That afternoon, Stephanie was lucky and her boss had a meeting. Despite having already prepared a report on the possible inconsistencies of the will, she did not want to meet with him to discuss such a thorny issue, especially when she was not sure if Michael had already read the document and was aware of the intimacies it revealed. She waited until eight o'clock at night, more out of solidarity with Xavier than fear of her boss, and when she said goodbye to her only friend in the office, she called Anny's cell phone.
"We have to meet. You have no idea the lump I have stuck in my throat," said Stephanie.
"I'm on my way wherever you want me to go, but I'm not going to miss a live gossip," replied Anny. "Can you give me a little hint?"
"It's about my boss," whispered Stephanie, despite be
