Monday again, and with it my return to the office. This weekend, I talked to my father about the possibility of searching for a new job outside the company. I have not told him that it would be in Raúl Sandoval's company. I explained to him that I needed to make my way, and as always, he said to me that he would support me in whatever my decision was.

As I walk through the company's corridors, I can't help but think that my father is genuinely considerate of me on some matters. Somehow, I have managed very well to convince him of my false message of "I need you to let me be."

Immediately, the course of my thoughts changes when I arrive in front of my office door, the one I share with Lucas. Since the kiss we gave each other on Saturday, we haven't spoken, and I'm unsure what his silence means. Has he decided to leave everything behind? Or has he not wanted to bother me?

I take courage to open the office door. I try to maintain my "have everything under co