So Rosmery broke up with him again. It was not a big deal. No sir, it was all perfectly fine. Andrés was fine. Perfectly fine.

So what? He was a Ferreira. What's more, he is a Galindo. This is fine.

He could go on as normal, as was expected of him. He would eat one of Leonidas' stone hard mogollas —because marrying Antonia hadn't changed his spectacular cuisine— he would drink a cup of aguadepanela and go to work. As usual.

He was a reknowned businessman. Best executive of the country for five years, he would not let anyone, not even Rosmery, put him down. He had the job offer from Paulina still at hand, the apartment, the car, the suits. It would be fine.

The issue with CartSmart had been solved, and by Paulina's side it would just be some healthy brotherly competition —who would have thought I'd come to call Brayan my brother?—. None of the toxic dynamic they had endured with ClickMarket in the past. No Mateo López —ay primito, que lindo que te ves en prisión—. No more Fernanda Sanmiguel —harpía aprovechada—. And no more Rosmery. Not as a couple, at least. Maybe as friends —porfa, no me saques de tu vida...—.

New office, new job, new secretary.

Who just knocked on the door to introduce themselves.

"Sí, pase," Andrés says in automatic.

Oh, and who are you?