“What do you mean she fired you?!” Teresa gasped, finally letting go of the useless key. “She can’t fire you! You’re the man of that house! You built that company!”
“No, Mom,” Alejandro muttered, the weight of a half-decade of lies finally collapsing on him. “I didn’t build anything. I was just an employee. Mariana owns Ruta Norte. She owns the house. She owns everything.”
Before Teresa could process the words, a sleek black sedan pulled into the driveway.
