Camila stood awkwardly. “I didn’t know…”
“Yes, you did,” Mariana said. “What you didn’t know was where you were.”
Arturo clenched his jaw.
“Mariana, this is not the place.”
She looked around the restaurant, at the lights, the plates, the emblem on the walls.
“You’re wrong. This is exactly the place.”
Octavio handed her a folder.
Mariana placed it beside Arturo’s wine glass.
“You are sitting at my table, in my restaurant, inside my hotel.”
Arturo gave a dry laugh.
“Your hotel?”
Mariana did not blink.
“The Gran Hotel Alvarado belongs to the Alvarado Group. My father founded it. And after separating the accounts, correcting your transactions, and restoring legal control, it is fully under my authority again.”
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