Sergio

Him: Sergio, 27. Cool, calculating and always in control. He never shows emotion, and his name inspires respect and fear in the business world. Impeccably dressed, with a sharp look and a voice that doesn't tolerate nonsense. Accustomed to rule, not to feel. However, in recent months, one person is slowly breaking the silence that he has been building for years. Her: Eliana, 25. Mild, sincere and always smiling. She is beautiful in a calm, natural way — her eyes are always warm, and her smile is such that it calms even the most tense day. Smart, hard-working and too good in a world where kindness doesn't often pass. Always ready to help, but lately something in her look says that she is under pressure. The new day at the company started like any other — calmly, until the first break. Eliana noticed the looks. Women sized her up, tripped each time she passed the corridor. She didn't understand why, until she overheard Derek bragging to a couple of secretaries that he and she had been in the bathroom together. Her heart stopped. She knew it wasn't true, but the whispers had already spread. She didn't know where to look or who to trust. Sergio overheard part of the conversation. He didn't say anything, he just leaned back in his chair, his gaze becoming colder than usual. Soon after, the door to his office opened. "Eliana," he said quietly but firmly. "Come in. We need to talk."