CHAPTER 64

At that moment the weather changes more than the climate outside the mansion, where thunder and lightning flash, shaking and illuminating the environment they are in.

The rich and powerful woman, ironically, cannot find the right words to express herself and begins to show tension.

“I'm sorry... I confess that I don't know where to start... I'm feeling that, throughout our lives, we don't just play with actions, but also with words, don't we?” she tries to reduce the tension with another analogy and giving a slight, weak smile.

In some moments she looks at her master and sees herself as a pregnant mother who has also been carrying with her a child who, even before he was born, made her love him by simply feeling the life within her in small movements that seemed like hers, but she knew they were involuntary so they belonged to a new being.

Inside the strategist there were still remnants of the old and insecure Rúbia and this forced the lady to even play against herself.

“Certainly...