THE COUNTERMOVE
Against the black velvet sky, New York's city lights glistened like strewn diamonds. Bruno sat at his desk in the study of the Sanchez estate, the same desk where his father used to spend long nights creating the preliminary layout of the future Digital Studios.
The business was his now, and it was about to collapse.
For the third time that evening, his phone vibrated: Tracy Rodriguez flashed on the screen.
He leaned back in his chair and let out a breath. Weeks had passed since their meal, when she had confided in him that she supported the traditional marriage practices of being married for alliance and he had told her the truth about Catherina.
He believed their relationship would have ended there. Bruno was quite aware of Tracy's tendency to never leave anything
