He would have protected what was not his.
So now you must protect what is not yours.
Not the fortune.
Not the company’s reputation.
The truth.
The next morning, you call a press conference.
Your lawyers beg you not to.
The board threatens emergency action.
Investors demand delay.
You listen to all of them.
Then you walk onto the stage anyway.
The room is packed with reporters. Cameras flash like lightning. Mauricio sits in the back row, smiling as if he has finally dragged you into the mud where he believes you belong.
You place Roberto’s black folder on the podium.
The room quiets.
“My name is Mateo Salazar Rivera,” you begin. “For most of my life, I believed Roberto Salazar saved me from the street. That is true. But it is not the whole truth.”
Mauricio’s smile fades.
You continue.
