“If you don’t leave now, I’ll call security.”
Since the coup d’état, the military ran the universities, and they operated the security services.
Alejandro was about to slink off when the woman he helped during the demonstration walked into the room. She caught sight of him and halted. Alejandro smiled. “Hello, mysterious lady,” he said, trying to hide his surprise. “Alejandro Juron, at your service. What a coincidence, meeting you here in this shrine of learning.”
“Miss Candalti,” said the secretary behind the counter. “This man is….”
“I want to talk to Cristóbal Vial,” Alejandro interrupted, without looking away from the woman named Miss Candalti. “It was a great deal easier ten years ago than it is now.” Candalti was wearing large earrings and had tied her hair in a bun. She lowered
