell, hanging. Andrés opened a folder on his desk. We found something interesting. The The autopsies have inconsistencies.
The poison doesn’t cause the symptoms the clients presented. Natalia’s eyes widened . What? Someone tampered with the evidence. Before they could continue speaking, the door burst open. Mónica Luján entered, followed by two guards and a news crew. Andrés Navarro shouted dramatically. How dare you protect a criminal like her? Who let her in? Andrés was red with fury.
“My husband has shares in three of your suppliers,” she said with a venomous smile. Do you want answers? The cameras turned to Natalia, who froze. “That woman is the daughter of a murderer,” Mónica shouted, pointing at her. “And now she’s doing the same thing as her father.” “That’s enough,” Andrés ordered, pointing at the guards.
” Get them all out now.” As they dragged her out, Mónica managed to shout, “You’re going to regret defending her, Andrés. The board is already voting to remove you.” When they were alone, Natalia was trembling. She should “Leave,” he murmured. ” I’m ruining your reputation.” Andrés stared out the window for a moment.
Then he turned to her, his gaze intense. “Do you know why your case caught my attention, Natalia?” She shook her head. “Because we’re alike. We both know what injustice is.” He moved a little closer until he was standing right in front of her. “We’re going to clear your father’s name and find out who was really responsible.
” Natalia looked at him, surprised by the firmness of his words. ” Why? Why do you care so much?” Andrés looked at her with an expression she hadn’t seen before, something more than just determination. ” Because I know when someone is telling the truth.” The rain was pouring down as Andrés’ limousine pulled up in front of Natalia’s modest house.
The narrow streets barely allowed the luxury car to pass. From their windows, some gossipy neighbors peered curiously. “Are you sure about this?” Natalia asked nervously. “Can you just drop me off here?” “There’s no need to come inside.” Andrés looked at the weathered facades, the Hanging wires, puddles pooled in the street.
“Are you ashamed of where you live?” No, she answered firmly. I’m proud of my house, I just think maybe you’re not comfortable here. He smiled slightly. Do you think I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth? Before she could answer, the chauffeur opened the door for her, and Andrés stepped out into the rain as if nothing were amiss.
Natalia quickly followed him to the front door. When they opened it, they found Mateo watching cartoons on the old television in the corner. When he saw Andrés, his jaw dropped. ” It’s the rich guy from TV!” Mateo shouted. Natalia scolded him, but Andrés was already laughing. “You must be Natalia’s brother.” ” I’m Andrés. Do you really have a helicopter?” ” Actually, I have two.
” ” Wow, can you give me a ride sometime?” Mateo chimed in, embarrassed. ” Go see if Mom needs anything, please.” The boy left slowly, though he never stopped looking at Andrés, his eyes shining with excitement. “I’m sorry,” Natalia said. “Sometimes he says the first thing that comes to mind .” “He reminds me of myself when I was his age,” Andrés replied, looking at the old photos on the wall. He stopped at one.
Ernesto smiling next to a plate decorated with flowers. “Your dad?” “Yes,” she said, lowering her voice. That day he won the chef of the year award. Six months before everything fell apart. A slight creaking sound was heard from the next room. Natalia tensed up. She’s my mom. He hasn’t had a good day.
Andrés followed her to the small room where Teresa was lying down. Upon seeing them, she opened her eyes in surprise. “Mom, this is Andrés Navarro,” Natalia said, not quite sure how to introduce him. “My friend,” Andrés finished, approaching to greet him. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Teresa. She gently shook his hand, still not quite understanding what was happening.
What’s a man like you doing in a house like this? Andrés sat down in the chair next to the bed. Your daughter is extraordinary. Teresa smiled proudly. He always has been, just like his father. ” We are reviewing your case,” Andrés explained. I think he was the victim of a trap. Teresa’s eyes filled with tears.
Nobody ever believed us. Ernesto would never do something like that. Never. While Natalia went to get a glass of water, when she returned she found them talking as if they had known each other for years. Teresa, more animated than she had been in weeks, told anecdotes about her husband.
He always said that food was the universal language. He said. If you want to get to know someone for real, try what they cook. Andrés listened to her with genuine interest, asking questions from time to time. Outside, the storm was becoming more intense. “It looks like you’re going to be stuck here,” Natalia said, looking out the window.
“Don’t worry about me,” he replied. “I’ve weathered worse storms.” When Teresa fell asleep, Natalia took Andrés to the kitchen. Are you hungry? It’s not much , but I can do something quick. ” Let me help you,” he said, taking off his expensive jacket and rolling up his shirt sleeves. Natalia stared at him, amused and confused.
Do you know how to cook? Let’s just say I can defend myself. And to their surprise, Andrés moved with ease around the small kitchen. He chopped with precision, he measured spices accurately. Where did you learn it? Before founding Navarro Corp, I worked for 3 years as a kitchen assistant in Taiwan. I learned from a chef who had a star, Micheline.
Natalia quit what she was doing. She looked at him in surprise. You would never have said that. ” You never asked,” she replied with a smile. Together they prepared a simple but delicious meal. The smell filled the house and Mateo ran inside . It smells amazing. I’m hungry. While they were eating, Andrés seemed like a different person. He was laughing.
He was asking about Mateo’s favorite video games . They were talking about cars. “Why did you choose my sister to work with you?” the boy asked bluntly. Andrés looked at Natalia before answering, because she sees solutions where others only see problems. Natalia blushed. She wasn’t used to being admired like that.
After eating, Mateo convinced Andrés to play an impromptu game of chess using soda bottle caps as pieces. And to Natalia’s surprise, Andrés pretended to lose, exaggerating when Mateo was eating his pieces. “ You’re quite the strategist,” he said, laughing. “You should consider a career in business.” Natalia watched them with a strange feeling in her chest.
Seeing Andrés, so serious and elegant, laughing with his brother as if they were family, stirred something inside her. The storm subsided almost at midnight. Andrés checked his phone, which was still vibrating with notifications. “Problems?” she asked. “Nothing that can’t wait until tomorrow,” he said, putting it away. “ But it’s late. I should go.
” At the door, Andrés turned to Natalia. “ Thanks for dinner. It was different. Different in a good way or different in a bad way. Definitely good,” he replied, looking at her intently. That moment lasted longer than usual, but neither of them said anything. When Andrés finally left, Natalia closed the door and leaned against it, her heart racing.
“Do you like him?” Mateo shouted from the hallway. “ What? Don’t talk nonsense,” but her red cheeks betrayed her. Natalia and Andrés under a tree. Kissing . “That’s enough.” She threw a pillow at him. The next morning, Natalia’s cell phone vibrated. A message from Andrés. Turn on the TV. She turned on the old set in the living room.
Mateo was already there, eyes wide open. Look at this. On the screen, a reporter was speaking in an alarmist tone. Last night, Navarro Corp CEO Andrés Navarro was seen in a poor neighborhood having dinner at the home of the controversial Natalia Rivas. Sources close to the board say that shareholders are furious about the executive’s personal involvement.
Ramiro Luján appeared in an interview. I am deeply concerned about Andrés’s mental health. He has clearly been manipulated. Then Mónica came out with that viperous smile. She is obviously using the same tactics as her father. First, he poisoned Comensales, now he’s poisoning the mind of a powerful businessman.
Natalia felt a chill run down her spine. In other news, the show Estrella Gastronómica confirmed that Natalia Rivas will be a special guest on its next episode, which has caused strong controversy among the Viewers. Her cell phone rang. It was Andrés. “Did you see the news?” ” Yes,” she answered, her voice trembling. ” This could ruin you.
” “I do n’t care,” he said resolutely. ” But we have to be careful. The show is a trap.” “How do you know? Ramiro is the main sponsor. He wants to humiliate you live on air.” Natalia closed her eyes and took a deep breath. ” So that’s what he wants. Fine, I’ll go on the show and prove that we Ribas aren’t what he says.
” On the other end of the line, Andrés smiled. That was exactly what he’d hoped to hear. The television studios were gleaming with powerful lights. Assistants rushed about. Makeup artists were putting the finishing touches on their looks, and the audience murmured excitedly from the stands. The show “Gastronomic Star” was the most-watched in the country, famous for its extreme challenges and ruthless judges.
Natalia waited backstage, trying to control the trembling of her hands. Andrés had insisted she not go, but she wouldn’t listen. ” It’s the only way to clear our name,” he had told her. “Five minutes!” shouted a producer. Around her, the other contestants looked at her with disdain. They were all well-known chefs, finalists from past seasons, with their immaculate uniforms, personalized knives, and airs of superiority.
Natalia, in a simple white apron, stood out for not fitting in. “Nervous, poisoner’s daughter,” whispered a blonde with a mocking look. “They say it runs in the family.” Natalia held her head high, ignoring the comments. She remembered her father’s words: “In the kitchen, it doesn’t matter where you come from, only what you create.
” The lights dimmed. The show’s music blared. Santiago Ramírez, the host, appeared with his exaggerated smile and his usual energy. “Good evening, Monterrey. Tonight we have a special edition of Culinary Star with the most controversial contestant in our history. Get ready for a fiery night.” The audience applauded, though some boos could also be heard.
Natalia took a deep breath, and our judges for tonight, Santiago announced the judges: chef Ricardo Baesa, critic Andrea Cervantes, and our special guest, Ramiro Luján. Natalia felt her blood run cold. Ramiro smiled from the judges’ table with that familiar, fake smugness. Nothing was a coincidence. This was all planned.
The contestants were introduced one by one. When Natalia appeared on camera, some in the audience held up signs reading ” Out with the poison family.” Santiago, seizing the opportunity, pointed the microphone at her. ” Natalia Rivas, daughter of the infamous chef Ernesto Rivas, accused of attempting to poison 15 people.
How does it feel to be here? I came to cook, not to talk about the past,” she replied firmly. “Ah, but the past always comes back,” Santiago insisted, winking at the camera. Ramiro leaned towards the microphone. “I admire your courage, Natalia, especially considering your family history.” Some members of the audience laughed cruelly.
Natalia kept her gaze lowered. I wasn’t going to fall for provocations. Today’s challenge, Santiago announced, is to prepare a signature dish in 60 minutes. The best will get immunity, the worst will be eliminated immediately. The ingredients were revealed. Each station was equipped, except for Natalia’s. Their knives were dull, the pots were scratched, and the stove looked like it had been used for years.
“Time begins,” shouted Santiago. The stopwatch started running. Natalia checked the ingredients. She was planning to make a mushroom risotto with a wine reduction, her father’s favorite recipe . But when he opened the package, he discovered that it wasn’t Arbo rice, but ordinary rice. It was n’t suitable for risotto.
“First trap,” he muttered. He decided to improvise. I would prepare a creamy rice using a different technique. He got to work. The cameras followed her closely, capturing her every move. At their station, the judges approached. “Interesting technique,” Ricardo commented mockingly. Y
our father taught it to you before… Well, you know. Yes, she replied without pausing. He was a great chef, even if some don’t want to remember him that way. Ramiro let out a little laugh. A great chef, please. I couldn’t even tell the difference between sugar and poison. The audience laughed. Natalia gritted her teeth and continued working. He tried using the food processor to chop the mushrooms.
It was making a strange noise and then suddenly it turned off. “Second trap,” he thought, grabbing a knife to chop by hand. The clock read 30 minutes. The stove wasn’t heating properly; the water was barely bubbling. ” Technical problems, Rivas,” the blonde called from the next station. Natalia ignored the comment and changed her strategy.
She would use the oven. The atmosphere was tense. Some people in the audience were murmuring, others laughing. Natalia wasn’t listening to anything; she was only thinking about one thing: to persevere. There were 15 minutes left. She opened the oven to check on her rice. And a cloud of black smoke billowed out.
Someone had turned the temperature up to the maximum. “We have a fire in the kitchen,” Santiago shouted, amused, as the cameras captured the disaster. Natalia swallowed hard . Her dish was ruined. The rice was burnt, the vegetables dried out. There were only 12 minutes left. She remembered Ernesto’s words: When all seems lost, go back to basics.
Seek pure flavor. She looked at what she had left . Some herbs, vegetables, spices. Nothing spectacular, but she could still create something. She started chopping, mixing, assembling, quickly, precisely, forgetting about the audience, the judges, the past. Just her and her kitchen. ” 5 minutes!” Santiago shouted.
On her final plate, she placed a tartare of Vegetables with fresh herbs. Simple but balanced. It was a technique her father had taught her for emergencies. Time, hands up. The audience applauded. Natalia was breathing heavily. The judges moved through the stations. The first dish was the blonde’s, beautifully presented.
The judges smiled. Then other, more elaborate dishes arrived at hers. Total silence. Ramiro tasted it first. He made an edible face, but it was subpar. He has no place in this competition. Ricardo was next. Basic technique, passable flavor, but disappointing. Natalia remained firm. Andrea Cervantes tasted last, chewing slowly.
This flavor is familiar, she said thoughtfully. Like a failure, Ramiro interrupted. Like his father. The audience murmured. Some laughed. Santiago smiled happily at the ratings. At that moment, the studio doors opened . Andrés entered accompanied by two lawyers. “Sorry to interrupt,” he said as he walked purposefully toward the judges.
“But I couldn’t miss this performance.” A murmur swept through the room. The cameras They focused on her face. ” Mr. Navarro,” Santiago stammered. “I came to observe, I came to clarify something.” He stood before the judges’ table. ” If Natalia Rivas loses this competition, Navarro Cort will immediately cancel the 50 million pesos that sponsor this program.
” Absolute silence. The cameras captured every gesture. “That’s blackmail!” Ramiro shouted. “It’s not good business,” Andrés replied calmly. ” And now I suggest you taste your dish again. This time without prejudice.” Andrea was the first to repeat the tasting. She closed her eyes, murmured, “The herbs.” ” This combination is by Ernesto Rivas.
I recognize it.” Ricardo tasted again, more seriously. “This time there’s balance. A complexity hidden behind simplicity.” Ramiro refused to taste again, but he was already in the majority. The votes were counted. Natalia won 2 to 1. The confused audience applauded timidly. Natalia had tears in her eyes.
She didn’t know whether she should be happy or not. At the end of the program, as she was leaving… At the side door, she found Andrés waiting for her. “Thank you,” she murmured, “but you didn’t have to do that.” “Yes, I did,” he said. “What happened in there was shameful.” I won because of your threat, not because of my food.
You won because despite everything, you cooked something extraordinary. That shows how much your existence bothers them . A tear ran down Natalia’s cheek . Do you think my dad would be proud? I’m sure it already is. Let’s play another joke on those who only check the comments section. Write the word mango. Those who have made it this far will understand the joke. Let’s continue with the story.
The morning was gray when Andrés arrived at his office. The heavy clouds in the sky reflected his mood. On the desk, a stack of documents with information about Ernesto’s case. Forensic reports, statements, old press notes. The phone rang repeatedly , but Andrés ignored it. Since his appearance on the show, shareholders have been calling him nonstop.
The press invented rumors about his relationship with Natalia. Some accused him of losing his mind. Julian entered silently with a red folder under his arm. Sir, we found something. Andrés looked up, instantly interested . Regarding the Rivas case. Yes. The laboratory that performed the toxicological analyses closed two years ago, but we managed to gain access to their archives.
The original samples from the alleged poisoned diners disappeared. “ There’s no convenient physical record, ” Andrés muttered, glancing through the papers. “ And that’s not all. The lead investigator on the case, Inspector Gutiérrez, requested a transfer just a week after Ernesto’s death . He bought a house in Lisbon.
He never returned.” Andrés jumped to his feet. “Bribery. It seems so.” Julián hesitated for a second, too. “The judge who handled the case is Ramiro Luján’s second cousin.” Andrés slammed his fist on the desk. “ Find that inspector. I want him here as soon as possible. It’s going to cost. I don’t care. Do it.” Julián nodded and left.
Andrés looked at one of the photos. Ernesto in handcuffs leaving the restaurant. In his eyes, the same determination he now saw in Natalia. The intercom crackled. “Mr. Navarro, the board is meeting. They demand your immediate presence.” Andrés took a deep breath, straightened his tie, and picked up the documents. It was time to face the consequences.
Meanwhile, Natalia was walking briskly through downtown Monterrey. with her hoodie up. Since the show, she’d been recognized everywhere. Some congratulated her, others yelled horrible things at her. Poisoner’s daughter. Natalia, a selfie. She lived between rejection and morbid curiosity. Her cell phone vibrated. A message from Andrés.
Board meeting. I’ll let you know later. Stay alert. She smiled involuntarily. In just a few weeks, Andrés had become a pillar in her life. She did n’t know how to define what they were, but she felt a real connection, something that went beyond work. She went into a coffee shop, ordered a coffee, and took out her laptop.
Andrés had given her access to certain internal Navarro Corp. files, part of the ongoing investigation. She wanted to help; she couldn’t stand idly by . “It’s you, isn’t it?” a voice said from the next table. Natalia looked up. A woman with white hair pulled back and kind eyes was watching her. “Sorry, I recognized you.
” I knew your father. He was a regular customer at the gardens. I never believed that poisoning story. Ernesto was not capable of that. Natalia swallowed. Thank you, really. Listen to that. Aid. “Be careful with the Lujans,” the lady said in a low voice, leaning towards her. They destroy anyone who threatens their empire.
Before he could answer, the woman grabbed her bag and left. Natalia remained silent for a few seconds. It wasn’t the first time I’d heard that. The Lujan family had many enemies. He returned to his screen and reviewed the restaurant’s financial records prior to the incident. Under Ernesto’s leadership, profits had tripled.
Weeks before the accident, Ernesto had rejected a partnership offer from Ramiro. The classic motif murmured money. A notification interrupted their analysis. Breaking news. Navarro Corp board temporarily suspends Andrés Navarro after scandal with criminal’s daughter. Natalia felt her stomach clench.
Andrés was risking everything for her. In the Navarro Corp boardroom, the atmosphere was tense. Twelve people in suits looked at him with faces of concern, annoyance, or disappointment. Eduardo, the president of the Council, spoke first. This meeting was called due to the recent conduct of CEO Andrés Navarro, which has compromised the company’s reputation and generated financial losses.
Andrés remained calm since he began his professional relationship with Miss Natalia Rivas, Eduardo continued. We have lost three international contracts, the stock market fell 7% and the press is questioning his judgment. Murmurs of approval. Andrés remained silent. Therefore, Eduardo concluded, it is proposed that Mr.
Navarro be temporarily suspended as general manager until this situation is clarified. Finally, Andrés spoke. Members of the Council, I understand your concerns, but what we are facing goes far beyond the numbers. She opened the red folder and placed the documents on the table. These are the records of the Ernesto Rivas case. They are full of errors, missed tests, and murky connections.
He looked directly at Eduardo. And we have reason to believe that Ramiro Luján orchestrated everything from the beginning. That’s ridiculous. A woman from the council interrupted. Ramiro is one of the most respected businessmen in the country and one of our main investors, another added. ” These accusations are serious, Andrés,” Eduardo said.
“Very serious and backed by evidence,” he replied. The judge in the case was Ramiro’s cousin. The lead detective fled the country with mysterious money. The toxicological samples disappeared. The atmosphere froze. Some members exchanged glances. “What does that have to do with us?” a woman asked. Andrés said everything firmly, because Ramiro has been trying to take over Navarro Corp for years and now, with the Natalia scandal, he found his excuse to get rid of me. Total silence.
I am not only defending Natalia Rivas or her father’s name. I am defending this company from a corporate predator. Eduardo took a deep breath, feeling uneasy. We need concrete evidence, not theories. “I’m asking for two weeks,” Andrés said. If I cannot provide solid evidence, I will resign without objection.
After intense discussion, the council agreed to postpone the vote. Andrés left the room exhausted, but determined. Julian was waiting for him in the hallway. We located Inspector Gutiérrez. He lives under another name in Lisbon. Perfect. Prepare the plane. We’re leaving tomorrow. Sir, is there anything else? Julian said with a serious face.
We received information that Natalia might be in danger. What kind of danger? threats on social media and he hesitated. Our sources say that Ramiro hired someone to intimidate her. Andrés was already dialing his number. Answer. No, find it now. Natalia left the cafeteria with her backpack slung over her shoulder and her folder full of papers.
She felt like someone was following her. The sky had darkened, the streets almost empty. He quickened his pace; the footsteps behind him also quickened. He crossed the street, but a black car cut him off . The door opened. “Daughter of the murderer!” shouted a hooded man getting out of the car.
Natalia backed away, trying to escape. Another guy appeared from behind. “ The Luján family sends their regards,” he said, approaching. Natalia spun around, clutching her purse like a shield. The first man attacked her. She dodged, but the second grabbed her from behind. “Help!” she screamed, struggling to break free. Then, a car screeched to a halt.
Andrés jumped out like lightning with two guards in tow. “Let her go now!” he roared. The men hesitated. Natalia seized the opportunity and struck the one holding her. She broke free. She ran toward Andrés. Andrés. The attackers, seeing themselves outnumbered, ran back to the car and sped away. Natalia lay trembling in Andrés’s arms .
“ Are you okay?” he asked, checking her over. “ Yes, just scared.” He gently held her face. “ This is just the beginning. They’re desperate. And the meeting with the council. They gave us two weeks, but I need proof. I’m going to Lisbon tomorrow. The detective who arrested your father is there.” Natalia looked at him hopefully.
“I’m coming with you. Are you sure?” Dangerous. More dangerous than staying here. Andrés barely smiled. The rain began to fall. He looked at her, not caring that her clothes were getting soaked. Something changed in that moment. An invisible barrier broke. He slowly approached and kissed her. It was a kiss like a question.
Natalia answered. It was a yes. When they separated, they were both breathless. We have to go, Andrés whispered. It’s not safe here. Across the street, hidden in the shadows, someone was taking pictures. Three days passed without news. Three days since Andrés had flown to Lisbon in search of Inspector Gutiérrez. Three days in which Natalia lived between hope and anguish.
The secure apartment where Andrés had put them up seemed like a gilded cage, comfortable, spacious, full of amenities, but without freedom. The curtains remained closed. Guards watched the entrance. The television only brought more gossip and scandals. Do you still know anything about him? Teresa asked, sitting near the window.
Nothing, Natalia answered. Julián says they’re keeping quiet for safety reasons. The inspector is not easy to find. Mateo burst into the room with his tablet. Look at this. On the screen, live images from Navarro Corp. Reporters surrounded the building. The headline read, “Andrés Navarro has been missing for 72 hours after a trip to Europe.
” The reporter spoke in a serious tone. Internal sources confirm that the CEO has not been heard from since boarding his private jet to Lisbon. The board of directors called an extraordinary meeting for this afternoon. On the screen appeared Ramiro Luján leaving a luxury restaurant surrounded by microphones. “It’s regrettable,” he said with feigned sadness, “but how can such a solid company as Navarro Corp be shaken by a bad decision?” ” I always warned about the dangers of getting involved with the Rivas family.”
Natalia gritted her teeth. “Liar.” He knows exactly what happened. Seguro is responsible. The phone rang, unknown number. She hesitated, but replied, “Hello, Natalia, it ‘s me.” Andrés’ voice sounded distant with interference. Don’t speak, just listen. She held her breath. I found Gutiérrez. He confessed everything.
They bought it to frame your dad. I’m coming back with proof. But the call was cut off. Andrés, Andrés tried to return the call. It wouldn’t fit. ” What happened?” Teresa asked, worried. It was him. He is alive. He found the truth. is coming back. Mateo jumped for joy, but Natalia couldn’t smile completely.
Andrés’ voice did n’t sound good. He was tense, scared. He couldn’t sleep that night. He checked his cell phone every minute. At 4:37 in the morning a notification appeared. Navarro’s private jet lands at executive airport. She finally fell asleep, exhausted. At 8 a.m., knocks on the door woke her up. Natalia Mateo was crying. Turn on the TV.
Teresa was already in the room with her hands covering her mouth. On the screen, an ambulance in front of Navarro Corp was loading a man onto a stretcher. The headline read, “Andrés Navarro attacked inside his office. Serious condition.” “No,” Natalia whispered. “It ca n’t be.” The reporter explained. He was found unconscious with multiple injuries.
Police are investigating whether the attack is related to the company’s recent controversies. Hospital sources indicate that he is in serious but stable condition. Natalia was already getting dressed. I’m going to the hospital. It’s dangerous. Teresa said. They could come for you too. I don’t mind . He risked everything for me.
The cell phone rang. It was Julian. “Don’t go to the hospital,” he told her immediately. It’s full of reporters. It ‘s not safe. How is he alive? Broken ribs with motion, a deep wound on the arm, but he is stable. Who was it? Ramiro discovered it. He sent someone. Andrés left something for you before he was attacked.
Come to the company’s warehouse. Bring identification. I’ll wait for you in half an hour. Navarro Corp’s winery was located in a remote industrial area. The building was gray with no signs. Julian was waiting for her at the side entrance. “Quickly,” he said, looking around . He took her to an office at the back.
On a table there was a black folder and a USB drive. Andrés said this was for you. If something happened to him. Natalia opened the folder. It was a signed confession from Inspector Gutiérrez. He detailed how Ramiro had paid him 2 million to plant evidence, manipulate samples, and expedite the trial. ” My God,” she whispered.
“This cleans up my dad.” “There’s more,” said Julian, plugging in the USB drive. Recordings of the conversation between Andrés and Gutiérrez surfaced. In them, the inspector recounted how Ramiro had planned everything to destroy Ernesto, because he feared that his new restaurant would take away his customers.
And why attack Andrés now? Ramiro found out that he had brought the evidence. He tried to stop him. This time he hired professionals in case the security guard didn’t arrive on time. He didn’t finish the sentence. It wasn’t necessary. We need to go to the police. We already did it. And to the press.
Andrés thought of everything. This will come to light no matter what . Natalia’s cell phone vibrated. News. The confession video had been leaked. The websites were flooded with headlines. Ramiro Luján, accused of conspiracy and judicial manipulation. Ernesto Rivas was innocent. Justice at last for the chef from Monterrey.
“I have to see Andrés,” Natalia said. The driver will take you through the back entrance of the hospital. In the car, Natalia clutched the folder to her chest. Years of pain and shame were falling away like a curtain. His father was not a criminal, he had been a victim. They led her down a quiet corridor to a private wing. Two guards stood watch at the door.
Inside, Andrés was in a bed connected to monitors. Her face was bruised, one arm was bandaged, and she looked more fragile than ever. Natalia approached slowly. He took her hand. “You did it,” he whispered. You cleared his name. Andrés slowly opened his eyes. She smiled with effort. Natalia, don’t speak.
Rest. ” The national competition,” he murmured. I signed you up. Ramiro is the main sponsor. You have to go. Let everyone see who you are. She closed her eyes again. Exhausted. At that moment, Natalia’s cell phone vibrated. Unknown message. Congratulations, Miss Rivas. But this is not over. See you in the final.
I want to see if she cooks as well as her father before I destroy her like I destroyed him. Ramiro. Natalia looked at Andrés and tenderly caressed his face. “I’m going ,” she whispered. And I’m going to win for you, for my dad, for everyone. As she left the hospital, the flashes of the cameras blinded her. Some journalists had found her.
Miss Rivas, any statement? What do you think of the evidence against Ramiro Lujá? He will go to the national competition. Natalia stopped. He turned towards the cameras. My father, Ernesto Rivas, was the victim of a conspiracy. Today his name was cleared. Her voice grew firmer and yes, I will compete in the final.
You can tell Ramiro that I’ll be there, ready to prove that my father’s legacy lives on. He got into the car without saying anything else. Outside, the scandal was exploding, but she was no longer afraid. The final battle had just begun. If this story touched your heart, don’t forget to like, subscribe to the channel, and leave your opinion in the comments, rating the story from zero to 10.
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