A new week began, marking the official resumption of physical operations for the year at Alexandro Cartel. The massive corporation buzzed with fresh energy as employees returned to their usual routines, ready to embrace another year of work.
Clara stepped into the company building with a renewed spirit, determined to push aside the past and focus on the future. The events of the previous year had left scars, but she refused to let them define her. Her mind was set on her career, on being the best financial manager Alexandro Cartel had ever seen.
She entered her office, inhaling the familiar scent of lavender air freshener, a preference she had long communicated to the cleaners. Everything was neatly arranged—her desk was polished, the files were stacked properly, and even her chair was p
