Sofía Álvarez hadn’t slept in two days. Her younger brother, Julián, was hospitalized at San Gabriel Hospital after a motorcycle accident, and with each passing hour, the debt for emergency surgeries grew. The young woman, a business administration student and intern at the financial firm Torres & Asociados, had tried everything: student loans, salary advances, even selling the few valuables she owned.
Nothing was enough.
The night before, in a desperate attempt, she had worked up the courage to request an appointment with the CEO, Alejandro Torres, a man known for his implacable seriousness and obsessive sense of perfection. She had never crossed paths with him before except in the elevator, where she barely received a polite greeting. But that night, the man’s demeanor changed when he heard Sofía’s trembling voice explaining her situation.
Alejandro didn’t respond immediately.
He walked to the window of his office, which overlooked the entire illuminated city. Then, without looking at her, he said in a tone that was far too cold:
“I can help you.” But I need something in return.
The proposal was clear. Cruel.
Humiliating. Just one night. A transaction Sofía would never have imagined accepting.
But the image of Julián connected to tubes, the doctors pressuring her to make decisions, and the absolute lack of options finally broke her. That night, Sofía set aside her dignity to save her brother.
The next morning, she woke up in the businessman’s private apartment. He was still asleep.
On the table was an envelope: the hospital bill and a brief note, written in his impeccable handwriting.
“I don’t owe you anything. You don’t owe me anything. Consider this a done deal.”
Sofía felt a mixture of relief, shame, and fury.
She dressed quietly, left the note exactly where she found it, and left without looking back.
She thought that would be the end. An episode she would bury in the darkest corner of her memory.
But it wasn’t.
Two weeks later, while preparing reports at the office, she received an email from the human resources department:
“Urgent meeting with the CEO. 10:00 AM.”
Her heart began to pound so hard she could almost hear it.
She feared he wanted to remind her of that night, or worse, demand something more. She thought about quitting. She thought about running away.
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