Elena worked silently, collecting the glasses and napkins forgotten in the opulent hall. The polished floor reflected the gilded chandeliers, but no one noticed her. Until millionaire Ricardo Montes decided to call her over.

He raised his voice in front of all his guests. “You, the cleaner, come here. I want to see if you really know how to play chess.”

The board was already set.

Laughter echoed throughout the hall. Elena stood motionless, not understanding the situation. Ricardo roughly pulled a chair, forcing her to sit down.

“Look everyone. The cleaning lady is going to challenge me. This will be over quickly.”

The collective laughter grew louder.

One guest even mimicked the motion of a broom, provoking more laughter. Elena lowered her gaze, feeling the weight of humiliation. Her hands were still damp from the cleaning rag.

The board seemed like a stage set against her. “Silence!” Ricardo shouted. “I want everyone to see it.

This is your chance to show you can do more than just sweep.”

The crowd formed a circle like spectators at a cruel duel. Some laughed, others simply watched in silent discomfort. Suddenly, Ricardo pulled out a wad of bills.

10,000 pesos if you beat me, but if you lose, you’ll stay here in your uniform mopping the floor. The crowd reacted with whistles and applause. Elena took a deep breath, ready to refuse.

But Juan, the security guard, approached her. “Mr. Montes, she can’t participate; she’s just a cleaning staff member. Go back to your job.”

He tried to take her arm.

Ricardo raised a hand. “No, Juan, I want everyone to be a witness. Let’s see if she at least knows how to move a piece.”

Elena fixed her eyes on the board, reached out, and moved a pawn forward, opening the center.

The move was quick and precise. The room fell silent. The laughter died away abruptly, as if someone had cut it off.

All eyes turned to the millionaire, who was no longer smiling. Ricardo leaned across the table in surprise. The game had begun.

Ricardo snapped his fingers, feigning calm. “Good move for someone who cleans bathrooms,” he said, trying to regain his composure, but the tension in the air was different.

The guests, who had previously jeered, were now watching closely.

Elena adjusted her simple uniform, took a deep breath, and touched the next piece.

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