Augusto
I never imagined I'd end up here, facing a man tied to a chair, breathing heavily, with a makeshift bandage around his head.
I watched him for several seconds from the doorway. He didn't look like the businessman I'd seen so many times in magazines… or at a couple of events. He didn't look like the arrogant man Vanessa used to speak of with disdain; now he was just someone struggling to breathe.
Someone paying for mistakes that should never have escalated into a war.
I sighed softly… I closed my eyes for just a moment.
How did we get here?
For years I thought money solved problems, that everything could be fixed: a lawsuit, a scandal… a journalist, a competitor.
There was always a way, always. But this… This couldn't be fixed.
I looked at Alexander again. He was still moti
