The Lobby of the Vasconcelos Tower
She'd planned to call first.
Dra. Tavares had advised it. Bianca had advised it. Even Camila's own internal voice — the careful, protective one that had kept her and Daniel intact for five years — had been making a reasonable argument for a measured, structured approach. A call. An email through legal counsel. A properly arranged meeting with lawyers present and ground rules established and every possible variable accounted for.
She walked into the Vasconcelos Global Holdings tower at eleven on a Friday morning without an appointment.
She couldn't have explained it precisely. She'd woken early, in the small clean room near the Intendente, with the certainty sitting in her chest that any more preparation was just another form of running. That she had b
